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My newest idea is to have, at least, a weekly "Pic of Adorableness". Sometimes you just need a fluffy or chubby reminder that there are still cute things in this world. Other than those creepy Teletubbies.

You know I'm right.

I'm still deciding a theme or direction I want my blog to have. I want validity of my convictions and of my words, so, I guess, I decided to just "blog" my thoughts, post poems or sporadic jolts of phrases, that are currently overwhelming my journal. Time bears no real meaning; some of the writings were written a month to three years ago.

So here I go, my first poetry post:

"Untitled"

They still ask.

Like I would tell them.

1...2...3...

Take me, Abba. Anyone?

I wasn't really going to say anything. What was there to say?

I wasn't trying to really do anything. At least I think.

Me? No, not me. Though wanting to end.

Don't get me wrong, Life can be a precious thing. So I have read.

The knife just sat there, staring me down.

My dear old friend,

Sweet deadly strokes; tender movements.

Yet, you're still a companion all the same.

But the bottle just sat there, staring me down.

No excuse. Screaming!

My name. Use me. Use.

Only to transfer the pain.

1...2...3...

The more I looked, the more I wasn't there.

I was fading, so fast.

I had to accept.

Too deep to retrieve.

Though they tried their best.

Persistent symptoms,

After a traumatic event? Ha.

Ninety-nine wasn't enough?

Did you really think you could do better?

Sooner or later you'll crash, and burn, and,

Fall, choked by the chains that you wrapped.

Tied so neatly around your weak pathetic legs.

Don't worry, you have done "good":

tried to follow demands,

Please any, thank plenty.

But you still hear it.

It'll never be enough-

That's my poison.

1...2...3...

Don't come too close,

Don't speak so sweet, and soft.

I don't need, I don't want you.

Can't handle it, those compliments.

I don't believe you, never will.

It hurts too much. You'll just leave.

I move, move quick. Quicker.

1...2...3...

They still ask.

But what to say?

More will come. They're aren't all depressing. But a lot were written during depressing times, so that may be a trailing theme. Till then.

First of Many.

This is one of the many quick rants:

• It would be really nice if my school wouldn't block any, and all, sites that contains pictures. It totally defeats the purpose of using my subscribed blogs for art resources. I understand that the public school administrators are trying to avoid lawsuits by "protecting" children from risque photos, but you should only censor so much. The art students need internet assistance. It is the Technology Age! I am against censorship, but control of availability is different, as long as it doesn't become detrimental to the ones that need it.
  

I need my photos of fucking awesome embroidery designs.
(It's pretty important.)

• More To Come...