Rubbish

dinosaurs roamed the earth before i was born. it was fun when i was a monkey. did you know that yahtzee is a game of chance? is it? i thought i was going bonkers. well i was. but thats beside the point, read between the lines. the zoo let out the road kill. is a furnace something i put in my living room? my mother told me to pick the very best one, and cross my heart and hope to die. it seems like it belongs at the beach. that fred flinstone is quite a character. i remember one time i went outside and there i was. it was so cool, that ice cream cone i had. if it wasnt right then would i be the left? okay dokay little hokay pokay. herra herra shula poola. A little voodoo for the faint of heart. now chickens blood is drained from a redneck. the spell says that i need your tongue. give it up! i need your tippy toes! the bat fangs i obtained last night are sharp. fire and brimstone can make me a steaming pile of turkish royals. that plant that is out there in the forest told me a secret "i see dead people." i said "dead people? then who are you talking to?" it told me that if i wanted to eat the magic mushrooms it would tell me more. so i did. but i didnt see the plant anymore, instead there was a fairy princess that took me to the castle of the forest and we had dinner with the king and all the fairies and elves were there to show me the last unicorn. that was until HE showed up.

In my room lyrics ICP HELLS PIT

two forty five and the bell went off thank god
many people think im odd
but i talk to no one and i walk alone
and i avoid sunlight with a chalky tone
i get home and dont say hi there aint no one there i dont care
walk in and go right up the stairs
to my room get in bed and just wait for dark
cuz thats when the real show starts
tap tap on my glass go the piece of ass
so young and pretty its too bad she passed
But she comes to my room and we talk at night
She’s demonic and bloody but she holds me tight
In my bedroom, with her, I’m never alone
And I kiss her cold lips until the morning comes
Then she’s gone, I can still hear her voice loom
But she only exists in the dark of my room

THATS A wRAP!

The post is a ghost/ if it show im a host/ ima brag and ill boast/ on how i control/
yo the main fact of /the ectoplazum/ whoever haz em/ is extremely dumb/
so the haunting in conneticut/ is so completly full of it/ the director must be new to it/
if u dont like it u do it/
thankz ima have to take you up on that/ill get a camera even act/ the sets u used are freakin phat/ but the plot u got is freakin whack

everything and time

dead bodies are everywhere. they are littering the streets, hanging out of delapitated buildings, floating in swimming pools, stinking up houses, laying on desks at school, fallen into the freezers at grocery stores, still burning from bon fires, and piled up in churches. It is like they all died at once and it just happened.
i woke up, and it was like this. not even five minutes ago i noticed the devestion looking out of my bedroom window, which faces the street. there were buildings on fire where cars crashed into them. Horns and sirens, with alarms still blaring. there was no other sounds then that, and the burning flesh of the victims. why did this happen? how did it happen? why not me? if im the only one left, why should i still be alive?
i walked outside and screamed "Hello! is anyone still alive!? does anyone need help!? Hello!....." there was no answer, but i still tried only in vain.
hours, or was it days?, later i still roamed the streets looking for anyone who survived like me. the sky was black with smoke so i relied on my wrist watch to tell the time. with all the bodies i seen the panic was setting in. was i really the only one still breathing?
a couple on a park bench had died holding hands. i was full of despair knowing i would never feel love again. A fury was boiling inside of me. THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!
i started beating the guts out of the couple, and out of all the bodies i seen, throwing the corpses around, busting heads open and leaving the blood leaking into the streets.
i took a police car and raced down empty streets full speed with the lights on the rooftop rolling red and blue. hanging out of the window with a shotgun that was in the car i started popping off rounds into windows and cars, buildings and people. i ran over the bodies that lied in the streets. the thumping sound as i went over them made me cringe at the brutality, but i was the law now i have the authority to do as i please.
I am legend had nothing on me, atleast there were the zombies to play around with i literally have no one.........well, except for my dead bodies.
who knows how long i will be alone? when will I die? not a soul was left, the animals are dead too, plants are wilted, and the only thing i have is canned food to last. the world is too big for me to make it my own, but where i live will be mine. planes and helicopters, boats and cars still work. the world is my land, and i'll reap what i sew. maybe frankenstein had it right. who knows maybe i can play God. It's worth a try because all i have now is time.

