Oldies are the shit

Ive just been sitting back listening to all the old music I have on my computer. Its so great. Currently the song playing is Every Rose Has Its Thorns- Guns N Roses. So call me a suck for oldies.
Okay, so there is so much homework that I am supposed to be doing, but what am I doing instead? Downloading music, checking and fixing the unloved, and updating my blog spot that needed updating a long time ago. Chelsea and I have to have all of the stuff thats been due lately, done by this Friday coming up or we could fail all the assignments. *sigh*
Talk about a bunch of stress on me. I forgot to bring my Sociology homework home. Woo! Go Mandy! So much that needs to be done on it, a big assignment I havent started due on Tuesday, and a test on the chapter for Wednesday. Wow.... Arent on the ball???

Wise words of the Day:

What time the mighty moon was gathering light, Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him rolled his lustrous eyes; When, turning round a cassia, full in view Death, walking all alone beneath a yew And talking to himself, first met his sight: "You must begone," said death, "these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said: "This hour is thine: Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all." Come with me and step out of the light...

Alright, its been forever since Ive updated you on my 'ness. Im here, Im there, Im everywhere!
The Unloved is lookin so good lately. Sometimes I think that MSN is going to shut it down, all because it has nakki chicks. Tisk tisk. Some eyeballs just cant handle the nakkiness that is The Unloved. sometimes I have dreams that MSN shuts us down, and then I go into withdrawls and have a breakdown. I always wake up and make sure to check and see if its there. Dont want my dreams to come true, now do we? That would be a crime.
I was looking through an old web site that I used to look at, long time ago. Found a poem to share with you:
~But Still I Cry...~ But still I cry... I cry out for you My heart bleeds for you and my darkened soul aches for you. My sun rises and my moon sets for you My dreams come alive and my fears melt away for you. For you, I would sail oceans, I would walk across deserts For you, I would die a thousand horrible deaths For you, I would take away your tears and blood For you, I would pledge my undying love for you For you, I would open the sky and denounce the planets For you, I will live... But still I cry... I love you forever... Thats no lie.........
Weird isnt it? Odd how its kinda morbid, but full of romance. Just thought you might like to read it.

Ever realize how stupid people can be? How Truly stupid humans are? Oh my god... And how pathetic they can be? Always whining! Wanting everything for themselves. And when they cant get it, its more whining! They sound like children. Pathetic humans!

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

Do not ask which creature screams in the night, Do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, And my body that crouches in the shadow. I am Enigmatic and you are the puppet That dances to my tune.

lauzza_girl


Oh they didnt notice the blood.
They didn't notice the tear that did flood.
They didn't notice my hateful glare.
They didn't notice my angry stare.

Now every night my soul is wild.
While I'm lying here asleep like an innocent child.
Oh hell its painful when they killed.
But the sounded like they were thrilled.

Now they dont understand.
Why I'm here to demand.
I want them to bleed.
I want to here them bloody plead.

The Undead
Richard Wilbur (1961)
Even as children they were late sleepers,
Preferring their dreams, even when quick with monsters,
To the world with all its breakable toys,
Its compacts with the dying;

From the stretched arms of withered trees
They turned, fearing contagion of the mortal,
And even under the plums of summer
Drifted like winter moons.

Secret, unfriendly, pale, possessed
Of the one wish, the thirst for mere survival,
They came, as all extremists do
In time, to a sort of grandeur:

Now, to their Balkan battlements
Above the vulgar town of their first lives,
They rise at the moon's rising. Strange
That their utter self-concern

Should, in the end, have left them selfless:
Mirrors fail to perceive them as they float
Through the great hall and up the staircase;
Nor are the cobwebs broken.

Into the pallid night emerging,
Wrapped in their flapping capes, routinely maddened
By a wolf's cry, they stand for a moment
Stoking the mind's eye

With lewd thoughts of the pressed flowers
And bric-a-brac of rooms with something to lose, -
Of love-dismembered dolls, and children
Buried in quilted sleep.

Then they are off in a negative frenzy,
Their black shapes cropped into sudden bats
That swarm, burst, and are gone. Thinking
Of a thrush cold in the leaves

Who has sung his few summers truly,
Or an old scholar resting his eyes at last,
We cannot be much impressed with vampires,
Colorful though they are;

Nevertheless, their pain is real,
And requires our pity. Think how sad it must be
To thirst always for a scorned elixir,
The salt quotidian blood

Which, if mistrusted, has no savor;
To prey on life forever and not possess it,
As rock-hollows, tide after tide,
Glassily strand the sea.

He comes at night when sleep is your lover, he'll penetrate your soul to create another, he steals your dreams as he rapes your mind, so hold on to your dreams...or your bed he will find.

Hi, welcome to my first blog ever. I'm a little crazy, and soon you will get to know this. Enjoy!