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[28 Dec 2006|12:02am]

floralcloud
So I found this community by randomly clicking on my interests, and the first one I clicked on was "corporate casual".
And then found this community, which implies that corporate casual isn't sexy.

And I was like whoa, you don't find  this sexy? Sure, it's sexiness drawn, but it's corporate casual.

By the way, I'm new here. Call me "J-chan".
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[10 Aug 2006|06:23pm]

gunsforchildren
[ mood | annoyed ]


I don't know. :/

I was so motivated to make something, and make it great. But all I got was this, plus a little bit of crap i cut off from the bottom.

my creativity went down the drain halfway through it. thats how most of my photoshop projects end. hah.

another project i've given up...Collapse )

any comments, questions, criticism, & suggestions are 100% welcome and appreciated.

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[11 Jul 2006|09:13am]

dracwolleyskcor
The clouds shine like crystals in the sky;
The sun reaches out during his ephemeral reign;
And the whole world stops while seconds pass.
The gem of the sky is more valuable than diamond;
But it is a rock that even kings with their cupiditity cannot possess.
The light more beautiful than any moment between life and death;
A beauty that no earthly thing could obtain.
The sky plays a beautiful song that reflects the soul,
For mourners it is melancholy and for lovers it begins a dance.
For the deaf it paints a picture of indescribable beauty
That is so everlasting to the mind, but evanescent to the sky.
For those short moments the gateway to heaven opens
Outward glows street paved with substance more beautiful than gold
And clouds of glitter where angels find their wings.
This ever fleeting moment instills hope in the hearts of the lonely,
Fear in the eyes of the sinners, and dreams in the minds of lovers.
It is a time to think and a time to reflect and to bring optimism
A time to hold on and pray that this won't be your last
And the beauty fades, and the mooon glows brightly through the night
And twilight will soon fade to darkness and newly born angels will glitter the sky.
-the only poem i wrote that i like. :) written on 6/20/06
sex me, baby

(: [10 Jul 2006|08:10pm]

gunsforchildren
[ mood | bored ]

I hope everyone's having an amazing summer. ♥♥
I've been stuck in a freezing cold office in a stuffy cubicle doing shitty clerical work. Yay! (:
But money is money, I suppose. I'm glad it's given me the opportunity to see just why you should go and make something of yourself and find something you enjoy.. Or you can be the grumpy bald lady I work for.. that likes to show me her sunburn.. on her upper legs. *shudder*

Anyways.. I haven't really done much creative lately. But some lyrics, a picture, and the wallpaper it inspired? sure! XP.

all this and more, under the cut! Collapse )

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[10 Jul 2006|05:22pm]

dracwolleyskcor
whoa. no one ever ever updates this. it makes me sad because it is where insecure people are suppossed to unite. :(
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[14 Apr 2006|08:23pm]

pookie__bear
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart


Shake it upCollapse )
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[01 Apr 2006|07:14pm]

harnessed_ruin
Me and my girlfriend at our school's Ring Dance a few weeks ago:



She blinked, and I started to. I'm also doing a pretty good imitation of the MGM lion in this picture with my hair.

And, the greatestjournal version of this community is closed. Sorry Rachael, I just couldn't put up with those idiots only using it for promotion.
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[04 Mar 2006|10:19am]

pookie__bear
My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don’t travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don’t serve my juice,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time. Kids-
Screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme,
They just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin tucked in
And meat side out and shot,
And I’d like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob.
Run into picket fences
Not into picket lines.
All this hippie-shit for the 60's
And another cliché for our time. But,
But a one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah

Did you know that the gravedigger's still
Gettin' stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a whole other daydream.
It's another town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed.
Whad'ya think?
All the gravediggers were gone?
Just cause one song is done
There’s always another one,
Waiting right around the bend,
Till this one ends,
Then it begins
Quickly, then it starts all over again.

The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning,
Predicting and warning,
And warning and warning of,
Possibly it could be news publications and,
Possibly it could be news TV stations. That
Very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
“The worlds got a nosebleed” it said
“And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests!”
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds.
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds.
Ah ah ah…

My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they aint friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve my juice,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds


shhh...Collapse )
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Activism [01 Jan 2006|04:07pm]

metal_buddhist
http://groups.myspace.com/tabaid

The MPA has closed down several lyrics/tableture websites, claiming that public access to lyrics and tableture scores is copyright infringement. The musicians of the world are being notified as we speak of a global 10-day concert where unsigned bands all over the the planet will play and pass around petitions to the MPA about getting tableture sites back. If you have a myspace, please, join the cause. It's music for a worthy cause. Furthermore, if you know a musician, clue them in as to this event. Spread the word. Invite more members. Post this everywhere. We need to strike back.
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Excuse the grainy quality, kay thanks. [29 Dec 2005|01:32pm]

pookie__bear
[ mood | cheerful ]


