The blades of night time grasses
shift in and out of focus
as I lay with my head parallel to the silent ground,
secretly observing the moonlike creature
whose fish-belly white feet
are sweeping a tiny current
of crisp evening air over the surface of the field.
Elbows crooked, its cool little hands
hardly make an effort to grasp the icy chains
that are keeping it suspended above
the undulating whorls of dark green.
Its limpid toe-tips absently brush flecks of dew
from the stalks of weeds and wildflowers,
while its eyes, upturned, carefully trace
shimmering droplets of sea glass in the sky.
In a snap,
the buzzing of the dry morning light
crawls across my skin and cracks it,
and with a straining bloodshot eye
I squint past parched and yellow grass,
only to find that the wooden swing
is once more motionless and unoccupied,
until I dream again.
What I said eralier. I dunno what I was thinking. When it's dark here, like 1 or 2. It's only 6 or 7 in England. So everyone is asleep there...and asleep here. So I don't have anyone to remember for me, but I'm sure I have to talk to someone to get it all out. I wish it was evening in Europe...or evening in America. I knoew it's ahppening now, I just need someone to talk to. This shit sucks, I'm scared to go
I built whole system to hepp me backin the day but then I usd that system to do other things/ So now what does it do? Does it help mow? No, it's too far apart, the people have spread out.
SO I can go visit places, and know ties of people, but what can help me now? Nothing, I cant even drink. I can't read, I can't sleep, I can't go anywher, I can'td rive, I can barely think. I used to love the night, it was miy time of epntiness, when I was all alone with my idols and demonss. Now it just seems so long until monring. I need hot, glaring sunliht to keep me here till it's night time n europe and the sun sets here. Just 12 hours...no more. That's all I need.
At least this helps, writng this down, trying to read the words, trying to think in lines.
But it's fucking cold, and the lights are so faek, I just really want them off, want to lie down. I wish I could read a boook or watch tV, but that would be teh same as sleep.
Its so hwar being here, I should just let go and try to remember next iem, just to let it be good again. I can't do until tomorrow night, that's so far away, a dark eternity even until dawn. i will wait though, se hwo long ti sakes
Sso, this is it, I guess, if twenty minuts took so logn, I can't make it hours, I'm sure.
See you guys later, when I'm humbeld and broken, when all my wods and money are sucked away, like the dogshit they are. What was the stpuid point, i shold hve now this day wuld fome I should have known this day wold come I can't really read thiese words, so I'm sorry.
Maybe in a few days i;ll piss you all off gain, who kows, but I Might now feel like it.
i'm so mad, I'm so fucking mad, justs...just just filled with rage, buring, awful rage
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i don't want to, i reaaly dont but i cant type
by guys, see you
I recently discovered, lurking in the dead sea scrolls, a reference to the WoW realm that Cracky might play on. Girding my trollish loins, I prepared to delve back into the nightmare known as World of Warcraft. My quest was to do something dubious to someone, vaguely. In truth, I knew not my goals but that has never stopped me before.
Keenly aware of my total lack of understanding, I surmised my quest would be disorienting and fraught with retards. Retards... my sworn mortal enemy. To defend myself from them, I decided, I must launch a preemptive strike. As is well known to all wowfags, /2 is the halfway-house of WoW. It teems with idiots, trolls, sexual predators and the occassional, misguided merchant. Only in Trade - City, do welfare epicced 70s trash talk bank alts of successful players, do foreigners fail to sell Silverleaf and do the totally clueless beg for ports, summons and enchants they can't afford. Clearly, if I could lay this haven of indignity across my proverbial knee and deliver, like one would a wailing babe, a fatal spanking, I would remove most of the diseased idiocy that would threaten me on my journey.
There was, of course, a proverbial mackerel in the gears - the GMs. In hindsight, it was obvious they would be in league with the stunted gotards who flailed so grandly in the trade channel. But at the time that I, filled with asinine vim and vigor, stormed the intangible bastions of this destitute RP server, I was heedless of their lurking menace. The GMs, skulking in their dank corners, pounced upon my frail, noobly night elf within hours of my arrival. After a mere few days of heated trolling the mods had delivered unto me a suspension. In 2 days I received 3 warnings for violating Blizz's totalitarian Terms of Service. The brittle china of my hopes and dreams was shattered in their hirsute, Neanderthal hands.
So I present here, for your amusement, the complaints:
>>"Account Action: Warning
>>Offenses: Harassment Policy Violation - Inappropriate
>>This category includes both clear and masked language which:
>> * Is a mildly inappropriate reference to human anatomy or bodily functions
>> * Is otherwise considered objectionable
>>Offenses: Harassment Policy Violation - Obscene/Vulgar
>>This category includes both clear and masked language which:
>> * Is crude and offensive in nature
>> * Is an inappropriate reference to human anatomy or bodily functions
>> * Is pornographic in nature
>>Details (Note - Times are listed in Greenwich Mean Time, GMT):
>>2007/11/18 04:17:20 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Who else is in Fucking Hilarious?"
>>2007/11/19 04:15:47 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "What about [Enchant Penis - Subtlety] or [Enchant Penis - Haste]?"
>>2007/11/19 04:15:55 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Ooh...[Enchant Penis - Executioner]! 850 armor penetration has gotta be enough to ignore girls pants."
This provoked the following, which resulted in a suspension.
>>2007/11/19 6:20:01 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Attention [Redacted]: You are all pederast pedants. I hope your ears bleed cum and your rancid genitals turn to cottage cheese. You fucking cripples."
>>2007/11/19 6:20:31 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "[Redacted], [Redacted] and [Redacted] are the shittiest collection of baby-rapists and gear-mooching whores to ever call themselves raiding guilds. They should be dragged from their houses and nailed to the fucking wall."
>>2007/11/19 6:21:21 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Heed my words GMs: Gay. Nigger. Tits. Suck my pestilent dick you PvE faggot motherfuckers. If you rolled PvP and let your testes drop maybe your daddy would rape you less."
Anyhow, the formatting of this is probably gonna be all horrible and gross. I would like to point out that the only other warning I've received in the four years I've been playing was for 'messing with the economy'. And I have sworn like a sailor in WoW since day one. So what did they warn me for? I said 'penis' and 'fuck'. The last statement would clearly provoke a suspension. That was ok with me, now I'm free to cull my herb garden and baek a delicious caek.
I apologize for all the spelling errors and cruddy grammar in this post. But I have been at this cursed computer for 18 hours and spamming WoW for about 15 of those. My fingers are dead, my brain is dead, my legs are afflicted with DVT.
In closing: Doom upon my shoulders and a plague of boiling blood on all of you.
(Pic related: my troll/bank/lulz generator.)
P.S. Night elves are gay, squishies are gay, BC is gay, Naxx is gay, dailies are gay, rep farming is gay. The only good thing about WoW is /2 and fishing. That is all.