Friday, October 31, 2003
....
I fucking hate Halloween. It's such a waste of time. I could go off into a whole rant about the "holiday" and it's beginnings, but I'd rather skip it and just leave it at "Halloween Sucks."
I've never had a good halloween. My costume always sucked, for one. For another point, I was almost always sick when I was young. Fun night. Woo hoo.
And the trick or treaters have shown a startling decline in effort. Last year, all we go was a kid dressed in black with a swastica drawn on his forehead. I would have liked to punch him in the face, but I decided instead to pacify him with some candy to avoid an egging. Or, a burning. Any kid with a swastika on his face is likely to be up for some burning.
And this year, poor little Trent is too sick to enjoy his first halloween. This makes me very worried, I love him so much. Of course, I can't enjoy the day anyway because of all the SAT studying I have to do. I suppose I could go hang with Pawel, but I'm not in the mood. For anything. Ever. As stated before, I'm getting on my nerves, and I'd rather just watch the hours pass. Not that I enjoy it, of course, I just can't stop. I'm stuck, I can't seem to make myself happy. I know it's a personal thing, and if I try hard enough I should be able to make myself happy, but I can't. I just can't do happy right now. And I can't deal with myself.
So sorry, but trick or treat yourself. Up the ass.
....."evil twin" will no longer be accepted as a valid costume. Come on, at least a little effort! Put a sheet on!
Hmm....I have a modest proposal. To better keep with Druid traditions, instead of giving out candy, distribute babies. Or Baby dolls. Watch the reaction, it should be interesting.
Am I the "Scrooge" of Halloween? Does that make me anti-druid? Is that anti-anti-semmitist?
When putting razor blades in fruit, go with apples and other large items. Grapes do NOT work.
Sure, the terrorist attacks were a tragedy, but they opened up new doors. Now to freak out parents when they check the candy, all you have to do is throw a couple powdered donuts to the kid's bag.
Yup, still insane. Insane enough to be done with life yet too crazy to die.
Current Mood: This is the church, this is the steeple, open it up, and here's my middle finger. Now fuck off, wanker.
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I fucking hate Halloween. It's such a waste of time. I could go off into a whole rant about the "holiday" and it's beginnings, but I'd rather skip it and just leave it at "Halloween Sucks."
I've never had a good halloween. My costume always sucked, for one. For another point, I was almost always sick when I was young. Fun night. Woo hoo.
And the trick or treaters have shown a startling decline in effort. Last year, all we go was a kid dressed in black with a swastica drawn on his forehead. I would have liked to punch him in the face, but I decided instead to pacify him with some candy to avoid an egging. Or, a burning. Any kid with a swastika on his face is likely to be up for some burning.
And this year, poor little Trent is too sick to enjoy his first halloween. This makes me very worried, I love him so much. Of course, I can't enjoy the day anyway because of all the SAT studying I have to do. I suppose I could go hang with Pawel, but I'm not in the mood. For anything. Ever. As stated before, I'm getting on my nerves, and I'd rather just watch the hours pass. Not that I enjoy it, of course, I just can't stop. I'm stuck, I can't seem to make myself happy. I know it's a personal thing, and if I try hard enough I should be able to make myself happy, but I can't. I just can't do happy right now. And I can't deal with myself.
So sorry, but trick or treat yourself. Up the ass.
....."evil twin" will no longer be accepted as a valid costume. Come on, at least a little effort! Put a sheet on!
Hmm....I have a modest proposal. To better keep with Druid traditions, instead of giving out candy, distribute babies. Or Baby dolls. Watch the reaction, it should be interesting.
Am I the "Scrooge" of Halloween? Does that make me anti-druid? Is that anti-anti-semmitist?
When putting razor blades in fruit, go with apples and other large items. Grapes do NOT work.
Sure, the terrorist attacks were a tragedy, but they opened up new doors. Now to freak out parents when they check the candy, all you have to do is throw a couple powdered donuts to the kid's bag.
Yup, still insane. Insane enough to be done with life yet too crazy to die.