Listen to me
Please sit down and stay
I'm gonna build a house and hideaway
Gather timber from the ground
I'll build a castle that won't fall down

And when I'm done
The clock will stop and from
Our heads will come
Bright flowers

I don't know, I can't contain my heartbeat
I am dancing, shrouded by green trees
I am whirling, wearing my sun feet
And humming children to sleep

I love to watch the light spread to the room
See how it dances from you to me to you
With our laughter, bright white sound
I'll build a castle that won't fall down

And when I'm done
The clock will stop and from
Our heads will come
Bright flowers

I don't know, I can't contain my heartbeat
I am dancing, shrouded by green trees
I am whirling, wearing my sun feet
And humming children to sleep

Oh!

Oo-ooh

I don't know, I can't contain my heartbeat
I am dancing, shrouded by green trees
I am whirling, wearing my sun feet
And humming children to sleep

Soft, sweet music makes me sleep
Calling my mind away, oh
Resting faces, calm and quiet



sun feetCollapse )
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[26 Dec 2005|12:47pm]

pookie__bear
One day I slowly floated away
One day I slowly floated away
All the war horses wore rubber bands
o hide their hooves from sinking sand
The commander in charge was hoping that
their destiny was not to die

Wake up in the morning
I shall wake up and so shall you
And I wake up, the sun is beautiful
And it is warming you and I
Fragile as we lie

Hard to forsee the future
Our bodies are growing thin
Glimpsing the peeling paint of
The nurse's ivory chin
You got a lot of nerve coming here
Your eyes are beating
Rhythms way
Faster than the speeding bullet
That took the life of your radio

Wake up in the morning
I shall wake up and so shall you
And I wake up, the sun is beautiful
And it is warming you and I
Fragile as we lie

And in the corner of the chair, soft and soap-scented
My darling cries apologies
We foresee the mercy
that's been shown my young limbs
Will not go unthanked or unseen

Wake up in the morning
I shall wake up and so shall you
And I wake up, the sun is beautiful
And it is warming you and I
Fragile as we lie

the sun is beautiful and it is warming you and i, fragile as we lieCollapse )
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[13 Nov 2005|10:14am]

harnessed_ruin
Happy birthday to our maintainer, Rachael!

Yes, I know this is my third post in a row in this community, but I think we should all take a minute to wish her a good one :D

So enjoy your birthday dear, have a good time today ^__^
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Futility [09 Nov 2005|09:24pm]

harnessed_ruin
You exist. You, at this moment, are alive, sentient, and literate. You are a citizen of a nation that allows internet access. You are either of male or female, either as important as the other for the survival of the species. You speak English, the most widely spoken language on the planet. You have two pairs of 23 chromosomes, creating a unique genetic code for your being. All of these facts are at least semi-obvious. Science or common sense have proven them. But something that common sense cannot seem to grasp is that you, me, nearly every other person on this planet, and every above mentioned sentence, does not matter. You. Don't. Fucking. Matter.

Your actions at this very moment are not going to change anything. They won't start a ripple that will become a wave. They won't make you a better person in the future. Changes are, even if you do become the leader of a country that is a world power, you won't be remembered. Take a standard textbook for a Contemporary World Civilization Honors class at Masuk Highschool in Monroe, CT. It has approximately 1,033 pages in it. Trust me, I looked. Let's assume that, on average, ten individuals are mentioned, not even explained in full, merely mentioned on each page. That means, that in one year of highschool, we learn the names of approximately 10,330 (1) individuals who are important enough to be recorded in history. Basic reasoning dictates that approximately 1/4 of those individuals will be decided by the educater to be unimportant, and thus, won't be on any study guides or on the finals for that class. Thus, we are left with 7,747.5 names. Hell, for the sake of optimism, I'll kick that figure up to 7,748. Seven thousand, seven hundred, fourty-eight individuals are to be remembered for testing purposes. There are approximately 6,000,000,000 people alive in the world today. Let's jump from History into Math for a moment, shall we? A simple percent equation is X/100=y/z, where y and z equal important figures. So, again, for the sake of optimism, I will say that we make Y equal to 7,748 and Z equal to 6,000,000,000 (2). X, which is equal to your percent chance of becoming an individual worthy of being written down in a text book is 0.000129125 (3). Not even a whole fucking percent. Hell, not even a half of a percent. You know why this is? It's because you, as the individual, are not worth a flying damn.

