Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Mission: Impossible (Actually, Very Possible)

Ok. My brother has this awesome hooded sweatshirt. I need it. NEED IT. If I do not get it, I will explode. Okay, maybe not, but I still really want it.\

But, luckily, I know how I can get it from him. I'll just take it. I take stuff from him a lot, and luckily he doesn't live with me, so if I take it, it'll be a while before he can get it back.

So, I have a question: Should I take it from him while he's at his house or while he's not there?

Taking it while he's there will be dangerous. I would be risking death and pain. Not only that, but he would probably mortally injure me and leave me to die while he pries it from my hands and laughs his head off as he walks away from my body. Meaning that I wouldn't get the hoodie anyway. That would be the downside. But, this would be MUCH more fun than stealing it while he isn't there.

Then there's the possibility of taking it from him while he's not there. This would be safer and much more efficient. Although, it would be very boring and not nearly pleasing enough.

So, what should I do? I don't really know.


Peace Out,, 08!

Today is the last day of 2008, in case you've been in a coma since October.

But, umm, yeah. 2008 was a pretty good year and all. The New York Giants won the superbowl (they're my favorite team, man) and David Cook won American Idol and the Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series ( they're my second favorite baseball team, next to the New York Yankees).

So, 2008 was great, but '09 is comin' up, and it better be good.

Cause if it's not, I'm suing. I don't know who I would sue, though. Maybe my brother. Yeah...

Anyway, smell ya later, 2008.

Hey, 2009, what's up?


Sunday, December 28, 2008

Chicken Invasion

The chickens are on a mission to wipe out the entire human race.

They have started with door-knob-eating-carpet-licker.

Well, he's not dead yet, but they have mortally wounded him.

See, I know the chickens' plans. Yeah, that's right, for all you chickens out there: I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO!!

Yeah, see, they began the war by sending out scouts. Metal lawn ornament roosters. Yep. They put a dozen roosters in every Wal-Mart across the globe, hoping that we foolish humans would buy every one.

And, sadly, they fooled me. My family and I bought one to put in our yard, heedless of the terrible things that would be caused by the act.

So, for a while, we left that metal lawn-rooster alone. But then we gave him a ridiculous name: Drumstick. He's secretly despised ever since the day that we gave him that name. He just sat in our yard, scheming ways to murder us.

And, finally, it happened. Door-knob-eating-carpet-licker came to my house.

That evil steel rooster had its revenge. It showed no mercy, ripping the flesh from Door-knob-eating-carpet-licker's nose. Blood stained the snow, painting it a beautiful crimson shade.

Door-knob-eating-carpet-licker's scream echoed throughout the town. If you heard somebody screaming in agony on Saturday, December 20th, it was him.

We tried to nurse his wound, but to no avail. He perished that night. Oh, wait, no he didn't.

Anyway, he was the first victim of the chickens. Prepare yourselves for an oncoming attack. After the metal rooster scouts have weakened us, the full invasion will begin. Our world will slowly die, until the chickens rule. In a few days, the news will have story after miserable story of the foul fowls' attacks.

Your only hope is to crawl to the corner of the room, curl up into a fetal position, suck your thumb, and cry like a helpless baby.

Goodbye cruel world! All hail the chickens!

Visit SMUR for door-knob-eating-carpet-licker's side of the story (Evil Rooster).

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Okay, see you're not allowed to do this. At least in my book. You can't tag me again.

Especially if I'M the one that tagged YOU. No tagbacks people. It's just not right. I got tagged once, and that's more than enough.

So, no, I'm not doin' this.




There once was a cat. I named him Bud. He enjoyed perching upon my grandmother's front porch.

I enjoyed yelling "Get off that porch, you dirty, fat cat!!".

He did not enjoy wobbling hurriedly down the steps and through the yard. He also did not enjoy leaping over the tall fence to escape my wrath.

As he hauled himself over that fence, fear obviously filled his poor little heart. Oh well.

But, I did feel a small sting of pity in my poor little heart as I gazed at his scruffy old body scurrying down the sidewalk.