what the hellll

I am blocked. like a rock outta stock of the pop and the lock is broken off but still a sign that said stop. so what i mean whut? bleeding neck sew it up. u make me sick throw it up im crazy im a nut, but..... i gotta do it cuz its gotta be done set it off like a gun heard the shot and i run, across the finish line confetti cuz i won, though i gotta stay on track like bein on a tredmil, focus where im at just be a burning windmil, i dont even know what the hell im tryin to do here

the ceremony

Welcome to your departure from life. I will be your guide into the world of beyond. Follow me as we go through the stages of preparation, until your final interment. Here at the Underground Living Mortuaries we will take the finest care of you. No need to worry, this is what we’ll die for.
Will the family of the deceased please come forward? I know this is a hard time for you with such an unfortunate tragedy that has happened, but I am here to help in any way that I can. We do need to know what kind of service will be preformed. We cater to many religions from Catholic to Buddha - Krishna to Christ, and each religion has certain beliefs associated with their funeral procession. As the Buddhists do, they will ask for their loved one’s hands to be placed in the prayer position, so as the friends and family members can come up and set prayer beads on top (Sloan). If you know of a priest that will perform the service, a time and day will be set, and if you like we can either do it here at the funeral home, in your church, or even at your house.
Flowers can be arranged by us, but if you have a shop in mind I will leave it in your hands. Same as the obituary notices, we used to call the newspapers and set it up, but more often than not the families thought it was easier to do it themselves because they can decide what to write (Sloan). Now, when we receive the body how would you like it prepared?
GUEST BOOK JOURNAL ENTRY:
The family wanted the body to be placed in a casket and dressed in a suit that they will provide. I told them that it was fine, but I really thought that cremating the body would be less expensive. For me, I know that the body burns at sixteen hundred degrees for two and a half hours, maybe they know that too and that’s why they don’t want the remains destroyed (Sloan)?
GUEST BOOK JOURNAL ENTRY CONTINUED, NEW ENTRY:
We just brought back the body from the morgue, and now it is laying on the stretcher waiting for preparation. It is in fine condition there will be no need to restore this one, just embalm.
I do know about swelling and blistering when a body is left for days until it is found (Sloan). Sometimes it is so bad that we ask the family if they would like a closed casket. Of course with other bodies we receive we do the best we can with restorative wax, prosthetic limbs, and liquid dies (Sloan).
Luckily we did not have to wait for the family to decide what to do with the remains, so no refrigeration was involved. If twenty four hours were to elapse without embalming, then state law requires us to refrigerate the body (BLS P. 5).
GUEST BOOK JOURNAL, NEW ENTRY:
We received the clothing for the body from the family, and I have to say he had great taste. The suit they provided is a lot better than the clothes we would have given him (Sloan). All I need to do is fix his hair and place him in the coffin. Even, the casket they have chosen is superb. From the least expensive, which is around two hundred dollars that is pretty much a pine box, to the highest priced casket with gold accents that can be up to twelve hundred dollars, the one they have chosen is very tasteful (Slo

THEE OG YA C

Go to blogger and play it like frogger
where you can get squashed by a semi truckin logger
set up blogs like bikes or hogs
out in front of a biker bar run by Hoss
and his sauce for Bar-B-Q is known around
but the secret is....Shhh the low down is
its body parts from pigs or law enforcement
the man is doing this for your enjoyment
so you can see that it doesnt stop me any
its the turn of the century so here is my penny
take a look at the date its two double O nine
and its about time that we started to climb

TALKING GHOSTS

How many people believe in ghosts? The fact is that I believe them to be true.

I do watch too many scary movies to warp my brain, but those are just movies. I also watch the show ghost hunters like it was a necessity. The show brings a lot of evidence to support the paranormal, as in they show REAL GHOSTS. Some sceptics will say that it is not real that even the hosts of the show are making it up, that they are tampering with material to make it "seem" like the activity really happened. Well, I happen to believe that the evidence shown is legit. What does my opinion matter? I dont know, but I know I am a lot more logical and ground minded to see that some stuff is whack, and some stuff is for real. So, my opinion matters to me.

I see things the way I would want people to see them. A lot of people just have a skewed perception of it, and I would hope that people could see how simple everything is.