Some of you may still want to continue working, in the hopes of that fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent being your person. Go for it, with my blessing. But I ask you, why is it that you, the optimist who believes that you are capable of being important enough to make it into a text book, are still reading my essay right now? Why aren't you working on algrbra, so that you may one day calculate the equation for time in it's relation to shape and size? Why aren't you studying biology, so that one day you may find the cure for AIDs? Why aren't you researching the political infrastructure of your nation, so that you may one day rise to the top of it and hold a grand revolution that will go down in history books as the day that your nation rose above all others? Why? Because you know that somewhere, deep down inside of you, you lack the will to do it. You lack the motivation. You know that I'm right. You know that you life, in itself, has no meaning, and will not amount to jack shit worth remembering. So before you realize that your whole life has been wasted for naught, give up. You won't make anything of your existance before you die, so just give up now.

Accept it. I did, and I'm happy knowing that I'm only a number on a chart. I'm happy knowing that I won't amount to anything worth remembering. Hell, you should be too. While you and your life don't matter in the least, happieness is still important. Enjoy it, don't let it go.

-To be continued with an essay on happieness-


Notes, erratta, and the like:

(1) This figure is actually grossyly larger than it needs to be. If we consider that certain individuals get entire sections to themselves, it eliminates the chance for others to be recorded there. A good deal of the book is written about geography of regions, which also eliminates the space for names. Furthermore, we'd never finish the entire book in a single year of highschool. A completely realistic number would be about a third of this, but I'm trying to keep these figures as high as possible so as to not be a total downer.

(2) This is done mostly because if I were to calculate the number of people to ever have lived along with the number of people who are alive today, it would become an even more depressing figure when I calculate this equation. And this is a happy, realistic essy.

(3) If you are one of the two individuals who saw this essay before it was edited for typing, you'll realize that this number is much higher (a whole two decimal places) than my previous number. This is due to the fact that my algebra class is hardly the appropriate time to write an essay while attempting to keep track of one's own figures as well as taking notes. All apologies.

A special thanks goes to: Becky, Jae, Jaimie, Ant, and Meg. Becky, the girl who sits next to me in Algebra, for her help during the writing of this essay; without her help, I wouldn't have the correct number of zeros for 6 billion, or the correct number of chromosomes in the human body. Jae, for being an inspiration for nearly every essay I write. Jaimie, for backing me up on my essays and convincing me that they don't suck. Ant and Meg, thanks for taking time out of your school day to read this before anyone else did. It means alot to me that you did that for me.

Now, on a closing note, I'd like to say that I am in no way trying to make people give up hope. I am not trying to make people commit suicide. I'm merely giving a realistic view on life and human importance. In this day and age, what it takes to be remembered is a lofty prize which is becoming progressively hard to grasp as time and science progress.

Thank you for your time and energy.



Yeah, Rachael asked that I post this here. I hope you all like it. Rachael, I'll respond to your comment tomorrow, I have very little time tonight
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Since it's been a bit since the last post [08 Nov 2005|08:13am]

harnessed_ruin
Preface: In chem today (11/7/05), I was showing off some comics I had made. They're all relatively crude, poorly drawn, and horribly offensive. One of them was on the topic of love, showing myself ripping out my concience's heart to give to my girlfriend (so many people miss the metaphor in that, which makes me really fear for humanity's future). Someone commented about how I "listen to heavy metal" and "talk about eating babies" and "cannot know what love is" because of the aforementioned statments. Here's my personal 'fuck you'. Enjoy.

What is Love? Is it the bond between two young people that allows them to sample sexual activites? Is it what celebrities claim before they say thier vows? Is it the word that only a married couple knows the true meaning of? None. If you're going to continue having preconcieved notions and claim that I'm wrong on all accounts before reading the rest of this paper, then click the red "X" in the corner of the screen. Put down my notebook that you're reading this from. Sign off instant messanger and stop asking me about this. If you're going to be ignorant enough to claim I'm wrong without hearing my views, then you're not worth the time I put into writing this.

At my age, 15 years, many people overuse the word "Love". To me, it has seemingly lost all meaning to hear a friend say that he/she "Loves" or "hearts" or "wubs" m. it is a reduntant phrase as empty as many people believe my heart is. Tell me, friend, when you say that you "Love" me, do you mean it? When I profess to Love someone, I'm telling them that I trust them. That I would take any amount of punishment for them. That they have achieved a state with me where I actually feel comfortable with them. I set people like that aside because I know they deserve it. No, I'm not going to marry them. No, I'm not being overly-clingly. I'm not taking the meaning too far, nor am I being co-dependant upon this person. I'm not being desparate in any way. I'm merely expressing what I believe Love really is. What, for centuries, Love had been regarded as. Call it old-fashioned and antiqued. Call me a fool and a hopeless romantic. In return, I'll call you an affront to Love and a promiscuous bastardization of feelings and emotion. Nothing personal.