So I stopped. And he stopped. And he turned around. And we stared at each other for along time.

And up from his poor little throat erupted a soft "Mew..."

That mew might have been meaningless and unimportant to any ordinary human, but, as you might have realised, I'm not exactly an ordinary human.

To me, that mew was his way of saying "Oh, I'm just a poor little homeless stray cat with no home, no family, no one to love and care for me. Oh, how I wish that someone would be kind enough to rub my poor little belly, to feed me some nice cat food, so I could be loved for ONCE in my short, miserable life."

And he kept mewing. And I kept staring at him. And he rolled over so I could pet him. And I kept staring at him as I slowly walked closer.

And he sneezed. And I didn't pet him or feed him or bring him home.

I just slowly shuffled away with a heavy heart of lead.

Later I came back. He had moved into the middle of the street, as if waiting for a pickup truck to drive over him to end his sadness. Once again I walked away.

A while later, I returned. I was thinking of Bud and was about to go see him, when I saw a pickup truck drive by. Oooh that was bad.

I hurried to the spot where he had been sitting, half expecting to see his poor little body lying limp on the side of the road. I was relieved when I noticed him on the side of the road, but not lifeless. He was headed into the woods, stepping through the ice.

He turned back and stared at me. I returned the favor.

Then he looked away, and again began walking into the woods.

And I left him there. I haven't seen poor Bud since, but I have not forgotten him. Of course, this all happened just earlier today.


Monday, December 22, 2008

Grrr...I Was Tagged

Well, first of all, for those of you who tried leaving comments on The Dark Harvest or Lunacy In a Box, you should be able to, now. I think. I tried fixing it, and I left a comment on my own post, and it worked, though I don't know if it'll work for you guys. Oh well. Give it a shot and if it doesn't work, too bad for you.

Second of all...I've been tagged!!! Hooray for me.

For those of you who don't know what tagging is these are the rules:

1.Each blogger must post these rules first.

2.Each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.

3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 8 things.

4.At the end of your blog,you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.

5.Don't forget to leave them a comment,telling them that they've been tagged and to read your blog

Well, here go my facts/habits.

1. Today is my birthday! Yeah, I feel special. You guys should all give me presents. I totally deserve them. Today I received Guitar Hero World Tour and Iron Man the movie. Awesome, right?

2. Erm..I seriously enjoy drawing. It's like my number one hobby thingy. I do it whenever I'm bored, and I doodle a lot. Sometime I'll have to put some of my art up here.

3. Hey, if you notice that I'm following dark☼horizon, door-knob-eating-carpet-licker, and darkjewel's blogs, it's cause I know them from places. Yeah, and I mean real life, not some RPG game or myspace or whatever.

4. Calvin and Hobbes rocks, man. If you don't know what that is, you do not know the meaning of life.

5. I like pretty much All kinds of music, except for country. I hate anything that sounds even REMOTELY country. For those of you who actually listen to that stuff: What the heck is wrong with your ears?

6. I'm addicted to YouTube. It is insanely awesome, people. My favorite videos are : How To Be Gangster, Charlie the Unicorn 2, and waay more.

7. I travel a lot. I've been to 20-some states and 6 countries (Spain, Holland, France, The United States, the Philippines, and Japan). I'm used to loooooong boring car and airplane rides. To get to Spain, I had to stop at an airport in Holland. Something happened and for some reason we missed our flight. Yeah. Oops. So we had to sleep in an airport overnight. The chairs weren't very comfortable, but at least I had time to finish a book.

8. I'm a tree-hugger and animal-lover. I hate pollution and animal cruelty. Some people say that they don't like some types of animals because they're ugly or they kill people or whatever. But I don't dislike any animals at all. And...Uhh...That's it.

So, Cruz is the one who tagged me. I guess I have to tag a few people now too. So I tag Darkjewel, Door-Knob-Eating-Carpet-Licker, Firenze, Dark Wolf, Robert Varulfur, Levi, Avalon, and Awesomeness Looks Good With Wings.

