 | I am not cool | Apr 14, 2007 |
 | return | Feb 3, '08 7:09 AM
for everyone |
I'm at your back door
with the earth of a hundred nations in my skin
you won't recognize me
for the light in my eyes is strange
it was years ago, god knows
when you strained to tell me your whole truth
that you were not mine to save
that you could not change
would it be enough to go by
if we could sail on the wind in the dark
cut those chains in the middle of the night
that had you pulled apart?
would it be enough to go by
if there's moonlight pulling the tide?
would it be enough to live on
if my love could keep you alive?
I've built a lot of castles
built a lot of blazing speed-of-light machines
but it doesn't matter, you know
they all crumble in the winds of change
so I turned back to breathing
I learned a few good reasons to cry
and I finally called home
praying you weren't out of range
so will you let me come in
the mosquitoes have found me
and they're crowding 'round my blood
at least offer me a drink
or a breaking of the ice
I'm wanting your anger
I only want to see if I can shake you out of sleep
and bring you out under this flooded sky
at any price... "I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away."
Celine (Before Sunrise) Everybody's parents fucked them up. Rich kids parents gave them too much. Poor kids, not enough. You know, too much attention, not enough attention. They either left them or they stuck around and taught them the wrong things. Four walls and no you Silence is so loud... | ABCD? | Jun 16, '07 6:06 AM
for everyone |
It's not A, do I love you
It's not B, do I love to hold you
It's not C, do I care for you
It's just D, all of the above
 | over it | Jun 15, '07 2:37 AM
for everyone |
"I'm over you asking me
When you know I'm not okay..."
Rising to the challenge Tough boys always appeal With a little bit of orange With a little bit of blue I'm gonna fix you up Bring out the best in you I'm going to empty myself out Hollowed of pride and alone Filled in with with myself The courage will be my own But still I falter Your hands know not my own It's not that my body is overlooked My soul is just unknown And I cry myself to sleep It should come as no surprise I've tailored myself to fit your needs Still I am unsung in your eyes  Sweet cinnamon, it'll be just fine
when you wake
you only have to take a few
you can chew, chew it down
just swallow it
Sweet sleepyhead
wake up
show me instead
your bottom
you toss so hard
just give me a, oh my god
don't strain your heart
it's not your heart it's mine
Dear heart of mine
listen close
let go of your dreams
and your childish things
you can't have it all
Romeo's gone back up
and all he sees are write-off taxes
and his armor is made out of faxes
there's no poetry in the 21st century
Love ain't for lovers anymore
love is a brand new compunction
Someone to talk to...?
Some other hell-bent dream, it's a fantasy ??
Love ain't for lovers anymore
Love does not live in our hearts
Love doesn't live in poetry in art
Love is shown to you on t.v.
It wears bikinis made by Gucci
 | Category: | Books | | Genre: | Comics & Graphic Novels | | Author: | Matt Chreniss |
I'm always a fan of Namor. This new Sub-Mariner project is a six-part series that will redefine Namor and the Atlanteans.
Plus yung artist (Michael Turner), gave justice to my all time favorite hero (hindi na sya mukhang tanga). So far, I have read 1-2. Not that boring, not that grand. But the art... it's visual poetry.
 I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
The best thing you ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
It's only life afterall
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shore
I went to the doctor
I went to the mountains
I looked to the children
I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to being fine
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance
He said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
Got my paper and I was free
I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity.
| Start: | Jun 30, '07 04:00a | | End: | Jul 1, '07 | | Location: | Batanes |
...Sa birthday ng nanay ko. We're going home... as in waaaaaay up there. | Category: | Books | | Genre: | Literature & Fiction | | Author: | Gregory Maguire |
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who among us is fairest of all?" she said.
Bianca straighted up and listened, as if the mirror might answer. If it did, it was in a pitch too cerebral or too hushed for Bianca to hear. In any event, Cesare either mocked his sister or echoed the mirror's answer when he said, "Well, it's not you, sister. It's that little mouse child, the daughter of our agent de Nevada. Doesn't that just make your Borgia blood boil. What'll you do about that?"
Forget anything that you’ve seen in the classic Disney films, this is no story filled with songs of happiness or swarms of wildlife scurrying about our victim. Gregory Maguire paints a masterpiece of political intrigue, sexual deviation, dark allegory and just a hint of the true malice behind such a figure as Lucrezia. Snow White and her seven dwarves become eight thus banding together with father, a useless cook, a bumble of a priest, a clumsy goose boy and a curious hunter to prove that even in this faerie tale, the good guys do win.
Maguire somehow manages to toss bits of biblical mythology into a real world where stories of unicorns, silvery branches full of Eden’s apples dance alongside Persephone’s persimmons and Machiavelli rues the day. This is a time of popes and dukes, sin and saints, where trinkets of the underworld, of Christ and the Garden of Eden alike seek to offer our heroine Bianca a way free from her horrible predicament. A simple looking glass seems to act as a portal between worlds while attracting the fascination of one mere mortal to her end.
Maguire takes us on an enjoyable journey full of twists and turns, beautiful imagery, unique plot development and an almost taboo story. In the end, it seems to all make sense and for once, the world can know by one man’s definition, what exactly was within that mirror.
