“There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.”
Monthly Archives: December 2012
He loves you. He loves us
Scatter the confetti, fire up the cannons Put on the lovely jackets and hoodies It's a very cold night tonight And I'm glad you're with me Share the bubbling iced tea Twist forks with radioactive spaghetti I'm having a wonderful night tonight And I'm glad you're with me Get off the fire place A jolly good man's coming from above He has these presents for me And I'm sure He has ones for you, too Even though snow doesn't come here Even though sleigh bells won't ring I know Someone who has love for everywho And I'm sure He does love you, too
People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
We Killed Four Canaries.
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A blue lad was in his blue house, at a blue country. He was in love (*vomit*) for at least four moons with the orange lass. An orange lass, in her orange home, surrounded by orange grass.
Human beings, like plants, grow in the soil of acceptance, not in the atmosphere of rejection.
You suck, don’t you?
Let me tell you the story of the fog that wept for the smoke for they couldn’t go together as their amalgamation would destroy everyone near them, according to her. The smog.
The fog was very kind, and forgiving. The smoke was all except warmhearted. She did not care for the fog, for she has other substances to linger with, like the clouds that were higher, and stronger than the feeble fog.
She made the fog cold, too. Her ignorance towards the feelings for fog made him mad. and by mad, I mean crazy for he could not get mad at anyone, especially her. The fog did not blame her for what happened. He simply could not. Or was it that simple? The fog wishes it was. But fate intervened and made it worse.
Sad and weak, the fog went up to the mountains to linger. He wept, like a cloud, but could not. He instead condensed to a river, even if it was scientifically unproven. He defied science, that’s how special he is. Was, I mean. That’s how special he was. To think that the smoke shrugged of the smog they had for a long time… It’s priceless. He——he.
A river that does not flow, instead it grows. Grows larger and larger by the minute, by the second. Maybe that’s how he cries. The embodiment of sadness as witnessed by the clouds, the mountains, and the b-word smoke.
The sun did not want his light be translucent as it passes through the sad river. It shone brighter and made its nuclear reactions faster. The heat of the glowing ball of hot gas vaporized the fog, the river, the sadness. It was gone. He was gone. At last.
As we’ve known in the water cycle, no water is lost on Earth. The fog, the river, the sadness finally became a cloud, the bed of liquids that the b-word smoke adored. She still did not love him. Why? Because he has changed so much that she could not even figure out who or what this thing is. That’s how unforgiving she is. She sucks. That’s how she ends the story of the fog. Yep, she ended it, and not the fog. That’s how intervening she is. She sucks. She couldn’t realize that she made him like that. That’s how close-minded she is. She sucks. I hope you’re not like her. I hope you don’t suck, do you?