So, I'll leave comments on your blogs, people. You don't have to do this if you don't feel like it but whatever.


Friday, December 19, 2008

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

Ahh, where have all the flowers gone?

When you look outside, do you see the wonder of nature? Or do you see the chaos that we humans have left behind? Do you see trees and flowers and green and wittle bunnies or do you see buildings and litter and gray and stray animals wandering around with their ribs sticking out of their sides?

Think of how even fifty years ago, you could take a glance out your window and see glorious nature. And now you can't.

And it's not just the environment, either. It's the animals.

The poor animals. It's their planet, too, and we stole it from them. We destroy their habitats and replace them with huge factories and homes and useless shopping malls and stores.

I mean, really, how many Walgreen's do you need? How many Wall Marts do you need? Not as many as there are in existence now.

Don't these people realize what they're doing? They're destroying the animals' habitats by building these pointless places throughout the world.

When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


These are a few awesome songs. Well, that's my opinion, and I don't know if you like them or not. And, frankly, I don't care if you hate them. Ha ha.

What I've Done -- Linkin Park
Breaking the Habit -- Linkin Park
Have You Ever Seen the Rain? -- CCR
Move Along -- All American Rejects
Numb -- Linkin Park
Bad Moon Rising -- CCR
Hey There Delilah -- Plain White Tees
Eleanor Rigby -- The Beatles
Iron Man -- Black Sabbath
PB N Jellyfish -- Linkin Park
Bubbles -- Linkin Park
26 Lettaz In Da Alphabet -- Linkin Park

Of course, I like waaay more songs, too, but these are my favorites.

By the way, those last three songs are mad funny. I guess Linkin Park wrote them when they were incredibly bored or something.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Are You Environmentally Conscious?

Are you? Take this quiz and find out for yourself!

Just click on the pic!

Anyway, I have tiny egret feet. It rocks, man.


Friday, December 12, 2008


Hey. You guys should check out this awesome blog. My friend made it. His stories are chock full of detailed smurness. Anyway, his name is door-knob-eating-carpet-licker. If you like Maximum Ride or books like that, you should totally look at his blog. His stories are all action-packed and humorous, like Max's.

Random bears at a safari -->



Hey. I have some news. I have another blog now. It's .

You should totally go there, leave comments, follow, and whatever.

It's about the Grim Reaper (get it? DARK HARVEST? Like, the Reaper has a scythe, and scythes were used to harvest corn and stuffs? And he Harvests Souls. Get it?).

So...uhh....that's all for now.


Opan Chapter III

Light. Bright sunlight, burning into Opan's eyes, though they were almost completely shut.

Opan stirred, and instantly, pain violently roared throughout his entire body.

Then there was a voice. "Opan?"

The pup tried to open his mouth to answer, only to feel soreness rip through his jaw. Realizing that speaking would only make his life more miserable, he simply opened his eyes.

"Opan! You are well!" shouted a familiar voice.

The injured wolf scanned his den to locate the speaker. When he located the wolf trying to speak to him, his mother, he winced in pain. Even moving his eyes hurt.

"Oh, Opan, I was afraid that you were...d-dead! I quickly saw the damage done to the den, and I saw you lying limp in this corner!" His mother sounded as though she had been through a lot of stress. It could have been the war, but Opan wasn't sure.

At that moment, memories and realizations filled the pup's mind. Where was the White Wolf? Was he lurking in the darkness, preparing to strike?

This new horror summoned Opan's adrenaline, washing away some of the weakness and pain.

"Mother! Beware of the White Wolf. It is likely that the beast is ready to come back for revenge against me," Opan managed to choke out.

"White Wolf? I know of no such creature," replied his mother, sounding very confused.

Had the thing retreated after discovering such a tough foe? Opan wasn't sure, but he was ready to reunite with his mother.

"Opan, what has happened here?" his mother questioned him, an edge of fear in her voice.

At that, Opan hastily explained the entire battle between the White Wolf and himself, describing every detail.

"White Wolf?" his mother repeated to herself. "This creature reminds me of something I heard in a fable long ago, when I was a pup like yourself, but I am not sure."