Love, as most of the people I see during my day seem to know it, is merely an excuse to have sex. Tell me, does cloitus or sodomy express the delicacies and intricacies of your "tenderness" or "feelings" for your partner? Does it show that this person is your "tru luv", as I have seen it horrifically said on messageboards and instant messaging programs? Does it mean anything? Does reaching an orgasm prove that you and your current plaything are any "closer" than you were before? If you answered yes, then I think that you and your dominant hand have been very close much longer than you and your partner, you fucking nymphomaniacal waste.

So what then, exactly, is Love? It is the silence between two notes in the song of our lives. It is the beauty of a flower as it first gazes upon the sun after a winter of relentless chill and death. It is the feeling that can compell us to reach for the farthest star, even though we know full well that every other star has burned our hands. It is that which people deem worth dying for. It brings us to highs that no mortal man can explain with words. It brings us to depressions that make hell seem like a paradise. It is not sex. It is not something that just comes and goes as we want it to. It stays with us. Everytime we feel it, it becomes part of us. It builds us. It destroys us. It is the most beautiful thing ever. And Love is being twisted by lust and desire to mean nothing. I will not let Love fade into nothing. I will not allow this perversion of Love to continue as it has.

</rant>

For those of you who don't know, this is metal_buddhist, just on my other account. If I need to fill out another "Hi, this is me" entry, I will, but I don't think Rachael likes those flooding her comm.
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[23 Oct 2005|03:24pm]

sunsetskys1442
here's a poem i just wrote. its not edited or anything yet, but i hope you liked it.


"Love"

15 years
it's been 15 years and you're still not here
am i really that repellent?

after all i've forgiven you for
i will never forget all that you did
and how you never tried to take part in my life

15 years i've been asking the same question
15 years of wondering why i had to be your daughter
the thought makes my stomach retch and sickens every part of me

after everything it's still unfair
i'm not allowed to hvave my father in my life
even if he's the most disgusting person i've ever known

and yet of all the 15 years i still miss him
and even though he put me though so much pain
i sill care

and it's pointless because i'll never see him again
and even if i did, i wouldn't know whether i'd burst into tears a punch him in the face first
or turn and run in the opposite direction

i don't know what i feel adn that's what i'm afraid of most
thinking of him makes me weak
and manages to bring unwilling tears down my cheeks

and yet the last of these 15 years, has been the hardest
because the worst feeling in the world,
is finally realizing that he's not coming back.


not even for me.
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In the theme of keeping the community alive... [21 Oct 2005|07:09pm]

sputnik4547
Here's a poem I wrote one time. It doesn't have a title, but I hope you like it.


This is your high school.
You come here every day
to peer into empty corners
and underneath the tables
looking for something that isn't there.
You stare at your textbook
the words, the letters, the
particles of ink
and the spaces between them
hoping that some unexpected meaning
will surface from the pages
like sunlight from a bog.

The exhaustion rolls off you
in long waves
beautiful waves, with
seagulls flapping above them
and the rims of the basketball court
look like the halos of some
dim forgotten angels
who died long ago.
sex me, baby

[16 Oct 2005|03:07pm]

pookie__bear



I like how this picture turned out.
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antipastas against cheesus! (hahaha, I'm tired, leave me alone.) get it? jesus? antichrists? yeah.. [15 Oct 2005|11:23pm]

burnwitheothers
[ mood | hungry ]

To go along with the reviving of the community..

(:


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I used to really,really want to be a food photographer. & this is probobly the best picture I took during that phase. It's of the antipasta ( haha, what a word. even though it has no pasta in it. o.0) that I made for my italian christmas eve (we had all of our italian side of the family over, made veal parmesean and etc. my family makes me cook. D:)

It makes me so hungry just looking at it. *drool*

& I made a drawing, but I gave it away before I had a chance to scan it, but I think I'm goiong to redo it sometime on the computer. So I'll be sure to post that if it ever gets done.


♥♥.

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[15 Oct 2005|10:34pm]

dracwolleyskcor
hmm haven't updated on here in a while. hello all. things are going peachy keen except in the best friend department...but isn't that always how it goes?
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first post [15 Oct 2005|07:40pm]

sputnik4547
My name's Alyssa, I'm 15, and even though this community doesn't look like it's seen much action in awhile I decided to join. All the poems and photos posted here looked really interesting, and I too have a hatred of those featherbrained rating communities. Though that may just be because I'm very much unsexy.
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