mini freak out of the day

Nellie Andreeva @ Deadline says the entire Walking Dead writing staff has been terminated. AMC’s official statement doesn’t entirely confirm, but says “that there will be changes to the writing staff.”



why!!!! why would they do that

whats your favorite wes anderson movie???

Angry Birds Peace Treaty

Movie of the day

You should all watch Malice in Wonderland...  its the gritty retake on  well i'm sure you know what  i very much like ,

more music that is like my day

Song of the day

Miss Invisible by  Marie Digby 8/10
                  and
Gallows by Cocorosie  8/10

yes i guess its a  bit of cheating  but they are the songs

I'm not sure why this is my song today but for some reason it is... it must be the lack of windows

You will not have peace of mind

i"m so tired.....nodding off in my seat my head swaying softy back and forth and when i wake i wake here

i'm not sure where is real anymore

Song of The Day

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There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning

As the scent of a dying  fire fills the air around me  I began to think the ticking of the clock marks the passing of time  telling me to move, to let go of this transfix-on. While every tick tells me to hold on and never to let go. I stir the reborn tree  that lays now in the heart of this house  preparing it to return to the earth it once toward over.   Each smoky breath it takes reminds me of my own rebirth, In only 6 months and 6 days  from now I will be born again.  I’m still developing and growing so I can not tell you  what I will emerge as. It does not bother me  that what I am is unknown I’m far to young to be caught up in the needs of titles,  still I am old, what I am now  creaks with age and fears the death of itself it can not see the beauty of being reborn.

             I’ve awoken now to ask you something, come with me, come with me, Come be reborn with me,  to be the first to take the breath of this adventure  this life. Where  we are going I’m not sure… we may leave the states we may not. Just be ready this is the only way for one to find their wings

 The grand Canyon…. By train

Canada

Europe?

Texas

The dirty streets of New York

yes please

who wouldn't want to see this movie?

OH GOODNESS

how i feel about tuesdays

 yep just like a pushed over monkey

every sunday needs a cake

 well now that i've had cake in the park i'm ready to start my life again and return to the windowless rooms that  keep me trapped

oh the colors

 

went to dave and busters  for the first time  its pretty amazing 

also Adult snow cones are tasty

Song of the day

Miss Invisible by  Marie Digby 8/10
                  and
Gallows by Cocorosie  8/10

yes i guess its a  bit of cheating  but they are the songs

I'm not sure why this is my song today but for some reason it is... it must be the lack of windows

rejoining reality

well its November... that means the semester is coming to an end projects are due and i have to settle down. no more parties, no crazy all nighters unless its to finish the project but for now i will lay on the floor covered in cobwebs and watching the pats spin and spin around they are such a pleasant color of purple but next to me is a hefty book of bight yellow telling me i need to read it ...but for now the bats are all that matter and maybe ... just maybe if i drift to sleep they will clean the back yard.

late night realisations

After drifting in to a pleasant pre-dream state of mind cuddled up with my favorite pillow, i felt a small tap tap on the side of my face. Slowly opening my eyes i met the wide eyes of sir pumpernickel looking quite upset about something and with out much of a thought i rolled away from my pillow bunched up some blankets as a pillow instead mumbling out and sleepy apology ...to a cat...for using my own pillow.. of course this didn't dawn on me to hours later when i was awoke by him attempting to eat my ear.... i think i'm a slave to a cat... so here is a video of a cat that i wish was mine

Must watch of the day

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I give this a 10/10 for making my day

Life went by and i found a way back

 the days just spin by one after another and before i know it night has settled once again around me. Today i will be productive Today i will post so i have set aside my homework and things that due dates linger around me as some haunting stressful energy. by linger of course i refer to the project due  19 hours that i have yet to start . oh well life will go on and i don't need that great of a score i say. yet that clock continues to haunt me  pulling and destroying my bubble of  aloof uncaring.    but I'm back   maybe

Side note to how my life is going... I ate breakfast next to a clown tramp and his buddy circuses clown

 pictrue by Lyubomir Bukov

the weekend

                                How i spent my time

Today of Today

Reason to mark the calender 

 White Cane Safety Day!!!  beware and be prepared.... or something i don't really know how to celebrate this one.   5/10 reasons to celebrate

Song of the day

Song: The hounds of war
band : the subjects 
8/10
http://hypem.com/track/920391/The+Subjects+-+The+Hounds+Of+War

its a title

The world began on a warm winter afternoon sometime around four, or quite possibly a cool summer morning at exactly 7:15. It’s always hard to sort out the beginning of things they tend to get themselves blurred between the end of itself and the middle of someone else. Not that any of these matters. No one ever remembers the beginning. There is no peril, no unhappiness, no moral dilemma just a simple once upon a time. This could possibly be their own beginning, which is the worst way for anything to have begun. Its moral standoff is already written, the pity has been spent. So lets us start without a once or an upon let us know that there was merely a time when the world began.

