Father dear
My feet ache and my throat roar
My face sore from the salt and skin
Oh father dear I sadly fear I shall no longer be
Do not follow I shall vanish
And with these tears I pray to god
Oh god my dear save my soul
But most of all save…
Oh father dear let your soul be blessed
And with that shall be taken with the wind
Pray for me
Oh father dear
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
My "interesting" weekend
As I take another swig of UV Blue my mind begins to wonder. And then I think to myself "CRAP" I need to give Lloyd $50 for the joint that I'm about to roll. The delayed reaction time has been getting worse and worse throughout the week and its extremely hard to walk in a straight line. Thank god that my car is in the shop or I would be havin' a pretty crummy weekend. But I'm with my friends and having fun. A hit of weed in my shoe and then another blown out in smoke around the room. Oh gosh I can just imagine what would happen if my parents waked in on me right now.
My purple pill… her name is Stacy and she can take you places that you have never gone before, taste colors like never before, walk on water and not fall though.
And then my white pill…his name is pueblo, and he can help you party. Party like you have never partied before.
Oh yeah it completely slipped my mind, my name is Marie and this weekend I was high :D
My purple pill… her name is Stacy and she can take you places that you have never gone before, taste colors like never before, walk on water and not fall though.
And then my white pill…his name is pueblo, and he can help you party. Party like you have never partied before.
Oh yeah it completely slipped my mind, my name is Marie and this weekend I was high :D
Friday, February 18, 2011
To Build a Boring Story
Through out the day, his body slowly froze almost to the point of death. The ignorant man didn’t not care that he was out in life threatening weather and maybe that is how he died. His endless journey brought me not to tears but rather to “Z’s” and that is what makes this tragedy so eccentric.
In the horrendous yet story, “To build a Fire” by Jack London, about a man’s emotionless struggle to get to camp in bellow fifty degree weather was probably one of the most boring stories that I have ever read in my life. To start off I would like to point out that I am probably smarter than the man in this story. The stupid mistakes that he made are so obvious that if they were a do they would bite him in the face. In his thrash to get to camp before six; a very un-intelligent man encounters many problems, such as being frozen alive. The man built a fire underneath a tree which was dumb of him because the snow just fell right on top of it and put the fire out so instead he lit all the matches on his hand. This was stupid because he not only burnt his hand but he no longer has any more matched and he will freeze later on in the day. Also just the idea of going out in below fifty alone is probably one of the biggest mistakes that you could ever make. Also in the story the man is lifeless and boring, like when it said “The day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray it shows that it was just a grey”, to the man this meant absolutely nothing. It was a gray day and nothing else, he has total lack of emotion. I am sure that all hell would break loose if I had to spend one day with him.
The story probably would have been better if the man acted differently but because it was a tragedy, the character didn’t have much choice. The conflict started when the man took a trip alone in the freezing cold and was not prepared correctly for it. He is making good time and he is stopping to build a fire for lunch and that is the rise to power. The man has many tragic flaws but the big one is that he is so careless, boring, and emotionless. “As he so held it, he became aware of the sensation in his hand” the man was brainless in this part of the story because he has just used all of his matches and he has a burnt hand. When the man’s hands freeze and he is not able to kill the dog for protection is when the tragic fall happen. But the best part of the entire story for me is when the man freezes to death; it may seem rude but I really wanted him to die, and he got what he deserved.
In conclusion to the story, I really hated it and thought that the man needed to learn some new life skills. So unless you like reading boring, long stories, that put you to sleep then I would not recommend this one to you. The tragedy of “How to build a fire” was boring, thoughtless, and annoying.
In the horrendous yet story, “To build a Fire” by Jack London, about a man’s emotionless struggle to get to camp in bellow fifty degree weather was probably one of the most boring stories that I have ever read in my life. To start off I would like to point out that I am probably smarter than the man in this story. The stupid mistakes that he made are so obvious that if they were a do they would bite him in the face. In his thrash to get to camp before six; a very un-intelligent man encounters many problems, such as being frozen alive. The man built a fire underneath a tree which was dumb of him because the snow just fell right on top of it and put the fire out so instead he lit all the matches on his hand. This was stupid because he not only burnt his hand but he no longer has any more matched and he will freeze later on in the day. Also just the idea of going out in below fifty alone is probably one of the biggest mistakes that you could ever make. Also in the story the man is lifeless and boring, like when it said “The day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray it shows that it was just a grey”, to the man this meant absolutely nothing. It was a gray day and nothing else, he has total lack of emotion. I am sure that all hell would break loose if I had to spend one day with him.
The story probably would have been better if the man acted differently but because it was a tragedy, the character didn’t have much choice. The conflict started when the man took a trip alone in the freezing cold and was not prepared correctly for it. He is making good time and he is stopping to build a fire for lunch and that is the rise to power. The man has many tragic flaws but the big one is that he is so careless, boring, and emotionless. “As he so held it, he became aware of the sensation in his hand” the man was brainless in this part of the story because he has just used all of his matches and he has a burnt hand. When the man’s hands freeze and he is not able to kill the dog for protection is when the tragic fall happen. But the best part of the entire story for me is when the man freezes to death; it may seem rude but I really wanted him to die, and he got what he deserved.
In conclusion to the story, I really hated it and thought that the man needed to learn some new life skills. So unless you like reading boring, long stories, that put you to sleep then I would not recommend this one to you. The tragedy of “How to build a fire” was boring, thoughtless, and annoying.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
His fists unclenched and the tension went down as he relaxed and saw it: the bright flash of his life before him. With a frozen body and a broken soul he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Don’t touch me"! The peacefulness of death made it unbearable but that is just the way it shall remain… and with that the man's air ceased.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Dance
While I am standing on my toes and flowing to the music, My friends and I are also laughing. I love listening to the beautiful melody as if I dream with my feet. So many different types but I am loving them all.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Christmas Angel
A Christmas Angel
The highest honor in the church
On Christmas day the white, candle lit beauties walk down the aisle behind the prize, baby Jesus.
They slowly dance to the front of the church and stand to watch as the clock strikes 12 and baby Jesus is laid down in his mangier. Their candles are then blown out and they walk back to their seats. The most simple and yet beautiful task in the world. And yet I still cease to exist in the group. Oh what I would not give to be a Christmas angel and be known as the most beautiful girl.
The highest honor in the church
On Christmas day the white, candle lit beauties walk down the aisle behind the prize, baby Jesus.
They slowly dance to the front of the church and stand to watch as the clock strikes 12 and baby Jesus is laid down in his mangier. Their candles are then blown out and they walk back to their seats. The most simple and yet beautiful task in the world. And yet I still cease to exist in the group. Oh what I would not give to be a Christmas angel and be known as the most beautiful girl.
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