Spring Break

The end of spring break is approaching. School is about to start, and my brain can finally turn back on. See during the last two weeks of a term and about a week after one, my brain turns to mush. I get irritated and continueally forget things. icall it the endoftermititus, where a sickness is created by having stress thrown at you, like many different mangonels gigantic projectiles being hurled mercilessly at the unsuspecting bystander creating mass overkill and cronal stimuli implosion.

For someone like me, the suggestion i give to teachers/professor/masochists is to allow your students/slaves to take their finals sometimes during the five week and their midterms around the second week. Also to not schedule the finals on the same week. This would allow greater exploration of a subject without relying on the grossly inaccurate "final" score. All scores should be strictly based on precipitation during class and not on the work turned in or so-called "comprehensive exams".

I would not be surprised if that all proto-terorists groups created around the Hlenic Age of Greece formed a coalition discribing what they would do to the world and the first thing they voted unanimnously on was comprehensive exams to all students, with no notes.

Now during the evolution of the academic principles one can see the changes made in these tests.

For examples multiple choice tests. They fool the unsuspecting student in believe the odds that if the multiple choice question has five possible answers he/she/it has a one in five percent chance of getting the right question...wrong. Multiple choice questions are the worse type of tests. Instead of having one possible answer their are five remotely right answers and the answers is determined by the professor using one of the following possibilities: His/Her/Its point of view, race, creed, religion, moral upbringing, childhood, moreys, code of honor, code of dishonor, hatred for students, masochistic tendencies, bordom, or just plain being one sick son of a bitch.

Now stating this, i know that i am about to embark on another roller-coaster of brain deteriation.So i wish me luck(for i am going to need it) as i try to fight my way through this system of catch and release known as college.(Any other sadistics people making the motions through college, i wish you luck as well.)

Thomas

So i just finished playing shooters and ladders. I had five shoots of skyy citrus, and i am definately a lite qweight. i am not spelling correctly, but that is okay. i jaut wanted everyone to know that vodka is m,uch qworse than car bombs. go irish car boms. yeah.

The Insultabit

Kevin has given us the challenge of an insultabit. If you do not know what that is, go to kevin's blog www.candybomb.blogspot.com and read mroe on it. Without any further ado, here is mine.

you Argentinian bastard, coned detrophiliac, elephant-faced guzzling homogenous idget. You jackass Killroy. You lesbian munching nagging orpheus prepubescent quoter, rrotting shit turd-burgler underdog. Velomptuous, wailing, xenocidal youth, zorro-loving asshole. You buggering cum drizzling, euphamistic farce. You goat humping, icequeen.You jizz kypingloser. You meandering nag. You o-smiling, pussey, queasy right-winged sooey. Uber-vixen, whining xeroxing yankee. You zero agememnon. You bitching climactal dog. You euthanisied forced groan hussy, iced jarred kissass. You libertine maiming narled oprah...


So there. beat that.

and yeah, no charge.

Thomas

These are some poems that i wrote recently. they are not very good, but i thought people would like to see them. enjoy.

Love
(to Ellaine, the love of my life. i don't always show it, but i love and care for you more than anything else in the entire world. i love you.)

Always fleeing farther down
Leaving all trace behind
Beautiful and perfect She is

Catching an eel, slick and fast.
Hold on tight to it
Wonderful and delighting

Having is not keeping though
Can be lost forever
Cherish and care for Perfect

Missing out on happiness
Hours go, emptiness
As your life passing me by.



Sounds of Life
tweet. tweet.
Honk. “Hey Asshole”
“Fuck you.” “No. Fuck you”
Cars wizzing, zooming, crashing.
“That’s it now stretch your buttocks.
And Left, and Right, and…”
What we really need is
“Sex. That’s all he ever thinks about.”
“Sex. That’s all she ever thinks about.”
“Like, whatever. And he was like, ‘Hey Babe.’”
waaa. waaa. “Is he teething?”
“No, I’m fine. She really wasn’t worth it.”
“What a loser. Can you believe he cried?”
Cars wizzing, zooming, crashing.
Life moving by, never stopping, never changing
Sex. Violence.
tweet. tweet.


Asleep

Lying here,
Thinking
Death
Comes now
But, sleep…no
Sheep

Pillows biting
Gnawing, yawning.
No. Put my earmuffs on the cookie
I love you.

Hate filled ecstacy
Deflowering young mammalians with
Nomincalture and symbolism shows us
The epistemology of “cunt” used in

Whats an SOB?
The Godafather will see you

Sheep
But, sleep…no
Comes now
Death
Thinking
Lying here,

Never.


The Truth of Our Culture

Culture, this we ALL live in, is worthless
Always trying, completing not, using
Other peoples HARD EARNINGS but not
Like how and when or why things are: Useless

Knowing and growing knowledge escapes us
LIES, theft, honoring no one, lives mean naught
T.V. tells us to think. 451. CAUGHT
Cheaters always prosper. People fight. Us?

Like, you no, what does it matter I get
CNN says no terror, reaching more
People everyday, who care’s? Rating Soar
Yours, mine ours? Who’s No one that I have met.

Even this bit, it is self-righteous tripe
Hand over the bill, a red and white stripe.


OF ME

Thing of me
Think of me always
Sounds, Deathening
Growing Slowly
Lives surplanted
Ethics ruined
Moreys sown
On Salted Earth
Grapes of Wrath
Venging the Wreathful
Looming yellow fingers
Pulsating purple pussy
Groomed cheeks
Lips pursed
Aging Never
Usher in
Forgetting Life
Using Nothing
Barrels is filling
Never gaining
The key never
Opens the treasure
Within no known henge
Stones reaching
Out to others
Thinking of me

For all those guys who said i should make a blog, you are all bastards. You've put it into my head to do it, and now i cannot think about not doing. There are just too many things going on in my head. For this to be the blog that i want it to be, i will need to extrapolate my intentions. If i insult anyone on my blog, good. If anyone insults me, good. This blog is going to cover as much as it can possibly cover, and if anyone wants to respond to any post that i do, please do so. I want this to be more of a controlled argumentative debate, than a true blog. No one will read about my little kitty(however, she is doing fine).

That being said, please no racial slurs or terrorist threats. Keep your mind open, and your fingers typing. Everyone strap into your seats, it is going to be a bumpy ride.