In a world much different then your own with exactly the same trees and people doing exactly the same thing as they are doing now; even you are doing your same routine day in and day out. Were you blindly walking though the patterns that have been created to keep everyone at the beginning. There is only one small difference between the world you began and the world that is, you are not you and they are not them. Here is the place you stayed the same you followed all the rules were content and led a life dutiful to your fellow man and country. Though again we miss the point this isn’t about you its about her, its about them. The dreams and failures of those dreams. Let us get back and rejoin the fight but don’t worry we skipped past the beginning, the introductions, the development we skipped straight to what you wanted to hear.

                                                          The death.

Not your conventional death with tears of a mother morning its child or a soul softly whimpering for its heart. this was a death that no one felt that no one took notice of. there is no written account of its birth but it was there, I'm sure of that, it was there. Then everything began and it was gone. No forwarding address no replacement crew just a beginning with an emptiness. no one calling out for some heart felt apology for the in convince of what they were feeling. No screams, mutters of denial passing it off as a forged memory of a forgotten dream, for how could it of existed if there was no beginning. it is impossible to believe an ending with no context of existing. If anyone had notice its passing the past or future would have noted that this moment was the start not the one known today by every breath that has been and will be taken. Silence your objections let go of that feeling of pride that you are different that you knew, would have know, will know. This is a coward’s way of boasting his way in to hero’s shoes. You are stuck in the beginning there is no help for you or from you.

A story with no context the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach hunger gnawing at you over some long forgotten regret like that of a storm suck out at sea desperately moaning to crash on the shore.   Today  awoke as any day does with the suns arrival and the moons farewell. The world slowly came alive with the groaning of machines fighting against the cogs that force them to turn.  How do we meet what’s already gone a question that plagued her mind every tic echoed in her skull  gone gone gone  all of them lost in the vast sea of armchair travels fall back into the lapping waves of cotton and polyester the tips of their fingers beginning to turn to whither fruit yet no one splashes or struggles against their fate. Compliment to the second son, the weaver of dreams, and guardian of children. Creating a dance played across the faces mimicking the horror and sadness placed before them without feeling a thing. pulling them in deeper as blood turns to cotton and their skin takes on  the texture of cheap polyester suit meant only for those trying to reclaim their footing but their blurry and fig righted eyes says its only an act “ I'm not better I'm going to fail, you  wont see it coming”. Your guessing  again does not lie to me I can see the cogs slowly turning catching every now and then trying to make sense and draw conclusions. Acutest some life altering meaning from the text before “Is she her”, “Are they everyone” “I'm glad I’m not them” “Am I her”. Stop. Your editing and changing a context that doesn’t exist you made these choices created a world of impatient and action your complaining about this death that was promised instead being forced to listen to the ticking of polyester waves its imminent, that’s where were going a death can not be rushed even with a murder there is an art to chaotic struggle, to  take another breath. Maybe you should be asking the  most important questions, is it you.  Don’t recoil in such horror and scoff aghast at such an accusation you have already taken a life your no saint pure or possessed what would keep you from ending the existence of one with out a beginning 

     Digression it plagues ones mind bring up arguments to prove your truth disorganizing and corrupting a  prose you rip apart every line looking for a reason distracting quite you mind and listen I’d hate to ignore you or leave you all tougher before we’ve even hinted at an ending. Let’s move onward seeking death.

Read of the Day

“Teddy Bear Patriarchy,”  by Donna Haraway 
 I give it and 7/10 its interesting enough but is very specific towards his group of readers. So if your looking  for an article that covers the early 19th century museums and there relationship with eugenics.

At first this was for you, then it wasnt becaues you wouldnt want it to be

 For the lack of anything to really say right now i will post  a qoute from " Notes from the underground" by Fyodor Dosoevsky if you havent read him you should.

Yes - you, you alone must pay for everything because you turned up like this, because I'm a scoundrel, because I'm the nastiest, most ridiculous, pettiest, stupidest, and most envious worm of all those living on earth who're no better than me in any way, but who, the devil knows why, never get embarassed, while all my life I have to endure insults from every louse - that's my fate. What do I care that you dont understand any of this?