Talking to yourself

 This song is meh

So is this one

But that's what I was listening too so what are ya going to do...

So uhh whats new. I mean whats new with you

and uhh how do ya do. and umm so on and so forth come what may and what not's ya know

So now that that's done it would seem I'm psyched for Marvel vs Capcom three. (so ya I'm not all riddles and shit) I likey the Video Game. In Fact that's kinda what I'm about that and art and ya know other stuff. in any case I wasn't so excited but some game play videos changed all that now I'm all like fuck yes.




Ain't that a bit of bad ass, and even though Phoenix looks tottaly broken. (She totally dose)
I reckon I might play it any way. the game seems to dive into individual characters combo potential more no longer is the game about finding the best ways to combo based on team comp. Right now I look forward to playing Amaterasu, chun li and spider man

Spiderman
Amaterasu
No video for just chun li (Sucks really)

Other then that Benn thinking of doing some RP stuff. For those of you that don't know RP stands for Role Play (Because I am a huge nerd no joke) I like to role play because I find this place to be droll. No joke I write and tell stories because as amazing as this place is the only thing more amazing is the fact that this amazing place inspires things much more amazing. But we stuck here so we read books we watch movies we listen to music. And some of us role play, if you haven't tried it I suggest you try I've it's like the first two mediums except the story revolves specifically around you it's very addicting.

In any case after Narrator my own game with some friends of mine for a couple of years. (12 to be exact :P) I've decided to try something more structured and DM a D&D game. But first I kinda need to learn to play... So this Thursday I think I'll be at heroes officially trying to learn some of this game.I also made a character for a D&D game my friend is hosting online. He's a Monk with  some issues I might get into that later.

Geeze it's 5:00 in the morning this has to stop school is starting soon... Oh well wow ( World of Warcraft) time ran out so I done with that for a while. It's kind of a relief that shit takes too much time. I got other shit I want to play in the mean time. lately I've been on a broken social scene trip it's unique stuff. Yes unique. Ya know it just occurred to me I think I want people to read this blog. It's less weird then my poetry, but my poetry it much more popular, even though I don't advertise it. Maybe I should advertise this and suggest people read it, this is more me any way what do you think. (as I listen for crickets)

I don't know whats this blog is all about yet so bare with me if you're looking for some kind of consistency(listen to me writing to my self what a crazy???) I was going to do a poem to the song hotel but it's not that good...ya know? Anyway heres the drawing this time it's old. But one of my favs


 

I'll tell ya what if you read what I wrote you pick the song and I'll write a poem to it for fun.
first comment wins. (Unless I'm talking to myself )

I want people to see me as a villain

I really like this song today.

But then the user got rid of it then I couldn't remember what song it was so...here is another song
Hopefully I diden't post this already...


Too easily do I get caught up in cycles. So very easily do I get swamped with repetition. So I decided to take a note from Hey jude  and just write some shit. Last time I posted I wrote a story now I feel like I should be writing a story. But to keep coming up with new contend is kind of a lot of pressure so I think I'll just write for now.

Other people seem to have interesting things to talk about. Well I don't well nothing to terribly relevant I'm human you know. So my moods change write now I feel content which means I'm lax. This is pretty common for me. It might be the default for this blog.

I dislike writing... even more I dislike reading ( this relates directly to why I'm stupid). But for as much as I dislike writing I do it. Because I think I'm good at it (how narcissistic right?). And maybe because deep down I like it (I really don't know yet) I write lots of poetry I like every single one of them, but I never tag anyone in them. (there on facebook). I've been thinking I might post them here at one point. But it would be one hell of an undertaking. There are now 85 of them...

My thoughts travel faster then my fingers so I seem to skip words when I go back and read things. Sometimes I write other things entirely (it might be a subconscious thing!) I'll fix what I caught but don't expect me to go back and read this stuff that's not what this is about (I'm not sure what it's about). But if something read wrong bare with me please. I'm not that smart. ( I think I'm really smart but can't spell worth a shit)

I think I'm going to be honest writing this (I hesitated as I typed that) That means I'm gonna be honest with shit. It's a scary concept I know if you don't like it I urge you not to read past this point. I have a fun idea if it's in parentheses then it's a hundred percent what I'm really thinking. (promise) 

I'm a wanna be artist I want to get better though I'll start practicing once school starts. I want to do a comic or something I need more dedication. Ya know I write how I speak I ramble. These things could turn out to be pretty long. (I might even convince myself one day that I'm a writer).

(I love this life but I'm kinda bored I'm looking for someone)

tell you the truth this whole thing feels girly. But I write poetry and that pretty girly. (this thing is red, is Girly not a word absurd!)Not sure what to say about that. I like Dinosaurs I think that should some up my masculinity. 

I'm running out of stuff to write about right now. Just as well I got nerd stuff I should probably take care of  so heres some art stuff I did last semester.

I got inspire by some banksy art and had to draw a rat. (rat one of my favorite animals by the way)

I did this for an upstart company Apparently it's on a T shirt somewhere ( I never got one >:(   )

My traditional art is better...

Life on a pillow

Read listen relax

He said, "What would you say if I said I was here to save you"? I told him "I would say you were crazy no one can save me but me and someday soon I will be free". Then he smiled, But to be honest I don't know what he had to be smiling about. Here I was on top of a building scared out of my mind. Time was running out and I couldn't be sure if I had the energy to press the snooze button on life again.

Do you always come up here bare foot? He asked. Concrete feels more real to me then grass you know. It's rough and it's solid its everything real. "Real can't be soft"? He said admiring the city view looking no where at me. I was pissed now why would he come up here to start asking me all these questions, he doesn't even look me in the eye as he talks infuriated I yell "whats so real about soft Life isn't soft". Yea he said "Life isn't soft". "Especially if your the girl that walks barefoot on concrete" he said looking at me with a smile.

"Fuck it..." I said as I let go. "Fuck it I hate him... " I said as I fell. I don't like rough but it's all I know, It figures that pavement is the way that I'll go. Why not even in the end couldn't someone be nice, someone be sweet, ...soft. I mean I've known him since... wait.

As I fell with the pavement was fast approaching it dawned on me that I didn't even know the boy our first meeting would be our last. This realization was rough as rough as the pavement I would soon be colliding with. Suttle with no remorse this was life in it's purest form. Why, why did this have to happen He said he was here to save me. Yet he didn't know me, could he tell I was going to jump was he trying to talk me down? But I jumped because I thought he was being cold. This is life in it's purest form.

But I didn't understand it in the end I wished for something soft, in the end I threw it away. A single tear is all I have left to offer the world.

If I closed my eyes now maybe. Life would forgive me maybe life would let me take it all back

I lay in grass now I see no gray the earth is green I think I like it this way. "Green is a cool color" he said. "yea" I said "I really like it"

I was dress in a white dress powerless to get up perfectly content to lay here forever the grass is the only place I wanted to be.

"Thank you for saving me" I tell him

Are you crazy? he said

What? I ask a little confused

"If you were to ask me if I could save you..."

"I would say you were crazy no one can save you but you and someday soon you would be free."

After her said that I had many more tears to offer the world then.

The boy reached out and hugged me he said he was rooting for me.

to give it my best shot.

I opened my eyes then.

my pillow was soaked but that was fine because it was very soft.

I wear shoes on the concrete now. But I like to walk bare foot in the grass.

It's soft but rough enough to remind me whats real.

Which is the way I like it.