Current Mood: This is the church, this is the steeple, open it up, and here's my middle finger. Now fuck off, wanker.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
"What if this is as good as it gets?" -Jack Nicholson
*sigh* You know, I really don't like me. Me's been pissing me off of late. For one thing, I don't even think I really know the guy, yet he manages to make life a pain in the ass.
Who the hell am I?
I seriously have no clue anymore. On one hand, there's Eli the Wanderer. Care free, kind, and completely detached. Then, there's poor, pathetic little brooding Zeon. The one that hates everyone, everything, and himself. So which one is Tony?
...and then there's this soul prick running around. What an asshole, making me have feelings. Keeping little Zeon from being cold and little Eli from being passive. Someone's not being a team player in this situation.
And we've all met heart. Heart sucks the most, the biggest traitor. He sets up the stupid situations so that soul can waltz in with a chainsaw and cause more damage. In fact, Heart gives Soul the chainsaw.
Is this getting confusing? Good.
So now we're back to stage 1. WHO AM I? Which of the three? Wait, three? Who's the third? Why, Letto of course. A long mis-placed piece of this puzzle. Letto of course is the equally care free, but HAPPY, gamer. The part that can mask all other concerns and be completely happy with the obtaining of a new game card or two. For Letto, all problems vanish amid computer games, RPGs, and CCGs. AH, the happy geek.
So....WHICH ONE IS TONY? Which one does Tony want to be?
WHO THE HELL AM I?
Am I a good person?
Do I bring comfort to be able?
Am I worthy of love?
Or am I worthless?
Am I pathetic?
Am I WEAK?
Who am I? I'm so lost and confused....and lonely.
Am I selfish to seek an end at 27? Or simply decided?
Who am I?
Why must feeling always be pain? Why must Apathy feel empty?
Who am I?
I have to figure this out. I'm not giving up until I do. I don't know why I've bothered to write this here... perhaps it's comforting to know it's not inside anymore. Maybe I've let myself slip to the level where I shamelessly seek pity through subconscious rambling. Maybe...I should shut up now.
So...
....need a rant......
Ah, ok.
I
HATE
SOURKRAUT!
....yeah, ok. That sucked.
Lemme try again.
Are Ninja and Pirates really enemies? I mean, they have that coolness factor. You'd think that somewhere in history there would be one case of a Ninja hanging out with a pirate. You know, pillaging, causing chaos, killing... NinjaPirate stuff.
I bit my pillow yesterday. I fail to see what's so gay about it. I don't feel any more gay.
Note: Sharpening your Katana will get attention from parents....i.e. odd looks. I suggest you try it. They stop sleeping at night. It's funny.
Fliggity glocky padopilly fwoop diggle daggle fwromp.
Britney Spears and Madonna....why don't they just come out and say that they want to be porn stars? That's where this is going, anyway. Skip a few steps. Jeeze.
Current Mood: Detached
Current Mood: Empty
Current Mood: Happy
Current Mood: ARGH! WHICH ONE?
10-29-03
6:38 PM
Tony went insane.
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*sigh* You know, I really don't like me. Me's been pissing me off of late. For one thing, I don't even think I really know the guy, yet he manages to make life a pain in the ass.
Who the hell am I?
I seriously have no clue anymore. On one hand, there's Eli the Wanderer. Care free, kind, and completely detached. Then, there's poor, pathetic little brooding Zeon. The one that hates everyone, everything, and himself. So which one is Tony?
...and then there's this soul prick running around. What an asshole, making me have feelings. Keeping little Zeon from being cold and little Eli from being passive. Someone's not being a team player in this situation.
And we've all met heart. Heart sucks the most, the biggest traitor. He sets up the stupid situations so that soul can waltz in with a chainsaw and cause more damage. In fact, Heart gives Soul the chainsaw.
Is this getting confusing? Good.
So now we're back to stage 1. WHO AM I? Which of the three? Wait, three? Who's the third? Why, Letto of course. A long mis-placed piece of this puzzle. Letto of course is the equally care free, but HAPPY, gamer. The part that can mask all other concerns and be completely happy with the obtaining of a new game card or two. For Letto, all problems vanish amid computer games, RPGs, and CCGs. AH, the happy geek.
So....WHICH ONE IS TONY? Which one does Tony want to be?
WHO THE HELL AM I?