Opan nodded. Then he noticed something strange. He could hear the sounds of war anymore. "Mother, has the war ended?"

"No, the war has not ended, but the battle has. We managed to scare off the Sol Pack for the time being. They retreated into the woods hours ago. If you could hold off a beast as vicious as this White Wolf, then you could definitely fight in the war, though I do not like the idea of you battling. We couldn't afford another death in this family." The last sentence came out a choked sob, which worried Opan.

"What do you mean 'another death in this family' mother...?"

"Opan. I'm so sorry. He fought as hard as he could. You should be proud of him," Opan's mother said, obviously trying to hold back tears.

Mother? You don't mean.."

His mother nodded and immediately burst out in emotion.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008



I feel really, really stupid right now. Look at these pictures.

These images clearly state how wasteful, unthinking, and ignorant to our environment we humans are.

I'm ashamed to be of the same species as the people who caused all this.

It's people like you and I who pretty much ruin our planet. We humans are constantly dumping trash and toxic junk into our once serene oceans and ponds and lakes. We humans never cease spewing terrible gasses into the poor old atmosphere.

So, I've come up with a question for all of you out there: Would you rather die of poisonous gas inhalation or toxic liquid digestion?

How 'bout neither? How 'bout we just do our part to end this terrible waste of our planet.

It's your healthy or live sick and ill.

SAVE THE PLANET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, December 8, 2008

Answers to Random Questions

Q:Your superpower is that you smell like dandelions whenever someone lies. How will you maintain your secret identity?

A:I'll drink weed killer and wear a lot of deodorant.

If there's no I in team, why is there meat?

A:Because there are animals that we greedy humans can kill to devour.

Your pajamas have duckies on them. Why did you switch from choo-choos?

A:First: Because choo-choos waste a lot of coal and pollute and stuff. Second: Because I felt that choo-choos were too immature and kiddy.

The wicked backspin caught you off guard. How will you play it off without losing your footing?

A:By pressing the circle button on my PS2. It always works. Wait...we're talking about video games, right?

Why does the color blue mean raspberry-flavored?

A:Because the candy-makers get what the candy-makers want.

Your people want to make a statue in your honor. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate?

A:It will be made of meat, because I like meat. It will commemorate my being awesome and stuff.

Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?

A:I don't think I'll be able to eat; my tongue is stuck to my computer monitor.

Never mind the turtle. Don't you think you're sure to win?

A: Definitely! I've practiced for this for my entire life, man!

That's all for today...



Do you have a slight case of lunacy? Are you possibly insane? Has anyone ever told you that you are psychotic? Do you ever feel a little demented?

If you said no, then you are totally wrong.

One of my mottoes is that everyone is insane in their own insane way.

Fairly random, but whatever.

Updates to OPAN coming soon...


Thursday, December 4, 2008


Thanks again to all my followers.

And if you are reading my blog, leave a comment or follow or something...I'm starting to feel a little lonely. It would be nice to know that humans are actually reading this!

Anyway, keep following and commenting and reading, and I'll continue the posting!!! If you like the blog, spread the word (if you feel like it)!

~shadowolf (previously shadowmonkey)

Oh, and that's a picture of ice. And water. And rocks. As you can
tell, I was bored when I wrote this.

Opan Chapter II

Tremendous pain seared through Opan's body.

He forced his eyes to open, so he could learn what was trying to maim him. Soon, he regretted ever prying open his eyelids.

What Opan saw was a horror that would live with him forever. The sight would remain in his mind for the rest of his entire, miserable life.

And the gore leaking out of his body was not what scared him.

The gruesome thing he saw was a wolf... but not a wolf like himself. Or a wolf like his father. The wolf he saw was about twice the size of his father Shull, who was one of the largest wolves in the pack. Not only that, but this wolf's fur was white. Pure white. Its eyes were blood red, with no pupils. The terrible creature's maw was filled with enormous, knife-like fangs, which were pierced into Opan's chest.