The author of “Wicked” has done it again. Easy to read dictation however on occasion it took a few paragraphs to determine who the narrator of that particular chapter was. This bit of confusion is most certainly forgiven by such elegant descriptions of everyday items and actions. All in all, I would recommend it to adult readers with a bit of warning that it does include vivid and quite blunt, though not written in a crude tongue, descriptions of actions ranging from puberty to torture to sexual release and chastity or lack there of.
| Hey Kid | Jun 9, '07 3:24 AM
for everyone |
You dress yourself in sharkbites
You kill yourself in spoonfuls
You damn all the beehives
You make love to potholes
Your attention is a junkie
It has a wandering vien
And all of your thoughtlessness
Is dried up rain
Aint no lookin back, now---Is there kid?
You always look to the west
You throw caution to the wind
You're on a one way track
But you cant buy caution back---Can you kid?
"My jaw just dropped... unbelievably endearing, I must say..."
 | Category: | Books | | Genre: | Comics & Graphic Novels | | Author: | Brian Michael Bendis |
House of M was an eight-part comic book crossover storyline published by Marvel Comics in 2005. Written by Brian Michael Bendis, and illustrated by Olivier Coipel, its first issue debuted in June 2005, as a follow-up to the events of the Planet X and Avengers Disassembled storylines, in which the mutant superhero Scarlet Witch suffered a mental breakdown and tried to alter the fabric of reality to recreate her lost children. Scarlet Witch's father Magneto and her twin brother Quicksilver, played major roles in the series.
Bendis, lead writer for the House of M event, was quoted in the House of M #1 Director's Cut that the series would "shake the world and break the internet wide open". In addition to the main eight-issue limited series, House of M was heralded by being a lead-in arc in Excalibur #13-14, and had several tie-ins to ongoing series, including Uncanny X-Men, New X-Men: Academy X and Wolverine. (More information on tie-ins can be found below in the Comics in Series section of this article.) Prior to the event, Bendis also mentioned in several interviews that the event will have a lasting effect on the Marvel Universe, but remained tight-lipped as to what. The reduction of the mutant community was the only rumored effect that actually came about.
The crossover has been followed by a one-shot called House of M: Decimation - The Day After, a series called Son Of M which depicts Quicksilver dealing with his loss of powers and Generation M, which devoted each issue to a different mutant dealing with his/her loss of powers. Characters confirmed to star are Chamber, Jubilee, and Blob. Characters who lost their powers included Dani Moonstar, Magneto, Tag. The storyline also led to the reboot of Excalibur into New Excalibur, a shift in the creative teams of several comics, and the debut of several spinoff series, including X-Men: Deadly Genesis, X-Men: The 198 and Sentinel Squad O*N*E, and a new X-Factor series.
The epilogue to the "House of M" and "Decimation" storylines, which served to answer to the mystery of the strange "energy-cloud" hovering in orbit around the Earth at the conclusion of House of M #8, was revealed in the pages of New Avengers # 16-20. (See also The Collective.)
Unlike previous alternate timelines like Days of Future Past and Age of Apocalypse, the world of House of M is much the same as the mainstream universe.
In this world, Magneto was attacked by Sentinels over Manhattan in 1979 (taking advantage of Marvel's sliding timescale policy, there are no heroes active in the 1970s). At the end of the attack, Magneto revealed an alleged international anti-mutant conspiracy involving Richard M. Nixon. The main result of this was that Magneto was granted sovereignty of the island of Genosha as the leader of the world's mutants. Another result was that the protection of mutant life was judged to be the first worry of all laws (as a result, stem cell research on mutant embryos is illegal, but stem cell research on altered human embryos is permitted). Because of this, the world is a racist society, with mutants controlling governments, businesses and culture, and Humans (or "Sapiens") are looked down on as inferior. (essentially a reversal of the current status quo, where mutants are looked down on and despised instead).
Some exceptions apply to sapiens that live with privileges like Carol Danvers (Ms. Marvel) and Spider-Man. However, while Carol Danvers is widely known to be a sapien, Spider-Man is believed by the House of M world at large to be a mutant.
I hate you, I love you
Leave, please don't go away
Can't decide if I like your face
Or if I wish it would stray
You're a child but you're malicious
You're sweet but don't remember my name
And heads you win and tails I'm lost
And love equals pain
Inside my skin, I feel your tongue
Telling me I'm dirty and licking my bones
A surge against silence, a knife across a plate
Makes the sound of need on hate
You're amusing you're a real cool show
With your meat hooks and barbed wire carnival
You got glitter in your pocket
You got mothballs in your soul
From too many false teeth and greasy flash bulbs
I am drifting without an anchor
Through your ambigous region
A strange continent immune to all reason
And I'm flattered by your grey matter
I love you
I hate you
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!
You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.
You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin. "Open up my eager eyes....."
It's that time again, to face yourself, your world's come crashing down, on you
Don't make the same mistake again, and hold it in like you always do...
Just for tonight, let's take your past and put it all behind
And forget everything you've tried to hide
Cause all that doesn't matter anymore
Just close your eyes, and feel the air blow through your hair then hide
To let you choke to appreciate your life
For all the days you've wasted in the past
You need to make this moment last
Breath in, breath out, you've heard it all before
But nothing takes the pain away except the pain itself but its too painful to ignore
Stop your acting, your script's way too flawed
Go steal some new lines, for you to safely read off...
Just for tonight, let's take your past and put it all behind
And forget everything you've tried to hide
Cause all that doesn't matter anymore
Just close your eyes, and feel the air blow through your hair then hide
To let you choke to appreciate your life
For all the days you've wasted in the past
You need to make this moment last
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