Sunday, May 6, 2012

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Talk Show Guests

lol

Crimson and Clover, Over and Over


Poetry my Ass

Being a total bastard prick on the inside, one of my favouritest things in life is taking the piss of what people perceive as being their truest innermost selves. Nothing presents this opportunity more often than amateur poetry, and for that I salute it.

Take for example a guy I used to know who is now posting regular poetry on facebook from the blog he made for it. I could point out so many humorous aspects in this as it really cracks me up. Everything from his commitment to fundamentalist Christianity (his dad happens to be a preacher) to the fact that he reverts to speaking as if he's in the 18th century as soon as he starts writing.

"Time bestows upon me a warning"

But my personal favorite is still the rhyming...       It.      Is.       EXTREME!

Yet finally I define; To give to you the meaning mine
For this term I have in mind, take that which I have refined
For if you are inclined to read my final line.
 
 
So yeah, i'm a bad person.
Love, Sam.

Monday, April 23, 2012

The Inkspots

If I didn't care, would I still feel this way?
If it isn't love, can my heart still feel betrayed?

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Happy 420!

Yeah, this may just be turning into a weed blog, but whatcha gonna do? 
ITS 420!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Nothing is that simple.
What may appear black & white is often made up from shades of grey.

Nothing is as pure as I'd like.
Nobody is that innocent and they always have their motives.

Nothing that's worth it is easy.
Push yourself forward, because nobody else is losing out when you fail.

Its never as good as you remember.
Nostalgia is a filter through which we see what we need to.


Or, in the words of Mr. H. L. Mencken:
For every complex problem, there is a solution which is simple, neat, and wrong.