Perhaps the most horrifying part was the thing's mane. It's mane was a roaring fire spreading fire to anything flammable in Opan's den, including some of Opan's fur.

He wasn't sure where this beast had come from, or why it was attacking. He didn't even fully understand what it was. But Opan was sure of something. It was a necessity to protect his den, along with the other members of his pack.

In spite of the pain caused by his burning fur and the wolf beast's claws and teeth sinking into his flesh, Opan forced himself to stand. Due to the almost unbearable pain and the weight of the creature pressing him, he almost collapsed. But he withstood all, and kept standing.

The strange beast loosened its grip in surprise, giving Opan a small opportunity to react. He let out the boldest sounding growl he could manage, but the growl was still weak.

Fortunately, the creature released Opan even for a millisecond. Opan did not waste his chance to kill. He whirled around, bared his teeth, and lunged.

Opan caught the White Wolf off guard. As the young pup sank his teeth into the White Wolf's hide, the beast let out a yelp. The White Wolf roared as tried to shake off Opan, but Opan, though a pup, tightened his grip. Opan felt something warm soak his mouth, and realized that it was the White Wolf's blood. This encouraged him to fight harder, and he started clawing at the monster's flesh.

A deep, long, bloodcurdling howl erupted from White Wolf's throat as he willed his fur to blaze more intensely.

The heat scorched Opan. The pup would have screamed in sheer agony, but that would mean letting loose White Wolf. So Opan Squeezed his eyelids shut and withstood the pain.

White Wolf had never faced an enemy so persevering. The beast knew there would only be one way to stop this pup. He closed his eyes and braced for impact.

He chose one wall of the den and charged it, running sideways, hoping to crush Opan against the unforgiving wall.

Upon Impact, Opan let out a weak yelp. Then, his world went black.

to be continued...

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Opan Chapter I

So, first of all, I'd like to thank all of you who recently began following my blog. Second of all...

The sounds of chaos and war filled the air.

And Opan the wolf pup sat in his den, listening to the battle raging outside.

Hours ago, his father, Shull, had left the den to fight. To Opan, it seemed as if an eternity had passed since he had last seen his father.

"Do not fear, my son, I will return with the war won in our favor," Shull had assured Opan.

"But, father, you know how many lives have been lost in this gruesome battle!"

At this, Shull let out a long sigh. Many years before, Shull's father had passed in a terrible war. When Shull had recieved the horrible news, he had felt as if an arrow had just pierced his heart. Shull definitely did not want to seal this fate with his son, but he could not help it if he was killed. "Opan, I cannot promise that I will return. But if I do not, do not be too depressed. I will trust you to carry on our legacy- the legacy of the Luna Pack!"

Until this point of the conversation, Opan had kept his eyes locked on his father's. When Shull spoke this last sentence, though, Opan had to look away.

"Yes, father," Opan had said weakly.

Now, hours had passed since Shull had left. Opan wanted to be down there, fighting for his pack, for his family, for his father. But everyone said he was too young.

"I'm not too young!" Opan mumbled.

He had been raised by Shull, the greatest warrior in his entire clan, the entire forest! He had seen Shull fight battle after battle to protect their territory. Opan knew almost every possible technique there was to know.

Still, the so called "wise" elders of the Luna Pack didn't allow him to fight. The elders had stated that Opan needed more training before he could go to battle. It didn't make any sense.

This was one of the most important wars for the pack to date.

Long ago, the Luna Pack had been merged with another pack that now called themselves the Sol Pack. That pack, formed from members of the Luna and Sol Packs, was called the Unilupe Pack.

The Unilupes were at peace with the whole forest. But that was before one part of the pack began to rebel.

That part started calling themselves the Sol Pack. They believed that together, all the wolves of the forest could unite and conquer all the other creatures.

The Luna Pack refused to give in, angering the Sols. Soon, a war began, involving the different packs following the Lunas, and the packs following the Sols. Though the war was long and devastating, the Lunas finally conquered, driving the Sols out of the forest.

