yes yes indeed

i say i say i say i say i say             i say       i say    i say i say i say                       i say      i say i say        i say   i say i say i say        i say i say     i say     i say i say        i say i say...

i do proclaim!

see you later space cowboy

...i feel sick, like in my throat, and my stomach's hot...

i wanna lynch the innocent...

...i can hear space aliens and fire trucks floating by my window at 2:30 in the AM, what the fuck, can't a guy sleep in peace...damn aliens

and it was like shower time

and i was like BLAM bitch, get the soap                 and i was all like BOOM BOOM where's muh toof brush    and i was like JINGLE JANGLE get the clean towel           and eventually i'll be all glowy like and be like WHAM i'm fucking clean and i don't smell bad for this extended period of time nigga

well fuck you very much

i hear the words that are floating around, be careful who you tell. i'm just pissed that no one can come to me, well this is concluding that everything i hear IS in fact true, and not just trying to play off my paranoia. if that's the case, then fuck you guys b/c you're not friends of mine if you could just say shit like that and be so disrespectful, but if it's not the case, ignore this and go about your daily life...

i'm tired, i need a shower...

...and i can't stop thinking about your eyes.
everyone else, hey, i'm alive, i think i'm becoming a sort of vampire, i can't eat real food cuz it makes my stomach hurt and i sit constantly in a dark room, and i despise the sunlight. grrr. i'm gonna do laundry, i smell...so i'll prolly take a shower. and i'm pretty dizzy.

sweet merciful jesus

alright, i did this for a reason that will not be explained, and therefore, shut up. and i realize how horrible this will be translated, but i tried my best not knowing the language, sorry. but without further overdue, here it is. i feel dumb now.

Orange Puella

Puer uses suus scriptor tools fabrica lacuna de aliquis orange

Laniatus per membrana per mucro

Puer pictor talea permoveo super in a rabies

Experior expungo lacuna qui explico aliquis orange

A stipes intentus quod solvo memor aliquis orange

Pulsus lacertosus volito quod palpito

Sententia materia of pictor talea

No super luminare ivory incoho strenuus

Ut instar recubo simul ut audiunt barba

Leviter decido inter curvo auditor

Amor maculosus dilitatio quod concipio visum

Memor sulum umbra imago quod aliquis orange

Puer non solacium tamen reputo quomondo speciosus orange est

Sulum vicis puer fluo pictor talea

Per ligamen of orange, decido super umbra imago

Puer nunquam notus beatitas ut iam

Gaudium falsidicus condita instar of duos

the real english words

the other poem was in latin, here are the real words:

The Orange Girl

He uses his writer's tools to craft the words about something orange

Tearing through paper with a sharp point

And his painter's sticks flail in a fury

Trying to capture the words that explain something orange

A branch tensing and loosening remembering something orange

The beating muscle palpitates and quivers

And thoughts materialize of the painter's sticks

Floating over the luminous ivory that prickles up with bumps

As the figures lie together as they hear the whispers

Softly falling around the curves of the hearers

And the lover's freckles dilate and breathe in the sights

Remembering every shadowy image, and something orange

And he can't help but think how beautiful the color orange is

Every time he runs the painter's sticks

Through the strands of orange, that fall on the shadowy image

And he never knew a happiness like the one here

The happiness lying, making figures of the two

alas, the time has come to say...

i pretty much feel like a million bucks, and i totally like it. it's not often this happens, so just for the while i'm gonna sit back and enjoy it. and i really really really really have an overwhelming feeling of excitment...it's nice. and you're smacklebreee how about that. unless the word should change.

i don't like most people...

...and the reason is this: THEY STICK THEIR FUCKING NOSES IN BUSINESS THAT ISN'T THEIR'S, NOT TO MENTION STARTING AND SPREADING HEARSAY BULLSHIT THAT IS FUCKING ALSO MORE, NONE OF THEIR GOD DAMNED BUSINESS.
this has been another public posted blog by Tristan, he'll prolly tear your fucking throat out and eat your face

jesus!

it's 7 AM and i just got through with the second harry potter book, after finishing the first on Thursday...now I'm prolly gonna watch the second movie and start on the third book tomorrow after work, and hopefully finish it in a day...damn, I've become this huge loser...

son' bitch

yeah, i was surfing through this internet lately and noticed, that on facebook no one really updates their photo albums any more...by no one, i mean like brandi and matt and eric, i know there's new pictures you beeches, you should post so i could snag...DAMMIT

Hugo The Battle Sentinel Issue .1 (stole the idea from Eric)

He's saying NO

meet some more fuckers of mine, i mean friends

oh no, it's a sand person, better get some help...

ah, that's better, now that the danger is gone, i can introduce so more people...hopefully less dangerous than a tusken raider


Omega Red and Mr. Sinister guard my microwave

Cyclops, Black Panther & Angel all protect the popcorn...from the guardians of the microwave...

and Spider-Man swings around, trying to impress Matt who's obviously too busy, prolly looking a Elder Scrolls promo and featurettes on my computer b/c his internet sucks in his room...but alas my friends there is another...but i will make a blog within itself about that

Hugo the Sentinel

well, i'm tired of having friends with responsibility or girlfriends, or just other friends in general, so i built my own, his name is Hugo

there he is just chillin' out, near the phone, drinking a baja blast...

...and here he is using a urinal for the first time...

...then soon after, he had to do #2...but i made sure Hugo washed his hands...er...tentacles...?

...then we took some time to have fun and take some stupid pics...



...and it was time for bed, but Hugo insisted on telling Eric goodnight...

...but alas Eric was already asleep, b/c the schedule posted on his door, forgot to mention his bedtime...
so we came back to my room and decided to call it a night, and look forward to the next day full of adventure