Am I a good person?
Do I bring comfort to be able?
Am I worthy of love?
Or am I worthless?
Am I pathetic?
Am I WEAK?
Who am I? I'm so lost and confused....and lonely.
Am I selfish to seek an end at 27? Or simply decided?
Who am I?
Why must feeling always be pain? Why must Apathy feel empty?
Who am I?
I have to figure this out. I'm not giving up until I do. I don't know why I've bothered to write this here... perhaps it's comforting to know it's not inside anymore. Maybe I've let myself slip to the level where I shamelessly seek pity through subconscious rambling. Maybe...I should shut up now.
So...
....need a rant......
Ah, ok.
I
HATE
SOURKRAUT!
....yeah, ok. That sucked.
Lemme try again.
Are Ninja and Pirates really enemies? I mean, they have that coolness factor. You'd think that somewhere in history there would be one case of a Ninja hanging out with a pirate. You know, pillaging, causing chaos, killing... NinjaPirate stuff.
I bit my pillow yesterday. I fail to see what's so gay about it. I don't feel any more gay.
Note: Sharpening your Katana will get attention from parents....i.e. odd looks. I suggest you try it. They stop sleeping at night. It's funny.
Fliggity glocky padopilly fwoop diggle daggle fwromp.
Britney Spears and Madonna....why don't they just come out and say that they want to be porn stars? That's where this is going, anyway. Skip a few steps. Jeeze.
Current Mood: Detached
Current Mood: Empty
Current Mood: Happy
Current Mood: ARGH! WHICH ONE?
10-29-03
6:38 PM
Tony went insane.
Saturday, October 25, 2003
The stamp on my hand: "Gun Owner."
Actually, it smudged, so: "Gum Oyster."
Yup, saw 10 years olds with Mac 10s at the machine gun shoot. So messed up, yet so very cool.
You know what? It's hard to be a wanderer.
Current Mood: Wanderlust, that it is.
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Actually, it smudged, so: "Gum Oyster."
Yup, saw 10 years olds with Mac 10s at the machine gun shoot. So messed up, yet so very cool.
You know what? It's hard to be a wanderer.
Current Mood: Wanderlust, that it is.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Life goal #19: Hug a member of Monty Python.
Status: Complete.
The show was awesome. I saw Eric Idle, live on stage. And it was great. He was hilarious, did skits and songs, and a little stand-up. Just totally freaking awesome.
Now, let the duel begin.
Boy in White: IT'S TIME TO DUEL!
Boy in Red: ....ok......
Soul: YOUR MOVE!
Heart: Why are you so freaking energetic? Isn't that my job? Sheesh.
Soul: GO!
Heart: Fine! Masaki, Attack mode! [Atk: 1100]
Soul: DARK MAGICIAN! ATTACK MODE! [Atk: 2500]
Heart: Aww...shit.
Seconds later....
Heart was banished to the shadow realm.
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Status: Complete.
The show was awesome. I saw Eric Idle, live on stage. And it was great. He was hilarious, did skits and songs, and a little stand-up. Just totally freaking awesome.
Now, let the duel begin.
Boy in White: IT'S TIME TO DUEL!
Boy in Red: ....ok......
Soul: YOUR MOVE!
Heart: Why are you so freaking energetic? Isn't that my job? Sheesh.
Soul: GO!
Heart: Fine! Masaki, Attack mode! [Atk: 1100]
Soul: DARK MAGICIAN! ATTACK MODE! [Atk: 2500]
Heart: Aww...shit.
Seconds later....
Heart was banished to the shadow realm.
Monday, October 20, 2003
Very, very busy. Need....sleep......(hugs still too).....and......drugs......
Current Mood: *groan*
COMING SOON: The battle continues! Duel between Heart and Soul!
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Current Mood: *groan*
COMING SOON: The battle continues! Duel between Heart and Soul!
Sunday, October 19, 2003
You know when you're out with your swords, practicing Batou-Juttsu, and you pull that little muscle in your forearm? Don't you hate that?
Man, that is hard to work into regular conversation.