Recently, the Sols had come back, seeking revenge and thirsty for blood. They arrived at the right time, because famine had been overtaking the forest for weeks.

The Sol Pack had somehow convinced almost half the forest that the lack of food had been caused by the Luna Pack. Now, a bitter war was raging between the Sol's followers and the Luna's followers.

And Opan was watching the battle first hand, emotions filling him. He was terrified of what might happen to his father. He was worried that the Luna Pack might lose. Furious that the elders had not let him join the battle. He felt much more than that, but at that moment, all his feelings were blasted away as he felt a sharp pain.

He screamed in sheer agony, feeling as though he had just been sliced open by a sword, struck by lightning, stepped on by a horse, and run over by a wagon all at the same time. He wished that he would faint, or die, or something would happen to him to end the incredible pain.

to be continued...

Friday, November 28, 2008


Yo, wazzup, dawgs?

Ok, I'll stop.

Today's topic: randomness.

What's with randomness? Everybody these days is trying to be random. Look at all these blogs around you! Random topics! People try to be random, too. It doesn't make any sense.

Ok, so maybe the first few random people were sort of funny, but then everybody started copying them. Now everyone is random, and it's hardly random anymore. You know that it's going to be random, so it's expected. Expected stuff isn't random. And it's not funny.

Okay, maybe it is.

That's all for today...

--Fading out


Thursday, November 27, 2008


Our world is about to be destroyed.

And no. Not by evil aliens or evil dinosaurs.

It's about to be destroyed by a bunch of criminals. Do you know who those criminals are? Us. We humans.

We gas-guzzling, forest chopping, animal killing, humans. Yep. We're criminals; every single one of us.

What crime did we commit, you ask? We're all part of destroying our lovely little planet Earth.

Destroying the earth: the worst crime of all.

No seriously. We all have contributed in this planet's doom. And you're all out there like "Nuh-uh!"


Have you ever driven a car? Have you ever littered? Have you ever left a light on in a room that wasn't being used? Have you ever left the water running while you were brushing your teeth? Yeah. All these are crimes.

Sure, we aren't going to be put in jail. Nobody's even gonna yell at you, except maybe some tree-huggers and animal-lovers like myself. But the consequences of all this pollution and stuff is waaaaay worse than being arrested or being yelled at.

The consequence is that there will be no Earth. I mean, yeah, there will be an Earth, but not one habitable by us humans or any of our furry or feathery or fish-scaled friends.

Think about it, devastating storms, extreme temperatures, and an oxygen-free atmosphere. Doesn't sound very inviting, does it?

So, seriously, STOP HARMING OUR BELOVED PLANET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dude. I'm serious. Yeah, and I'm talkin' to you. Yeah, you. With the face. Take care of Earth.

Just do your part. I mean, seriously, how hard is it to only turn on the light in the room that you're in? How hard is it to turn off the sink when It's not being used? How hard is it to carpool? How hard is it to put a grocery bag in your car for garbage instead of tossin' your trash out the window? How hard is it to recycle once a month? How hard is it to use both sides of a piece of paper? Not hard, right? So DO YOUR PART!

I know that maybe like, 3% of everyone that reads this won't even pay attention to what they're reading. You people that read this and don't even help SAVE THE EARTH in a small way are probably thinking that someone else will do it for you.

'CAUSE YOU'RE LAZY! Seriously, it is not hard to do a little to help save the Earth. Do you guys want to die? Oh, maybe you think that you'll be dead by the time that all this pollution stuff gets really serious. So, you just want to kill your kids and grandkids. Whatever.

But it already is serious. Seriously serious. And it's getting worse all the time.

You've all heard about people " going green". Maybe some of you already have gone green. Good for you guys. I salute you; literally, I just saluted you.

But for those of you who haven't already gone green, do it soon. Like, now.


Monday, November 24, 2008

Poem of Lunacy

Dance to the beat of your heart,
Hear the colors of art.

Just don't give in
To the darkness within.

Stare into the moon
And sing a crazy tune

Be heard by the wild
As you laugh like a child

In the sun and snow
Let your energy flow.