Ghosts:
Dont ask me how they get here or why they are here because I haven't sat down and talked with one. But, I do know when they appear what they are and how they act.
Ghosts are pretty much manipulated energy. Some intelligent ghosts (and they can be) are like souls or the thing that makes a living being ACTUALLY BE alive. Because what is the energy that makes a person be ON like a robot? or ON like a television set? Whatever that is, that is what a ghost is like. I dont know it to be true, I am just forming a theory, but it sounds good.
There are ghosts that will be at the same place, same time, all the time, and those are ghosts that dont even know they are there. They are like a record player playing over and over. I think that is just trapped energy in the planes of its surrounding.
Even the different planes is a new concept I am working on. I think its like a window that a ghost can reflect on. Thats why people would see ghosts because every image is color reflecting light, and since a window shows reflections a ghost could use the planes to show itself. Weird, I know.
Sounds are different vibrations in the air. Since ghosts can manipulate the air of its surroundings (pullings energy and even moisture) I am sure it can use it to send sounds. Even the phenomenon called Electronic Voice Phenomena or EVP is sounds created from a ghost, spirit, or entity that is captured on a voice recorder that is not heard by human ear. I think they use the tape recorder as a sort of voice box since they dont have one. The ghosts are like a floating MIND, get that A mind, because how does your mind work? besides the psychological explaination, the actual spark that controls it? well that sends a message to your vocal cords to create speech. I think thats what ghosts do.
Crazyness ghost otrocities. There is a bunch of stuff that researchers are working on everyday. I might sound crazy, but I want to be one. I want to talk to a ghost. WHAT! YEAH Its like GHOST TALK on 100 six feet under. With your Ghost host with the most THE BLOOD RED C.........

Nothingness

The danger involved is not hard to solve above all befall the stoic rights
no dark no light inside insight the site is right confide the might

A RANT

A rock. It's round, it's hard, it's made of certain elements. What does it do? What is it's purpose? What has it been known to do? One thing is for certain: Don't throw stones if you live in a glass house. It can break windows and if you do not have any money it can be a hassle if you need to replace the broken glass. Of course you could probably put like a plastic bag or something over the opening, but then when it is windy you get the bag rustling and moving around, and if you dont put enough tape it can come off or you'll get air coming in through the hole. And if you have kids they can come in an start poking at it. Then you'll have to replace the bag again. And bottom line is that rocks are not there for fun. They are serious business, and if you don't have a liscence to operate one maybe you should get it.

Nothing Imagined

Wizards, and magic, cloaks and daggers, elves, dragons. A mystical realm of sorcery. Taken to a place where the kings rule the land, and knights in their armor control the kingdom.

There was a young wizard who was called Justin. And this wizard was unlike the rest of magicians in the community. This wizard was no wizard at all.

Inside a dark carven is a creature so vile and evil the name of which can not be spoken. Those who know of him say "Hmmf..." when speaking of this menace.

One day the boy wizard was off in an adventure through the forest, and comes along a dark section of woods where he knows he should not go. But, being a nieve little boy he decides he will humor the curiosity that infests him.

Gnawing on a the back bone of a former brave knight the one known as "Hmmf" senses someone in his lair.

"WHO DARES ENTER MY CAVERN!" says the beast

"It-it-it is I Justin of the Wizard Community."

Hmmf snickers at the absurdity of the situation. "BOY," he says, "Do you know what you have gotten yourself into?"

"W-w-what?"

"IT IS TEA TIME! Would you like to have some?"

So the boy wizard and the one known as Hmmf have a nice cup of tea while telling each other of their histories.

How many people actually sit down and play a game with their family and friends? There are new electronic video games, music players, and laptops, but what happened to the days of spending time with one another and playing Dominoes? The truth is, most people do not know how to play Dominoes. With only a few basic steps it is not that hard to play.
One step is to know the dominoes.
There are twenty eight dominoes in a set. Each domino has two numbers on it. The numbers range from zero to six. The first domino starts at zero-zero, then zero-one, zero-two, all the way up to zero-six. It starts again with one-one, one-two, and so on. This pattern goes all the way up to the double six with no repeating pairs. Know this helps when the game is played.
Second step is learning the rules, and how to play the game.
The dominoes are laid face down on a table, and shuffled. Each player gets seven dominoes from the pile. The players look at their own dominoes, and the one with the double six goes first and puts it on the table. If no on has the double six, then the next available double is put into play.
The first double is placed on its side, parallel to the width of the table, to show that both numbers are to be counted together. In the case of the double six, it would be twelve.
The next player will have to put down a number that matches the sixes, like a six-three. The sixes are connected and the outside numbers are added together, so in this case it would be the double six, which is twelve, and the three, which sums up to fifteen (scoring will be mentioned later).
If another player puts down a six, the outside number on that domino and the three will be counted but not the double six. Since the double six was the first double to be put down, though, the sides that are sticking out can have the dominoes connected to them. This domino is known as the spinner, and all four sides can be used.
There might come a time when the player does not have a domino that matches any of the ones that are on the table, so in this case it is necessary to pull from the pile. If the domino that is taken does not match still, then another domino is pulled. Until a player has a matching domino he will continue to pull from the pile.
The next step is scoring.
Points in this came are counted when the outside numbers, or ends, add up to any multiple of five. To have his numbers added on the score board, a piece of paper, the player has to get ten points to start accumulating points. Depending on how long the players want to play the set goal may vary. Usually five hundred points is considered a long game.
When a player runs out of dominoes in his hand it is called “Domino!” All of the remaining numbers from the other players hands are added up then rounded to the nearest five or ten. That score is added to his points, if he is not on the board the points do not count. Also, when a new hand is dealt the player that won the last round goes first, and can put down any domino he has. If he has a six-four, then he would score ten points.
The object of the game is to not only get the most points, but it is to spend quality time with lived ones. Even if there are losers, it is only a game and it was meant for players to have fun. Everybody is a winner in this game. So, break away from digital entertainment, and take it back to the old school with Dominoes!