The speech meet was awesome. I had a really good time. I learned a lot, and had a great day with some really cool people. (If I suck up enough, I may get money from one of them. Or at least more hugs. It's good to know my pleas are answered on occasion)
Now, onward to the one hundred line poem for Sister Marlene. Whoo! Great fun. I'd better get to work.
Current Mood: What's this strange feeling? Could it be I feel loved?
Heart: My Bad.
Soul: Me too, sorry b.
You guys are so fired. Definitley feeling a distrubing lack of evil. I better get on that.
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Man, that is hard to work into regular conversation.
The speech meet was awesome. I had a really good time. I learned a lot, and had a great day with some really cool people. (If I suck up enough, I may get money from one of them. Or at least more hugs. It's good to know my pleas are answered on occasion)
Now, onward to the one hundred line poem for Sister Marlene. Whoo! Great fun. I'd better get to work.
Current Mood: What's this strange feeling? Could it be I feel loved?
Heart: My Bad.
Soul: Me too, sorry b.
You guys are so fired. Definitley feeling a distrubing lack of evil. I better get on that.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Heading for a breakdown...but I'll hang in there. So tired.... Swords Came! So I'm filled with joy. The look really nice in my room. =)
Someone, anyone, just walk up to me and randomly give me hug. I won't hit you. Promise. It'd be a nice surprise. If you're a dude, and creepy about it, I may kill you later in your sleep. But I won't hit you.
Not much else to report.
Current Mood:
You are the Dark Magician! ATK/2500 DEF/2100
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Someone, anyone, just walk up to me and randomly give me hug. I won't hit you. Promise. It'd be a nice surprise. If you're a dude, and creepy about it, I may kill you later in your sleep. But I won't hit you.
Not much else to report.
Current Mood:
You are the Dark Magician! ATK/2500 DEF/2100
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Saturday, October 11, 2003
I have friends I don't deserve. I love you guys. I shall cherish you and defend you with every fiber of my being so long as breath inhabits my feeble frame. I needed this. I...
Boy in Red: I'm hungry! Feed me!
Tony: Oh, great. Another "Boy in [insert color here]. I'm getting sick of you guys.
Boy in Red:(weakly) please sir...
Tony: You want a peace of me too? Huh? (bashes in face)
Boy: AHH! (falls and bleeds)
Tony: Want some more? I'm ready this time. Boy in White was just a sucker-punching little bitch. I'm taking you out. (hits again)
Boy: AHH! NO! STOP IT!
Tony: Boy, you're not very tough, are you.
Boy: I'm Heart.
Tony: Figures. Let me guess, you're hungry and empty.
Heart: Yes, sir.
Tony: Well, guess I better... AHA! *stabs with katana*
Heart: AHHHHH!
Tony: hehehe....bleeding heart.
(Boy in White appears)
Soul: What's all this then?
Heart: Thank goodness, I....
Soul: (Punches Heart in face)
Heart: Oh! Why?
(Tony and Soul kick the crap out of Heart until he twitches in a pool of blood alone.)
(Tony and Soul shake hands)
Tony: Good teamwork, buddy. What do you want to do now?
Soul: Body's out on a Bawls run.
Tony: Sweet.
Heart: Bawls? No! I'll explode!
Tony and Soul: SHADDUP! *KICK*
Heart: ooff! (Out cold)
Tony and Soul: (High Five)
Is this self destruction, or self improvement through removal of the weak? Who cares, Bawls time.
Heart: NNOOOOOO! (POP)
Current Mood: Truly, I AM the luckiest boy in all the land. For I possess the greatest of treasures, 3 of them to be exact. Brilliant gems with everlasting luster, My heart goes to thee. What's left of it, anyway.
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Boy in Red: I'm hungry! Feed me!
Tony: Oh, great. Another "Boy in [insert color here]. I'm getting sick of you guys.
Boy in Red:(weakly) please sir...
Tony: You want a peace of me too? Huh? (bashes in face)
Boy: AHH! (falls and bleeds)
Tony: Want some more? I'm ready this time. Boy in White was just a sucker-punching little bitch. I'm taking you out. (hits again)
Boy: AHH! NO! STOP IT!
Tony: Boy, you're not very tough, are you.
Boy: I'm Heart.
Tony: Figures. Let me guess, you're hungry and empty.
