Alright

To explain the absence of all the MSN and all the post I've missed in the past few day's. I've been somwhat away and my internet doesnt work anymore. My comp is in the shop for 5 days or so and no one shall hear from me till then.

Stage Fright

Accidentals on the way down my spills .
Articulate the words of my screenplay.
Moderato pace of slow death and walk.
Diminish my sound and fade to the bass.
Slow it down to make the ending .
Twitter away at the last long endless note.
My peice has ended, The Melody over.
I'll take my bow and leave the stage.
The next performer. Exit conductor.
High strung solo of motif dynamics and dots.
All of this makes up my fifteenrh second of pure bliss.
Enter the duet.
Unison of the same differences at different times.
Ends the minor chord.
Triplets rain apon the audience,
Eyes lift,
Curten shuts,
The music is over.

Written

Written on a page how I feel: Falling rain in minor. Sad indeed my strange melody. Noteworthy indeed.

Spoken lies the setting sun.

"A baby cries, a firing gun"

My teachers are idiots, but at least they're educated.
My partets boss me around, but they know best.
My friends sing, but I'm off key.


All that, is worth what everything else isn't

- Have Faith

Finally

I've been trying to post for day's and the bloody basterd wouldn't let me!

All the same to what one is
where one is who one is.
All the differnce to the absence of one.
where one was who one was.
All the better we aren't there.
where were we who were we?
All the worse I'm still here
where am I who am I?
Might as well make a difference while I can.
it doesn't matter when or where as long a I make a difference . . .

I started that one without any inspiration or anything.

Have faith- Accultus

You, a Parisite

I, can't disguize: all the stomach pains and the walking in the rain. When you, you, walk out. And you amble up to me with your voice of hericy. And I can't control, all the anger up in me oh won't you set me free; in you: a parisite. Just to find another host; just another thing to boast.

Listening to Needles and guessing at the lyrics. I'm also being a little creative with them.

All you downloaders have to download Needles by System of a Down. I like it and so should you. it reminds me of somone.

After my other post my life took a drastic turn and now I'm all fiery and I want to destroy somthing beautiful. I wieght boxed with 10's for a half hour and I still can't feel my arms and I feel no better than before; only now I feel the need for some red. I appologize for my violent mood. I'm under some pressure.

pop

Sex and Candy

Yeah hmmmm. Who's that loungin' in my chair hmm. Who's that castin' deveous stares in my direction? This surly is a deam. Ya, this must be my dream . . .

Oh, yeah and all that. Such a good song that I never hear anymore. Always wanted to kiss somone while it was playing in the background. Funny how it works isn't it? Y'all say, "ANDY, post more often!" and I say, "PEOPLE, comment more often!"


I'm bored I need a nightlight

A-E-I-E-A-E-I-A

Fave Faith-Andy