title for process essay

I dont know what I should call my essay. It has to do with dominoes, so what should I say? I did not take about bones, the other name for the dominoes, so I dont want to say anything about that because it wont relate. But, I did put something about old shool. skizzle weezy. so what should I put like that.
I was thinking about putting something like Learn the old school way. the way of the oldies, the old ways to play, play it old school (i shouldn't put learn huh?),
play it old school. that sounds cool. yup that's it.

For the love or money

The best thing in life is not money. The best thing in life is love. Can you believe a man would be saying that? Through all my life experiences I have come to find out that the more love you show in your life, or recieve, the more meaningful your life would be.
You can't take it with you.
All the money that you would obtain in a lifetime does not mean one thing if your dead. You can't use it to get into heaven, you cant use it to get out of hell. Money on Earth is really only good for meeting a human's survival needs.
It can't buy you love.
Any female that gets with a man because he has money is not attracted to the man they are attracted to his funds. That is pretty much the womans job, in this case, to be with the man, only so that she can use his money and go out and spend it. It should not take any money for a woman to love you. Romantic is something out of nature, so if you take her on a moonlit walk, or a candlelit dinner, it means more to her that your willing to take the time for her than to just buy her stuff.
Do what you like.
Love does not necessarily mean a man and a woman, it could also consist of a man and his job. If a man hates his job, but he does it just for the money, then he shouldn't do it. He will then waste his life in an occupation of hatred where for days and days, years to years, he will live in anger because this is not what he wants to do. If what you really want to do makes a lot of money do it. If it doesnt make a lot of money, but it makes you happy, and you have to make sacrafices of your life style, well see how you want to live your life. Dont say anything is terrible because it's your decision.
It's not how many breathes you take in a lifetime, it's the moments that take your breathe away.

DeVeStAtInG

wicked like the depths of a well. whats that smell?
follow the blood along a path of a trail
when you get to the end, hes already dead
thats his end. could there be anymore said?
hearing the sirens and lights flashing on the wall
im checking his skull, oh no i got blood on my palm
i wipe it on my shirt. what ended his life?
the cops come in, and i'm holding a knife

RUFF drapht S say

Get the door its pizza! From inside the freezer, pulled from its icy clutches, is a container of sacred food known as pizza. The box is nothing more than decorated wrapping, but it is the frozen treat that will warm the beholders hungry stomach. The frozen freezer pizza is a delicious way of being fed.
The eyes of a hungry man glaze over as he reads the box for instructions. He knows after the appropriate amount of time he will get to enjoy what he has been waiting for. So, he turns the dial on the oven, beeps the oven door, and slides in the pizza. It is only a matter of minutes until it is ready to be consumed.
The expression is a watched pot never boils, but this is pizza and it can be viewed creating a masterpiece. Slowly at first the frozen solid starts to loosen as the waves of heat surrounds it. The cheese forms a gooey surface over the top of the pie. The pepperonis glisten from their oils as they are being cooked. The crust expands and rises to complete the appearance of a fully cooked pizza. Then suddenly out of nowhere the pulsing beeps of the timer goes off, and it is ready.
Oven mitt in hand, as the door to the oven opens this rush of heat feels like a slap on the skin of the face. Placing the pizza on the stove, and seeing it fully cooked, makes a stomach rumble. After slicing it into pieces and placing a couple on a plate it is now ready to eat.
A hot slice of pizza makes a mouth water, especially, to cover up the burn when it is eaten too quickly. The savory taste cannot be explained in words, only visually, and it would look like glorious fireworks lighting up a mid-summer night’s sky in an assortment of various colors. The pizza tastes so good it can make a tear come out of one eye, or maybe because it is still hot and burns the mouth.
The pizza was fantastic. The frozen freezer pepperoni pizza hits the spot of a hungry stomach. Maybe next time it might be a vegetarian pizza or it could be an all meat pizza. Whatever the fridge is filled with could be chow for the next time there is a need for pizza.

BLOG on a log

tha blog like a frog sits on a log in smog. In the beginning of the semester it starts off a polliwog. then it begins to grow slow; an avalanche with snow. so here we go. yo this English class is on a roll.