Heart: Yes, sir.
Tony: Well, guess I better... AHA! *stabs with katana*
Heart: AHHHHH!
Tony: hehehe....bleeding heart.
(Boy in White appears)
Soul: What's all this then?
Heart: Thank goodness, I....
Soul: (Punches Heart in face)
Heart: Oh! Why?
(Tony and Soul kick the crap out of Heart until he twitches in a pool of blood alone.)
(Tony and Soul shake hands)
Tony: Good teamwork, buddy. What do you want to do now?
Soul: Body's out on a Bawls run.
Tony: Sweet.
Heart: Bawls? No! I'll explode!
Tony and Soul: SHADDUP! *KICK*
Heart: ooff! (Out cold)
Tony and Soul: (High Five)
Is this self destruction, or self improvement through removal of the weak? Who cares, Bawls time.
Heart: NNOOOOOO! (POP)
Current Mood: Truly, I AM the luckiest boy in all the land. For I possess the greatest of treasures, 3 of them to be exact. Brilliant gems with everlasting luster, My heart goes to thee. What's left of it, anyway.
Lotta love....
Mom: That hat looks so gay.
Tony: Wha?
Mom: That hat's rubbing off on you, now you're whining like a gay man.
Tony: Hey now....
Mom: If I tell you your room looks gay, will you clean it?
Tony: Nah, a gay room would be much neater. Maybe even a little feng shway.
Yup, lotta love. Apparently my mother thinks I'm gay now.
Young white male seeks female companion to keep up appearances around mother. Apply today.
Current Mood: Gay, I suppose. That's how anything I do is interpreted today anyway. May as well accept it. I hate you all.
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Mom: That hat looks so gay.
Tony: Wha?
Mom: That hat's rubbing off on you, now you're whining like a gay man.
Tony: Hey now....
Mom: If I tell you your room looks gay, will you clean it?
Tony: Nah, a gay room would be much neater. Maybe even a little feng shway.
Yup, lotta love. Apparently my mother thinks I'm gay now.
Young white male seeks female companion to keep up appearances around mother. Apply today.
Current Mood: Gay, I suppose. That's how anything I do is interpreted today anyway. May as well accept it. I hate you all.
Friday, October 10, 2003
My name is Anthony, confirmed under the name of Eli. I am a wanderer. More accuratley, I pine to be a wanderer; one who moves from place to place alone without lingering sentiment. I have tried to live my life carefully with honor and pride. Every time I falter, I curse my name and my aspirations; I chastise and despise every aspect of my being and hate all that I am.
I am not a happy man. However by no means am I a sad or desperate man. I simply exist from day to day with fleeting, temporal, and varying contentment. Where I intend to go and what I intend to do is a mystery to me. I only hope that wherever life takes me I can help all I come into contact with and not hurt too many people.
I write this as my apology. Despite my best intentions to bear this world's aches I find that a small few get nothing but my contempt. I try, but I can not help it. It is my nature. Despite the calm I strive to exhibit to all matters to the point of coldness, I am easily enraged by people of certain persuasions. Namely, the weak of mind and emotional fortitude. I find it so insulting to people with true sorrow when I see such people overdramatizing and reacting to petty things and worthless events, all pathetic and senseless. I am filled with loathing and anger when I think how ashamed such people should be about their grevious faults that they flaunt so proudly. Yet I cannot blame them. I can only blame myself, because I turn them away because I need to be a better person and I can't.
I push people away, and I am sorry. Take comfort in knowing that all actions have consequence and I shall peacefully walk to my grave alone when the time arises. This fate I have reserved for myself through my deeds and through my thoughts. I write this not to invoke pity. Another flaw to my nature is that I detest pity. I write this merely to explain to any that bother reading the reasoning behind any actions I make take in the future. Unlike the weak which I have renounced I boast no resolve for self destruction, only a choice of solitary wandering and lonely dispassion. I may seem aloof and cold. I may seem annoyed and reserved. I may even seem bitter. Let this be my apology. If you read this you either were seeking after bland amusement or searching for my thoughts and rationalizations. Here is the later, scroll for the former.
