My Girl

My lady is like a dream
from which I never want to wake

Her hair dances in the wind
the fire is in her moves
the gentle flow of her love
keeps me down to earth

Never would I want to
hurt her, lose her, leave her
for she is and will forever be
my ladyfriend, my girl

She protects me
she encourages me
she stimulates me
she loves me

And I love her, of course
from the bottom of my
aching, scorchèd heart
I love her till it hurts.

All your base are belong to us!

(Click on it.)

Cats and dogs

Curse

Get paranoid

US troops in Iraq get new weaponry: Lightsabers

"It's great for cutting the bread, too," says private Killing Machine (pictured).

A quick guide to: Dark Ages

Step 1: Close all doors and windows of your home.

Step 2: Switch off all electric appliances.

Step 3: Lock yourself up in a closet.

Step 4: Scream.

Step 5: Wait. It could take a while before anyone finds you. Maybe ages. Dark ages.



In other news: President Bush has the right to read all my stuff. No matter if I never ever visit the United Bloody States of Bloody America.
Hi, George. Welcome to my blog.

Walking my pet droid...

Go and leave your oil mark already, Artoo.

And the children, too!

When I grow up, I want to be a psychopath.

Honestly. What better way to show appreciation to whatever entity that created you, than to prove the excellent quality of you by killing random strangers in the night and putting them on display for the whole world to see?

I do not, however, like war. War is ugly. Fights should be mann gegen mann, without a platoon of gun wielders to guard your back.

Survival of the fittest. Survival of the best.

I want to embody evolution. I want to hunt, make war, make love to many women, grow better, have lots of offspring... and then die fighting.


...nah. I like my life just fine. My name isn't Hannibal Lecter.

Testing...

Things I just don't get

What's the use of annoying advertising?

Why are racists never convinced some other race is superior to their own?

If we're all born naked, why do we need to wear clothes while dead?

What makes anyone think their opinion is so great, they need to kill anyone who disagrees?

If there is one god, why are there countless religions?

How come every religious person is convinced his belief is the only true one?

What's so civil about war, anyway?

I appreciate art as much as the next guy (probably more), but why does it influence us so?

Why are the best photographs either out of focus or badly lit?

Why do we insist on wearing clothes, when all we want is take them off of other people?

What the hell am I doing on this girl's chest? (Not that I'm complaining, mind you...)



In other news: I've started my new job in The Hague. I love it.

God is dead

... but why doesn't the world see it?

Yes, I am an atheist. God does not exist. God doesn't explain anything. And if there is a deity that created the entire galaxy, life, miracles and he can read all of our minds at the same time, I bet he wouldn't be very proud of all the complaining he hears.

So wear your heretic badge proudly and convince the people that religion should be abolished.

PS. Yes, this is the place to discuss religion.

"Anakin, Chancellor Bert is evil!"

"From my point of view, the world is evil!"

At last, we shall reveal ourselves to the world. At last, we shall have revenge.

World, beware. The galaxy's most feared bounty hunter and terrorist has returned, and he's coming for all of us. Especially bunnies.

Bert.

Evil incarnate.

Stay inside, lock your doors and windows, sacrifice your firstborn, pray to the gods, and keep the blue pill nearby.

He's coming. Half of the Marsians have already died.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.



Oh, and check out my cute new pet!

First Kiss

It started with a hug.

We turned to say good-bye,
Our faces too close to ignore.
The tension grew
As the distance shrank.
My mind raced with anticipation.
What should I do?
Lips closed, or dare open them?
As I first felt her gentle caress
Nothing could be sweeter.
The moment escalated,
Our passions took over.
Excitement consumed us
As embarrassment ensued.
Our teeth clanked;
What seemed so perfect
Now was so awkward.
We pulled away,
Her look was one of confusion.
What I did next
I will never forget.
I remembered the nursery rhyme,
"First is the worst,
Second's the best."
So I leaned back in,
And started all over.
A little experience was all I needed.

by Sean H. on Teen Ink

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