There is a man in the trunk with a tea cozy on his 'ead!

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. I am the great Oz and you shall read the post below. Now do as I tell you! Now! if you don't stop reading this I promise I'll stop typing. Still here? Presistant bugger aren't you? Well this is your last chance! be gone but before you leave you must comment on the post below for it is much more interesting than this. This one sortof goes on and on and on and doesnt really end it just sortof keeps going I left out the puctuation so you would pass out if you were reading this aloud ha stupid buggers! Now breathe.

The Wind has Shifted

I needed to get the title down
i'll finish this later when i fine an appropriate event.

Ok, here we go I didn't find an event cause I've been far to out of it to post latly. Benn far to tierd for alot of things. Fell asleep in math and english. Niether of my techers were very impressed. Borek is beign a tyrant giving us this much to do all in one go. I'm sick of it but I have no option really. To quit is to fail and failure is not an option. Sometimes I wish it was but then I wouldn't be me then would I? I need to try some more of this sleeping thing. You can't die from not sleeping but you can get really messed up. I feel like Jodi. She doesn't sleep. Pumping out another creative writing. You can't really force a good one of those out on demand but it's not my problem I suppose. I appear to be bored with the same old same old and my ray of sunshine is gone. All I have left is god and my school work. It's more than enough to keep me occupied. Girls aent an option at the moment either and they won't be for a year of two when I have a high average and a better outlook on sleeping. Reading up on Romeo and Juliet. Far to much sex in that play. "Draw thy tool!" " My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee." Ha no sexual inuendos in there at all. What a clean minded man this Shakspeare fellow was. There is a rumor about that all his plays were acctually written by my good friend Mr. Marloe. Scandle? Maybe. I feel not like talking furthermore so i shall leave thee to thine rest and me to mine writings of day in day out coals. Hot yet blackened.

Have faith - Andy

Crank-shaft Heart-thief

It's the interesting circumstance, that moment in time, when all I see is my people crying and my friends all falling down. I live in a sad, slow, triangular maze of tears. I see a person walk down a hall and I see one walk back. Her face buried in her arms, holding back the tears that won't come. They've already gone. Passed her I see another three walking slowly enough to make me feel like I'm moving. But I'm just standing there. Waiting. I feel the full weight of her feelings in my arms and I know there is nothing I can do but hold on. The slow poeple call, she turns around, forces her tears back and walks away. I don't feel the same way she does, I never could. I'm still there, in my mind, standing and helping her let it go.


-Andy

Ink Splatter

One upon a time there was an Andy.

He's going to arrive at school on monday and recieve 3 or four essays.
He is not going to like this.
Breakfast tuesday will taist as good as any. He'll miss Andrew and Alex and Amanda.
Wednesday will roll around into the due dates and the missing of the rest of the poeple he hangs around.
He'll miss the day's when he had nothing to do.

I am Andy's complete and total lack of surprise ( fightclub)

Welcome to the land of the living

Ok here we go it's like 11:20 and I'm packing. I'm of to Queens tomrrow to hang out with some pople who think I have a scrap of intelect. I hope I impress. Anyone who reads this ( 3-4 people) probliobly won't hear from me for the next week and a half.

Wish me well.

Andy