It screams through your veins
With comfort and pain.

The silence is deafening now,
With joy you frown.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Sky's Javelin

The storm is brewing.

Darkness surrounds you, like a heavy blanket, though it is not yet noon. The wind screams in your ears as your heart pounds in your chest.

You rush through the darkness to your home. Swiftly, the wind swirls around you. You know you'll never make it to your warm, safe shelter.

And, instantly, a deafening sound cracks into your ears. The thunder comes like a warning, summoning the ferocity of the storm. Your heart leaps into your throat in fear.

Breathing heavily, you try to calm yourself. You can't.

Something frigid slices down the back of your neck. Barely, you manage to stifle a scream. After you learn that it was only a raindrop, you calm down. A little.

For one small instant, the darkness vanishes. It is replaced by light. A bright light, lasting only for a millisecond. Lightning.

You continue surging home. Buckets of rain fall from the heavens, drenching you. You force yourself to turn your head and focus on something other than the your house as it slowly becomes closer.

In the distance lies the beach. Even through the haze, you can make out the beach. Over the ocean, shafts of lightning streak through the sky. Like the sky's javelins, they stab the ground. The blades of electricity wreak havoc across the sky, splitting open clouds, exploding into light.

With noise like never you have heard before, A bolt strikes the ground about thirty yards away from you. The electric shaft forks into dozens of smaller limbs. The light is blinding, and for a moment after the strike, all you see is white.

The lightning shocks you, both literally and metaphorically. Though it is too far away to injure you, when it strikes, you feel a small jolt.

Mouth agape, you stand there staring into the beyond before finally coming to. Suddenly, you feel adrenaline pump into your veins, and you sprint in no particular direction. Just... away.

Monday, November 17, 2008


Hey all ye faithful and loyal readers readers (which is only, like, 3)! If you enjoy this type of random ranting, view these insane blogs.

This one's my bro's. It's full of lunacy. And you all know how popular lunacyness is! He hasn't updated it in like 2 years, though, as far as I know.

My other weblog. It's waaay older than this one though. By like 3 years. Heh. It's random and stupid, but everyone loves random stupidness.

If you ignore the address, this blog is almost almost normal. Almost. It's written by one of my abnormal friends. Seriously abnormal. We all love abnormalness!

That one is made by another one of my friends. This one is actually pretty much normal. It's almost scary, it's so normal. But, whatever, some people might like normalness.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Roasted Pig

Ice cold eyes
Staring at you.
Surrounded by flies,
Decaying, too.

It's head on platter.
As you walk by
The flies will scatter,
For they are shy.

Skin's been toasted,
The fat has been broiled.
Meat is toasted,
It lies in tin foil.

We want to eat,
And will soon devour
The poor thing's meat
At this very hour.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Happily Insane

Let's all be happy! We can sing and play all day long! We can dance and have fun and swing and swish and swoosh!

And then, when you go home, I'll still be happy. I'll go to Sunny Fun Meadow World! There I'll sing and dance by myself.

And I'll talk to the trees and the rabbits and the platypuses. We'll all be happy.

Then I'll jump around in the Road To Despair in Sunny Fun Meadow World. Following close behind me will be my army of Monkey-cats. We'll march all the way down the Road To Despair.

Once we reach Despair, I'll continue to smile and grin like a maniac. When all the evil, dark things fly out of the old, dead trees in Despair, I'll laugh my twisted head off.

But then I'll have to share my psychotic joy with EVERYONE. So I'll run to house after house, racing around like the lunatic I am.

And finally, some NICE old lady will call over some of her NICE friends in NICE white lab coats to come and talk to me and keep me company.

And those NICE guys in white lab coats will be my friends. And they'll take me to this NICE little building with NICE little rooms. And the best part is, those little rooms will have padded walls, so I can plow straight into them and scatter my crazy brain around whenever I feel like it.

It sure is fun being insane. Heh. : P

Friday, October 10, 2008


Roughly 10:30 P.M. October 10th, 2008. Sleep.


Fading Out--