Yin; It's Just The Way I'm Feeling

If there's a God, I don't want to know him.

Yang; HoldOnToYourHeart =]

Guess who's writing again! =]

Opinions on the opening please?

The Daisy And The Rose

One

I've sat here many years and watched the world go by. It's a terrifying place. I've seen the things society does to you, yet no-one is ever truly ready for when it hits them. Each blow harder than the next. This is a story of depletion. Angst and anger. A story of love. Romance and pain. A story of truth.

'What a shit opening.'

The scrunched up piece of paper landed in the bin, seemingly pirouetting off of the metal rim and the would-be-author raised his aggravated head. He reached for his glass half-filled with Scotch and grasped the handle before allowing the liquid to run down his throat. Whilst it replenished him, it also made him less capable to do the task at hand. It was always Sam Ji-Merribonn's wish to be a famous author. His writing skills were usually second to none, but he suffered from the problem of disliking all of his own work, thus, never finishing anything. In all his years and failed attempts, he somehow always thought that the next story would be the one that got him into major businesses. The one that made him rich. It never was.

One look around could tell you that he was unsuccessful. The central heating was bust and the window pane had a crack in it that was letting minute amounts of air in. You couldn't even really call the two rooms that made his humble abode a flat. Three if you included the toilet. If that wasn't enough to give the impression of his failing career you didn't need to look far in order to see the various types of bugs and woodworm encasing the stained floor. It was hardly likely to hold the key to an artists inspiration.

Slowly Sam stared at the tiny digital clock that sat upon the mantelpiece guarding the unused and bricked-up fireplace where a tacky radiator had been replaced with a plug-in socket. It was 2:53. The circular legs of the wooden chair were forced backwards and Sam's legs cracked as they moved out-of-position. He violently nudged the chair out of the way, with the obvious afore-thought of wanting to kick out and break it, but the tiredness and aggravation was overwhelming, so as soon as his face touched the cold damp mattress that he called a bed, his eyes shut and dawn passed his weary head by.


- TIS NOT MY USUAL TYPE OF THANG -

Just thought I'd point that out. :{P

Anyhew; normal part of mai bloggery bit now methinks, 'cept not much has happened since the last one otehr than Tom Beasley labelling me as penis'... which is sort of unnerving. His fantasies aren't half odd. ;) :{P

Okay, I was doing my best to wind him up, by saying I stole the one he luuuurves off of him, and as I was on the radio, the songs I played MAY just have been a bit influenced. :{P

Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Good Charlotte - Dance Floor Anthem (I Don't Wanna Be In Love)
Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys And Stolen Sweethearts
The Smiths - This Charming Man
Billy Bragg - Valentines Day Is Over
Kill Hannah - Boys & Girls
Billy Talent - Ever Fallen In Love With Someone (Cover)
Lostprophets - Broken Hearts, Torn Up Letters and the Story of a Lonely Girl
Razorlight - Who Needs Love?

Oops. :{P

So yeah, not much to report in La-la land. However, this'll probably turn out to be quite a large blog post due to story opening. ^_^ Now to finish with some more writing. I wrote this last night whilst I was in an odd mood. x{P

Scream

I'm beginning to deplete,
Under the lights that show the street,
Why must this path be molten,
Been walked before and the cracks show it's broken.

I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.

Feel my pulse go double speed,
I'm not one for the bible or the creed,
But is to much for people to see,
How much of a man this interior can be?


I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.

I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.

You can't read me like a book,
Or lift my mood like a fork-lift truck,
Sure I have my fantasies,
But it's a covered-up disease,
My mind is a shrine,
But it is about time,
It was explored,
By the ones adored.

I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.

I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.

[[INSTRUMENTAL]]


I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.

Peace out. x{P

Yang; Bottom.

The title is an injoke. I mean okay so sometimes I /am/ up my own arse, but that's not what it was refering to.

Thomas Beasley came over the delightfully shit city of Birmingham and we saw Angels & Demons. it's great he was there, because it gives me a chance to slate the film. DON'T DO IT TO YOURSELF! btw. It's the most boring tripe ever that consisted of Robert Langdon telling us all what we all already fucking knew in an advanced way with lots of latin. There are also so many holes in it that if it were a football math, it would have been called off. Also, having one of the highest priests saying "awesome" was unrealistically awesome in it's own right. And then the explosion, followed by an implosion, followed by another explosion which somehow exploded again... Though I admit, I didn't see the little plot twist at the end it still enjoyed being raped by the book. And Tom was there to witness it.

Then we came back talking about someone in particular that Tom would like to bone but won't admit it and did our show which was totally kick-ass awesome btw. I have it recorded, cept the thing screwed up so it's in 4 parts. :{P IM me or leave a comment with your e-mail if you want it.

We also have the most organised biscuit tin Tom has ever seen and the innuendo in a pingu story is almost unbearable. :{P

So, that was out lurvely day.

Oh, the security at the train station is pretty lax btw. I made it all the way to the platform to drop Tom back off. :{P


So yes. Ben. Happy. And to finish the post with lyrics, lulz and Tom twitching, I now have said person from earliers number. xD Be 'fraid for the Benny monster will steal her off you. Maybe. :{P

And an appropriate end to a blog where I have slated a movie.


Closing Credits

And I'm guessing by that look on your face this is where it ends?
A look now I'm able to completely comprehend,
Second nature is a phrase that comes to mind,
I know the moment so well – Perfectly tuned, perfectly timed.

I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.

Martin Luther King had a dream where we could all live in harmony,
Well I'm sorry, it's a sight we'll never really see,
An apartheid so invisible the naked eye would pass it by,
But like nicotine, poisoned hearts hide in the sky.

I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.

Drop dead gorgeous,
Yeah, gauge my eyes,
Why do we fall in love,
And see truth in these lies?
I'm a broken buddy,
A corpse for the cemetery,
But I'll live through it again,
Before I die happily.

I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.

Star Trek on the other hand... X{P

Yin OR Yang; Because I Have Absoloutley No Idea Where This Is Going To Go ~ P3: W5L5-W6L3-W9L2-W11L4-W16L4-W19L3-W21L1-W24L2-W27L1

This is going to be quite hard for me to write because it goes out to one person in particular and I'm linking several people to this page, so just because you're reading this, it isn't necesarily you, so bear with me, kay?


I planned on saying don't get the wrong end of the stick here, except that's secretly the right end of the stick that you're holding. I jjust wish it wasn't.

I hate how this keeps happening. I really do. I even realise that love is nought but a chemical reaction, but it still won't let me be. And I know where this is going to go, because I've been down this road a million times before. You know, if I knew you properly, I'd have said this a long time ago, 'cept I don't. And I really wish I did because you're intelligent, witty and beautiful. And not even one of those is use of a cliché. It's simply fact. I know that nothing can come of it though, so don't judge me by this or think of me any differently please. It's just better if it's out there.

Now, I think you should know that I actually took all day writing this.
I also kind of hope you don't realise it's you. However, there are clues scattered throughout.
Not the kind of thing I'm used too doing either. :{P

Yang; 'Cause I haven't posted in fuckin' ages.

I'm still here.

And am now on radio toooooooo. ^_______^

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