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Posted by: TheZin
August is over. The age of love, life and adventure is indeed coming to a close. An epic span of moments that held moments of purity and love, lust and harmony, carnage and empathy is flipping through it's last frames as summer slowly spins to a halt. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. It's over. I have loved and lost. Pondered and become wise. Shrunk in both self-awareness and self-confidence. Everything is as it should be but without all the moral values held true by most of society what is to become of me?

Not a whole lot. As irony and life are determined to fuck me over I have been preparing counter-attack plan. After the last deadly assault by irony, in which I became it's bitch again and oozed irony-goo out of all orifices I do indeed not care any more. The burden of being a cool and normal person is much too much for me to bare and as such I've given up on trying to act or remain normal and sane. I've instead decided to start growing pickles under my bed and begun restoring a very old and worthless ceramic piece of Russian pottery.

I plead insanity and hope to be sentenced to boredom. School is just around the corner, for me this is true in both literal and theoretical ways. I haven't done anything to get ready and I like it this way. Onward to victory!

This has been another secret announcement - don't tell anyone!
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Admitting your stupidity is the first step to disguising it as charming immaturity.
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"Hello, hello" - said the gingerbread man.
With skin so prickly and an even tan.
"A cup of tea I give, I joke I spill.
Until, until I break your will."

With a song and some laughter,
you think you are safe.
You will think you are,
until it's too late.

"Come sit. Come play.
I ask no more.
Come rest, come stay.
You must love me,
ME! Me! Me! You must adore."

"I am alone and I am unique.
The only one in these parts, with a soul.
Nice and warm - won't you take a peek?
This is my home, here I was born."

His frozen lips and frozen eyes.
His lifeless face full of despise.
"Come in, sit down, this cold room is all mine.
Let me turn up the heat, let me make it just fine."

As you sizzle and fizzle, crackle and pop.
No more are you you, just another of the flock.
Brown and crispy. You feel all tan.
Another friend you must make, you're the gingerbread man.

25/07: Sometimes

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Posted by: TheZin
Sometimes, when they come, they leave you stranded on an island.
Sometimes, when they come, you feel empty inside it.
Sometimes, when they come, your mind can't take any more
and sometimes it's all you can take - when they take it all.

You can vent all you want and you can want all you need
but without them, you'll never reach those skies,
you won't know what you need.
Those limits, those borders you can't cross without their help.
But you know that you must and you know that you will.
You know you can't help it and you can feel you want it.
You crave it and wish it and surely break without it.

It's a never ending wait for the ever closing gate but
once you have your friends, you will find the lock and you will
find the gate. Your love is right behind it, just waiting for the key
and once you get across you will finally feel free.

But the journey is what matters and anything before,
will always remain there, just behind that door.
Haunting you and wishing for you to come back for more.
Just lingering and hoping for the final encore.

The game isn't over, even when the fat lady sings.
The demons find their horns and the angels get their wings.
It keeps finding your lust and your hopes and your dreams.
I know I'll never win, at least that's the way it seems.

All I want is to be free,
it's desperate, I know.
But I hope I'll know it.
Learn it .. before I must go.



No.

25/11: Nice Guy

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Posted by: TheZin
This IS in song form in my head,
so reading it as a poem MAY fail you.

He gives you roses and money
and he calls you his honey
and he's awfully funny and true.
He's the guy none adore, but you.

He's a nice guy,
such a nice guy.

No class, no style
but what eyes, what a smile.
Melts away and breaks any heart of coal,
Nice until the day he's dead and cold.

He's a nice guy,
such a nice guy,
He's a nice guy,
if only you knew why.

He's a nice guy without hidden plans.
If all else fails, he can
still come through for you.

He's a nice guy,
such a nice guy.
Any problems he has,
to you, he confides.

*Guitar solo and random 'mmm's and 'aahh's.*

He's not romantic any more,
doesn't show up at your door,
Haven't seen his flowers in ages,
Why, in flirting, with strangers, he engages.
(who knows)

All you know is:
He was a nice guy,
such a nice guy.
Romantic dinners with candles and wine,
Guess you've lost your sparkle,
he has lost his shine.

But overall
and after all is said and done.
He's a nice guy,
such a nice guy.

24/11: Styrofoam

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Posted by: TheZin
(Hum to a slowish type of tune)
(Four seconds to read the first line in the speed I'm imaging it.)

Styrofoam faces, all over the board walk.
Touch them and they fall to pieces.
Surgically crafted, highlighted with chalk.
From aunts, to mothers, to sisters, to nieces.

Surgery rules our everyday lives.
What's nice and pretty,
what to hate, to despise.
The TV box is just full of lies.
What do you want to see in your wives?

My nose is too nosy! After chemo, I'll need a wig.
Does this dress make my ass look too big?

No honey, your nose is fine and I don't worry about my hairline.
And that dress is just fine, don't worry. It I can dig.
It's your ass that makes your ass look too big.

11/09: Arty

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Posted by: TheZin
Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain

Smells like Teen Spirit in .. 30 or 40-year olds.
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Dr. Tran!

'nuff said.