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Monday, 13 September 2004
Where's The Cream Filling?
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Current93-A Sadness Song
Topic: MENSA

Alas! I am sharing with no one. How is that? Beats the crap out of me.
I guess I will keep writing to myself and keeping it here as well. I am slowly
dying here anyway. Puttering out, if you will.

Let's move forward then.

The answers, please.
CORNELIUS can be annagrammed to RECLUSION; DANIEL to DENIAL and NAILED;
CAMERON to ROMANCE and CREMONA; and BOSWELL to BELLOWS. Only THOMAS
cannot be rearranged. But, I think TO MASH is cool.

75% of MENSA members correctly answered this.


Posted by freeformwritersblock at 8:27 AM CDT
Updated: Monday, 13 September 2004 8:31 AM CDT
Sunday, 12 September 2004
Running at the Speed of Spontaeneous Bowel Evacuation
Now Playing: The Cure-Grinding Halt
Topic: I hate topics

It is Sunday... the day before Monday... hmmm.

Blog entry # unknown, maybe 41 or 42. I don't stay current on a regular basis. I never really have much to share. And then you are all wondering why I have invited you here when there are no trivia questions or mental challenges. Speaking of challenges, there is a list of 100 banned books, yes, banned from our school's libraries, and other libraries in general. To see this and be appaled for yourself, check it out.

 ?    ALA Banned Books

In the mental department, I have this for you to ponder:

Each of these boy's names except one can be annagrammed into a common English noun. Which name cannot be made into another word?

CORNELIUS       DANIEL       CAMERON       THOMAS       BOSWELL

 

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 10:44 AM CDT
Saturday, 11 September 2004
Forgo the Sound
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: CRASS-Micky Mouse is Dead
Topic: I hate topics
This is a little something I did yesterday. I tried my very bestest.

The Renniasance Faire is upon us, with the arrival of Autumn and I can not wait! I always have some really cool plan about what I want to wear, but this year I am clueless in that department. Maybe I can do what I always want to do and be a fairy! Yeah, I doubt it. We'll see.


Maybe this would be cool.

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 9:21 AM CDT
Friday, 10 September 2004
The Way You Don't Appreciate Brand New
Now Playing: Minor Threat-In My Eyes

Talk about dysfunctional... holy crap. Could I possibly get much lower than this? I want to take bloody pictures, and star in my own blood feast! OOOH! I know, time-elapsed animation of my spiritual death! Yes! I am no genius.

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 10:20 AM CDT
Standard-Issue Laugh Rations
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: The Pogues-Beer, Beer, Beer (jiggely!)
Topic: It's A New Day
I thought at the risk of being "glum" I would be funny/witty/stupid instead. Three entries today, THREE! I say, "Damn!" I have a shyte load of catching up to do and the world starts here.

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 8:50 AM CDT
Updated: Friday, 10 September 2004 8:51 AM CDT
Nail Biting
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: AFI-The Nephilim
Topic: It's A New Day
Some lyrics are so perfect for certain situations. Let us try then to see if we can figure out the following:
It's just for fun, so don't worry too much about it!
    LYRICS
    My lungs are fresh and yours to keep
    Kept clean and they will let you breathe.
    Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
    I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.

    Is it worth it can you even hear me?
    Standing with your spotlight on me
    Not enough to feed the hungry
    I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now
    In this sea of lonely
    The taste of ink is getting old

    Sip a drink of the alcohol
    end up kneeling in bathroom stalls
    eyes are red and my movement's slow
    too high, got vertigo

    Whatever poison's in this bottle
    will leave me broken, sore and stiff
    But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
    he owes me one last wish

So, post your response!

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 7:04 AM CDT
Updated: Friday, 10 September 2004 8:36 AM CDT
I See Them All Lined Up
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: The Used
Topic: Why all the changes?
Whoa! It's been a while. A LONG WHILE. This year has been hell. But good. You know, it's actaully not so much hell as it is limbo.

Crazy anyway! I will get this again later and REALLY have something to write about.

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 5:37 AM CDT
Updated: Friday, 10 September 2004 8:59 AM CDT
Tuesday, 6 April 2004
Way Away
So, months have passed. I lost inspiration along the way. But, I have since realized that my thoughts really don't go anywhere, nor do they just stop. So, it leads me back to the whole "inspiration" thing again. Oh, believe me, I have had an awesome resource for this inspiration, yet I have made no play on it, nor did I extinguish it. On and on, I shall continue...but not here and not now.


Posted by freeformwritersblock at 6:57 AM CDT
Saturday, 24 January 2004
2 and a half minute less we count

i saw innocence in the pale glow, the rising moon, in full view and the sighs of one million tortures entered the room, uninvited, unenticing and spun 'round the coat rack. tether and ripping apart the hearts that lie there restless and accused. marched into oblivion without a single hand to guide them, run backwards as the world stopped for them, only for them. with the last glimmer of light, the last shadow of hope and empitiness to caress us in our fears, our lament. they are passing. reaching, wretching forth and returning from their madness. shifted eyes and shiftless stares and no one cares. they are not ours to remember, and they leave their sorrow for us to mourn.

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 9:22 AM CST
Updated: Saturday, 24 January 2004 9:28 AM CST
Lilith

Sixteen shades of sorrow on a starless night with no escape to dawn. She hugged the sand; she cursed the storm for 16 days and no tomorrows. Mourning friends who fled and loves that died stillborn... A lifetime miming, hiding from the touch that claims... unchained her from the lie that was her past. A hollow tear lay drying on the mask, behind the veil, behind the mask, behind the vizor... And somewhere spiteful spirits laughed at her - the last survivor. Because she'd always been alone, she'd always be alone.

Posted by freeformwritersblock at 9:04 AM CST

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