Joseph

Wed, 22 Jan 2003 20:41:31 GMT

Oy, the rigors of teenage relationships, i dont know anymore, i used to know what i wanted in a girl, and now it seems that i cant decide, there are two, now, that i love, and one of them doesnt like me, and the other one is too far away, i can honestly say that i love both of them, but i cant go out with either, grr. I would need a job anyway so i could pay for dates, and im gonna get one soon, but i dont have one yetso i guess ill start with that and take this one step at a time. blarg.

flavour

Wed, 23 Oct 2002 22:07:56 GMT

I tashte like Alcohol.

Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You?

discworld amuses me

Wed, 25 Sep 2002 22:24:20 GMT

Find out which Discworld novelty you are.

I Hate My Life

Wed, 25 Sep 2002 22:10:13 GMT

Misery tears at my soul
Apathy my defense
Terror steals my self-control
and life's destroyed my innocence
Death reaches with talons sharp
I welcome it with open arms
Love's stolen my blackened heart
and given me to the devil's charms
Hate protects me from the pain
of society's cruel arrow
Sorrow's driven me insane
and chills me to the marrow
Of bones grown brittle with disuse
no going forth or back
Anxiety is my excuse
for pressing the attack
my enemies surround me now
no room to break or bend
I often wonder when or how
I'll ever see the end
Wounded, fighting on and on
and only time will tell
when will to live will all be gone
and I'll be dragged to hell

Game

Wed, 25 Sep 2002 02:09:29 GMT

okish story that i wrote in English while i was bored.

I walk into the building, confused, not knowing where I am. I walk up the stairs, and into a large room. I see a large group of people, some that I recognize, some that I don`t. I see a group of those like me in a corner, I go sit with them. Suddenly someone places a gun in my hand, I look at them, annoyed. Why would a Gangrel, The warrior class of the Camarilla, need a gun? But my friends assure me that it will be useful to me, so i keep it for now. Suddenly, the door next to me bursts open, and people walk in, and i feel that i cannot hit him. I realize what the gun is for now. I stand up, looking at the people who just walked in, wondering what is going on. These people speak about things like Praxis, and others that i don`t understand. Suddenly shots ring out, i look at where they came from, seeing someone who sits in a place of prominence holding a smoking weapon. Then a sphere of darkness shrouds the person who entered i aim at the center of the darkness and fire, i hear a shout of pain, and the shroud drops. I see the man holding his shoulder, but then he just gets back up and the wound heals, I drop the gun and sprout claws from my fingers. I run up to the man and slash him with my claws twice, leaving long gashes in his body, I am sure that he will not heal those so quickly,and i am right. I slash him two more times, then bite him, i can taste him go to ash in my mouth, and i know the fight is over.

to begin with,a poem

Tue, 24 Sep 2002 03:31:00 GMT

Death stalks the night
In search of prey
Coming closer
I can feel him
Hot breath steaming
In the darkness
Eyes with hatred
Glowing brightly
Talons curving
Scream is curdling
Red blood dripping
From incisors
Slow advancing
My heart pumping
Begging for his
Empty mercy
Watching him
With terrified face
As the monster
Whets his knife with
Sadist's pleasure
Then he raises
His cruel blade and
Drives it up to
Its great hilt
Once, twice, and three
Times into me
But what is this
I still survive
Looking down,
I shriek in horror
For on the ground
Lies my innocence
Fate much worse
Than any death
To live eternal
Knowing all
And loving none
As you must always
Be alone