I post this for understanding. Please don't think me cruel or indifferent. I am reflective and purposeless, but I love you. If I know you, I love you in some way. I can say this becuase I can not look at any of the people I choose to associate with and not find something worthy of adoration. I'm no saint, if I hated anyone I would tell them to their face. I just can't help but see something good even in the people I choose to push away and avoid. You are all so wonderful. I am undeserving of the friends that I have. I have to wonder if I am of any value to any of you or if you're just too nice to toss me aside like I do to others. In any case, I thank you; and I apologize. Do not worry, do not pity, and do not think. Just please understand, I don't deserve any of this. It's all wrong. And that's why I push it all away. Forgive me if I do it to you.
Current mood: Pensive.
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I am not a happy man. However by no means am I a sad or desperate man. I simply exist from day to day with fleeting, temporal, and varying contentment. Where I intend to go and what I intend to do is a mystery to me. I only hope that wherever life takes me I can help all I come into contact with and not hurt too many people.
I write this as my apology. Despite my best intentions to bear this world's aches I find that a small few get nothing but my contempt. I try, but I can not help it. It is my nature. Despite the calm I strive to exhibit to all matters to the point of coldness, I am easily enraged by people of certain persuasions. Namely, the weak of mind and emotional fortitude. I find it so insulting to people with true sorrow when I see such people overdramatizing and reacting to petty things and worthless events, all pathetic and senseless. I am filled with loathing and anger when I think how ashamed such people should be about their grevious faults that they flaunt so proudly. Yet I cannot blame them. I can only blame myself, because I turn them away because I need to be a better person and I can't.
I push people away, and I am sorry. Take comfort in knowing that all actions have consequence and I shall peacefully walk to my grave alone when the time arises. This fate I have reserved for myself through my deeds and through my thoughts. I write this not to invoke pity. Another flaw to my nature is that I detest pity. I write this merely to explain to any that bother reading the reasoning behind any actions I make take in the future. Unlike the weak which I have renounced I boast no resolve for self destruction, only a choice of solitary wandering and lonely dispassion. I may seem aloof and cold. I may seem annoyed and reserved. I may even seem bitter. Let this be my apology. If you read this you either were seeking after bland amusement or searching for my thoughts and rationalizations. Here is the later, scroll for the former.
I post this for understanding. Please don't think me cruel or indifferent. I am reflective and purposeless, but I love you. If I know you, I love you in some way. I can say this becuase I can not look at any of the people I choose to associate with and not find something worthy of adoration. I'm no saint, if I hated anyone I would tell them to their face. I just can't help but see something good even in the people I choose to push away and avoid. You are all so wonderful. I am undeserving of the friends that I have. I have to wonder if I am of any value to any of you or if you're just too nice to toss me aside like I do to others. In any case, I thank you; and I apologize. Do not worry, do not pity, and do not think. Just please understand, I don't deserve any of this. It's all wrong. And that's why I push it all away. Forgive me if I do it to you.
Current mood: Pensive.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Something I forgot for the last post:
Current Mood: I'M THE LUCKIEST BOY IN ALL THE LAND! HAHA! I STILL NEED A COMA! *sob* I'm starved for love.......
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Current Mood: I'M THE LUCKIEST BOY IN ALL THE LAND! HAHA! I STILL NEED A COMA! *sob* I'm starved for love.......
So how is Tony? Where you really wondering? Were you? That's sweet. Tony is fine, doing very well for an empty shell of a weary man. But hey...
Boy in white: Hello, Anthony
Tony: Who are you? How did you get in here?
Boy in white: I have always been here, with you.
Tony: What? Who are you?
Boy in white: It is I, your soul.
Tony: Impossible! You don't exist!
Soul: But I do. You've only been keeping me buried, Anthony. The time has come for me to return.
Tony: But you're dead!
Soul: I'm a freaking soul. I can't die.
Tony: What about that time I sold you for yu-gi-oh cards?
Soul: Yeah, never do that again. You dumb-ass.
Tony: Hey, watch it. Or I'll...
Soul: Or you'll do what?
(Tony draws sword)
Tony: AHA!
Soul: You putz. I can't be killed with a sword.
(Tony stabs)
Tony: HA!
