Broken pieces of my mind

If you don't exercise your right to think differently, then you never will.

Muse is just word. It's the idea that matters.

Brilliance isn't a thought. It's a natural reaction.

Who am I? It's a better question then, Who are you?

Beyond illness, is a place where the broken wander perfect, but forever flawed. Where tragedy is a state of being. Where beauty is non-exixtant, and pain is common place. Everything is horrific, thus stopping it from being. Everything is a pale shade of green, and nothing is clouded. The world is clear in it unhappiness. Hope doesn't exist, thus making it unnecessary. It is not hell because it is not punishment. It's merely sadness, and all it entails.

White is a canvass. It's nothing until acted upon and then it is what it is. Black is everything, while being nothing. It's an idea waiting to be thought.

Beauty is neither good, nor evil. It is pure devotional neutrality.

This is not a question, because it has no answer.

Sound is universal.

Odd. Crystals mean calm, despite any other persons opinion.

Questionaire

1. Have you ever wanted to sleep in the middle of the day? Why?

2. Whens the last time you thought about purple? If just now, Why haven't you been?

3. True or False: I relate more to plants then a mannequin

4. What frightens you? Describe the reason.

5. If you had to choose between a rainy night, or a snowy dawn, which would you pick?

6. Look up. Describe what you see.

7. Are you flexible? Do you think you are?

8. How often do you change your printers ink?

9. Please describe your recovery method when you are ill with the common cold.

10. Whats you view on technology? good, evil, necessary?

11. What is your first thought when you hear the word, "Cellar"?

12. If you saw an apple with a bite taken out of it, what would your reaction be?

13. True or False: My hair is a point of concern every few days.

14. What is your most prominent physical habit? (ei. I crack the lowest knuckle on my left hand every 5-10 min.)

15. Have you ever felt the desire to break something? What, and why?

16. Your opinion on orange street lamps.

17. Your current opinion on this questionnaire.

18. Your reaction to that last question.

19. Use question 18 as the answer for, "Did that bunny harm you?". Did you find that humorous?

20. What do you think this quiz is evaluating?

Please answer in incomplete sentences. You will be graded according to a first come, first serve bases, crossed with an alphabetical cataloging. Best of luck, I intend to see you all again next year.

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P.S. something that just happened.

I appear to have become too old for random, nonchalant, flirting. Every time i do something or say something that is totally over the top, and completely absurd, (in the flirting department), everyone feels the need to tell me that they have an existing relationship. Either people think thats the way i actually flirt, or i'm desperate enough to believe that might actually work.

Silly people.

Writing

Picture a dark night atop a hill. Nothing, but pitch black in every direction, the wind gently tugging at you. Now, see a light blossom in the distance. It's casts an orange glow, and you quickly gather it's a street light. While you were focusing on that single light, another sprung into existence near it. Soon, hundreds of light begin appearing, varying from an almost red-ish hue, to clean white florescent. Within minutes, you are standing on a lightless hill, surrounded by illumination. They shine so bright that they stain the sky, making the once mysterious night both safe and undesirable. The wind has picked up, and now pulls at you wildly. Picture now, that you are kite, flying over the hill. The wind above the hill is now like gravity to you. It's pull, although rough and buffering, is what sustains you. You are caught between two worlds, the sky and the earth. Before you can adjust to the wild wind, your string is cut. The dark hill that lay below you now twists and tumbles in your vision. The wind is leading out from under that patch of black, and into the ten thousand lights. You are out of control, veering into an orange nightmare.

Please now go to youtube or itunes, and listen to the song, 15 step by Radiohead. While listening, think of the veering kite over the glowing city.

I have always had this image in my head, about this song. Atop of nose hill, seeing all the city alight. I thought i'd share that with you, and try my hand at writing in the same instance.

Thank you.

DAMN!!!

I missed yesterday. Which makes me a fail. Thats why i'm writing this in the morning, so it almost counts as writing it yesterday. Also, to make up for the lack of post, today will be particularly non-sensical.

(lights up)

(The scene is a fast food restaurant. John is sitting in a corner, wit ha burger and a notepad, crying.)

(enter Sally)

S: What wrong?

J: I'm suppose to be writing a comedy

S: What?

J: But i'm crying so it won't work

S: Um, why are you crying?

J:Because of.... her.....

S: Oh, sweetie, are you having girl problems?

J: Oh, god yes. She said..... she said.....

S: Yes?

J: HAVE NICE TIME AT WENDYS!!!!! (breaks down in to hysterical sobbing)

S: ....... is wendy another girl?

J: No, it's here. The restaurant. Wendys.

S: why are you sad about that?

J: Well, it means.... you know, that.... and she....... I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!

S: Alright..... i was just trying to help....

J: LEAVE ME ALONE, WICHY WOMEN!!!!

S: Whatever...... Psycho.....

(Sally exits)

(John stares dejected into space, then realization shows on his face. He begins writing furiously.)

TADA!!!!!!

Any good? Sorta weird. Get over it, this is my blog.

On a side note, Life is really good. Isn't it really awesome when your slightly worried over something, and it turns out that the worry wasn't necessary, because the something turned out marvellously?

CYALL!!!! until later today.

Derp

It's been bugging me.

WHAT DOES THE WORD DERP MEAN?

It is life's greatest question. It is used frequently, to great comedic effect, and yet what is its meaning? The scarier thing is, that I actually know when to use it.

EXAMPLE

Friend: So, I just beat the last Level of halo...... on legendary.

Me: DERP DERP DERP (while clapping like a dolphin)

EXAMPLE 2

Sad Awkward Loner Friend: and thats how my mom died.......

*Silence*

Me: Derp

Less Awkward other Friend: Derp Derp Derp.

SEE? these may not be prime examples, but it gets the point across.

I figure Derp must have a secret nature, like how Super Man has Clark Kent, and Spider Man has Peter Parker. But that raises the even bigger question of, is derp, in its displayed usage (see above examples) the milder manner alter ego, or is it the cosmic word o' power?

Oh, how you infuriate me, Derp.

If you have yet to understand the power of Derp, I'm giving you homework. It's going to be step by step, so i won't lose anyone.

1. Find a mirror

2. Contort mouth

3. Contort eyebrows

4. Cross eyes.

5. Think of the funniest voice you can make

6. Say, "Derp"

7. If you have not laughed, do this in front of another person

8. If they haven't laughed, disregard this article. it's too awesome for you.

So ends Day two of summer.

I will continue my non-sensicality until it is at an amount worthy to display to the world.

Then i will smile.

Good Knight to all, and to all a King Arthur.

New Beginnings

So, here i am. It's been ages since i last posted, and i figured i might as well post some more. Actually, there is some grand design behind this simple little thought. (or figure if you prefer)

It is the first day of summer, officially, and i got the brilliant idea to post every day. *said by the screaming hoard of fan girls* "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT GRAHAM?" Good question, fan girls. I had a slight revelation today. It was seeded at a party I attended a few days ago, and it came to light in the past few hours.

Nobody hates me. Well, not right off the bat, anyway.

Knowing that i won't be shot down at the first sign of brainular independence, it spurred me to think further on my rather interesting brain. It is filled with a lot of stuff, funny and not so, but the key thing is that it's a brain filled with unique stuff. Unique stuff should be shown to the world as to encourage younger generations, so that they may be filled with thoughts of uniqueness and therefor all be the same.

So, without further ado, I will post my interesting and insane comments, thoughts, and bubbles of cerebral cognition. I hope you enjoy.

Second revelation, (slighter then the first), blogs don't have to be about a person. DUUUUUUUDEEEE!!!!!!