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Thu, 23 Aug 2007 16:23:13 -0700

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It's meant to be disturbing, but it's not, I loved stuff like that as a kid. Still do.

This post (כ) Kingreaper: Psychologically disturbed since reading the Brother's Grimm's originally stories.

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Tue, 17 Jul 2007 14:53:35 -0700

Well, I'm going away to Ireland until the 9th of august tomorrow morning, so there'll be no updates until I get back.

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Sun, 08 Jul 2007 04:10:44 -0700

A mathematical love song.

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Sat, 07 Jul 2007 11:17:43 -0700

I think he's selling the wrong vowel. Don't you agree?

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This post (כ) Kingreaper: Corrupting your childhood memories.

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Mon, 02 Jul 2007 15:13:14 -0700

If you don't know the doctor, learn

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Mon, 02 Jul 2007 15:12:15 -0700

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Now, I wanna buy that vodka just to thank them for making that ad.

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Fri, 08 Jun 2007 17:25:54 -0700

In truth and in practise there are many things I will never tell,
I will never admit to hating someone; mostly because those I hate I destroy,
And those I destroy I pity,
I will never admit that the one destroyed by hate is universally me,
And that it is myself I pity,
I will never admit that I am not smarter than you, or that I am,
I will never admit that I am often mistaken about the things I must vehemently argue,
I will never admit that I live my life for the sake of seeing my friends,
And that even those who discard my friendship will forever have the power to break and reform me,
I will never admit that I wish for people back in my life who were never really there to begin with,
I will never admit that I was happy in my childhood,
And that my mental problems are my own invention,
I will never admit that I've hated my life,
And that I don't understand what's happening in my brain,
I will never admit that I am not immortal,
I will never admit that I do not deserve to be the centre of attention,
Or that I do not wish to be,
I will never admit that I need to be hugged,
Or that I can't imagine my life without those who would hug me,
I will never admit that I manipulate those around me,
Or that I am incapable of machievellian deeds,
I will never admit that I don't believe anything I say,
And yet that I never say anything I don't believe,
I will never admit why it is I don't cry,
Or the cause of my eternal cough,
I will never admit that I am just another human being,
I will never admit that I cannot live a life without boundaries,
I will never admit that I happily waste the best of my mind because I cannot think to apply it
And that this is my oldest source of joy,
I will never admit that I chose my sexuality,
Or that I'm not sure I had a choice,
I'm not even sure what it is,
I will never admit that I'm deadly when angry,
Or that I'm so useless a fighter as to render that irrelevant,
In truth and in practise these are many things I will clearly tell,

The problem is I don't know which are true.

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Fri, 08 Jun 2007 07:34:21 -0700

For a while from now you may notice the frequency of my postings is merely that of an average high-level stumbler, and not comparable to, say, the rate at which a bicycle obsessed satanist would post. This is due to my exams that're going on for the next month.

They've got me extremely annoyed about the fact I won't be able to go out much for a month if I want to do well. This is very odd, because until recently not going out for a month would be perfectly standard (in fact, I didn't meet any friends outside school for all 5 years of my secondary school). But then, it's not really fair to say that didn't upset me at the time: there was no happiness against which the general malaise contrasted, so it didn't seem as bad.

Anyway, enough Emoness, this isn't my MySpace, back to the humourosity and amazing political insight*

*note, political insight actually 95% reprocessed bush jokes by weight

EDIT: it's actually been alright so far. Wrote a poem in my chemistry exam (yes, actually during the exam. Corrected a few typoes when I retyped it at home though):

Written in chemistry unit 2 retake on 6th of June 2007

I think you'll find you're quite surprised at what I've written here,
It's pointless and a waste of time of course, but well, oh dear,
My boredom has the best of me and so I say I write,
And when I'm bored I do such things because I'm not too bright,
Or maybe 'cause I am too bright, that problem it could be,
But when I tell myself such things it feels like self-deceit,
I know I do the know the things of which I have been asked,
So why on Earth do I believe I'm too good at this task?

I do not know, I do not care, this poetry is mine,
And all the better it is made by the preciousness of time,
For time is always precious, precocious little one,
But wasting it at its preciousest is oh so much good fun
It's true that wasting pressure things is wasteful and obscene,
But when was utmost happiness found in the good or clean?

Maybe people out there live who look at this and sigh,
"Well tax returns are what I do when I want a good time,"
For their existence I'm thankful, because they do their work,
So dossers such as me, myself, don't live in nature's murk,
For nature is a murky place, of ugliness and trial,
Though nowadays it's fun to visit, just once in a while,
I wonder why that should be so, and then I realise:
What nature humans see these days was kept for human eyes.

My mind has wondered off again, I wonder what's the point,
Will I show this to my friends? Will they believe the rant?
Will it matter anyway, maybe this won't print,
But that I suppose is once again, my missing the point,
I wrote this thing to write it now, and written it now is,
Maybe I'll know why and how, maybe once my mind is "fixed"

-Kingreaper

Anyway, until the end of the month, low post rates are to be expected TBH.

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Mon, 04 Jun 2007 08:48:26 -0700

Each day I wander through dense city streets,
Listen to music, to traffic, my feet,
Each day I wonder, through dense silent thoughts,
Thinking of doing the things that I ought,
But I retrace my path, day after day,
Some routes and some thoughts just don't go away,

But finishing anything just isn't my style,
So each day my mind walks 26 miles,
But balks at the sight of those final yards,
And each day my body travels so far,
But brings me back through the places I know,
And thus each day I oozingly grow,

-Stephen Coffey.*
*I'm bored and my hair looks emo, so I figure why not.

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Fri, 01 Jun 2007 14:23:16 -0700

Alright people, I'm currently on 423 visitors, and rising at a reasonable rate. Just to let you know, I will be posting in honour of my 500th visitor.

Or perhaps in shame of them. That all depends on who it is, so please, if you're intelligent, come back a few times until then, so I don't have to review an eejit.

Although, I suppose I would quite enjoy flambeing them.