Soul: Well, I'll be damned. (dies)
Tony: VICTORY!
Soul: Guess who's back!
Tony: DAMMIT!
Soul: My turn, bitch! (Does Matrix style flight into Tony's body) Hahaha....
Tony: Crap...you're not leaving are you?
Soul: Not this time. Get used to it.
Tony: Fine... Let's go get some Yu-gi-oh cards.
Soul: Aight.
Sorry about that. I guess Tony has a soul again. Had to happen eventually I suppose. You all just wait until evil Tony gets back from vacation.
Peace my friends, know that you are loved. Or hated. Either way someone's thinking about you.
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Boy in white: Hello, Anthony
Tony: Who are you? How did you get in here?
Boy in white: I have always been here, with you.
Tony: What? Who are you?
Boy in white: It is I, your soul.
Tony: Impossible! You don't exist!
Soul: But I do. You've only been keeping me buried, Anthony. The time has come for me to return.
Tony: But you're dead!
Soul: I'm a freaking soul. I can't die.
Tony: What about that time I sold you for yu-gi-oh cards?
Soul: Yeah, never do that again. You dumb-ass.
Tony: Hey, watch it. Or I'll...
Soul: Or you'll do what?
(Tony draws sword)
Tony: AHA!
Soul: You putz. I can't be killed with a sword.
(Tony stabs)
Tony: HA!
Soul: Well, I'll be damned. (dies)
Tony: VICTORY!
Soul: Guess who's back!
Tony: DAMMIT!
Soul: My turn, bitch! (Does Matrix style flight into Tony's body) Hahaha....
Tony: Crap...you're not leaving are you?
Soul: Not this time. Get used to it.
Tony: Fine... Let's go get some Yu-gi-oh cards.
Soul: Aight.
Sorry about that. I guess Tony has a soul again. Had to happen eventually I suppose. You all just wait until evil Tony gets back from vacation.
Peace my friends, know that you are loved. Or hated. Either way someone's thinking about you.
The Chained Wanderer
A wanderer in chains
Such a sorry sight to see
To know that all remains
Is his yearning to be free.
His sword just out of reach,
Gathers dust upon the floor.
Dispair and utter lonliness
Fill his soul forever more.
So pity the heart with wanderlust filled
That lies broken on the floor
Shattered, scattered, mirrored shards
Of frozen tears from frozen core.
Forever cursed to search for diamonds
In a coal pile of intangible gearth.
Digging until his knuckles bleed
For dirt and lack of worth.
Until Finnally a brilliant shimmer shines
And protrudes his sooty eye.
A brilliant, beautiful, glowing hope
That for a thousand years sha'nt die.
He grasps it firmly and lifts it high, filled with pride and joy.
Returned to youthful happiness not felt since was a boy.
Smiling and laughing through blackened lungs, filled with merriment and mirth
Until the sharp, paralyzing crunch returns him to the Earth.
Wincing, looks at his bloody palm
To find more broken glass.
Shimmering crimson mockery
Of his hopes to be free at last.
So with heavy heart and tremendous strain,
He stoops down low and begins again.
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A wanderer in chains
Such a sorry sight to see
To know that all remains
Is his yearning to be free.
His sword just out of reach,
Gathers dust upon the floor.
Dispair and utter lonliness
Fill his soul forever more.
So pity the heart with wanderlust filled
That lies broken on the floor
Shattered, scattered, mirrored shards
Of frozen tears from frozen core.
Forever cursed to search for diamonds
In a coal pile of intangible gearth.
Digging until his knuckles bleed
For dirt and lack of worth.
Until Finnally a brilliant shimmer shines
And protrudes his sooty eye.
A brilliant, beautiful, glowing hope
That for a thousand years sha'nt die.
He grasps it firmly and lifts it high, filled with pride and joy.
Returned to youthful happiness not felt since was a boy.
Smiling and laughing through blackened lungs, filled with merriment and mirth
Until the sharp, paralyzing crunch returns him to the Earth.
Wincing, looks at his bloody palm
To find more broken glass.
Shimmering crimson mockery
Of his hopes to be free at last.
So with heavy heart and tremendous strain,
He stoops down low and begins again.
