Why don't we all get together and kill a pizza delivery boy!

Oh, right, we wouldn't be the youngest ever, why would one bother?!

'We must get our hands on this book.'


My world seems to be a global issue now

Ok, so we have Jack. Jack falls in love with Isabel, but Isabel is in a bit of a fix because although she likes Jack she can't do jack-shit because of Aya, a paedophile trader whom Isabel works for. He likes to keep Isabel as his own.

So Jack comes up with a plan, that him and Isabel do all their doing stuff in secret, he's only really interested in sex, so that's what he means. Isabel is frankly a lot smarter than Jack -the-womaniser takes her for, so knows his plan and doesn't want to do anything unless he actually cares about her. So he pretends to, and Isabel slowly slips in her ignorance of him.

Then comes Aya, who is a LOT smarter than anybody takes him for, who knows the whole thing, and subtly tries to stop them, however as the pair get more and more prevalent Aya becomes manipulative and sadistic to stop them ever being happy with each other, and he wins, even through his death, when at last he wakes up and the blood runs from his eyes;

Hagley
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Crowds of fat wankers,
the air is damp
and we're all moving,
to a park.

We have blue,
walls,
and crowds of fat wankers,
washing your shoes
after stepping through their pudding,
the novelty is long gone.

Does it have daisies?
Or only pretty pictures,
drawn, if you'll indulge me,
by skinny wankers, you'd fit in well

A game of Cake

Ok, I have made a game, and nobody has commented since the holidays so you all are playing.

How do you get the delicious cake?
(Post your answer on your own blog)

So you all know what I'm thinking of, and so one has to be creative, I have made a few examples:

This is an example of a wanker trying to get my attention:

Lets say..

Theres six people in a room including yourself..Your all sitten around havin a gigglintime watch the 2nd season of The Dave Chappelle Show and maybe havin a few brews (lets say PBR) and you take a small interest in how low your beer is getting.. You then head to the fridge as the other five hale for you to grab them another as well…. You reach the fridge as you slam the the rest of your beer so you can keep your hands clear as you reach into the case..Of course you grab the six beers and head back to the couch..

Now you’ve gt yourself in a predicament.. Now that you have finished the last beer first, it is more than likely you will be finishing the next one before anyone else.. therefore, you will probably have to retrieve the beers for the rest of the night, known to these fellows as the “Beer Bitch”

So the solution for all of those caught in this predicament is to do the math.. Take the amount of people in the room including yourself.. and add one.. And of course the procedure continues.. Since you were the last one to finish the last round, go and grab the beers, always add one because since you will be more than likely to finish your beer first, that extra beer left will be yours.. And the rotation continues to the next person that finished the beer that you brought first..

Sweet,
Buffalo

PR+1= -BB

and as always, keep the rotation going

He accompanied this post with a very convincing photo of a brown dick, and he's probably about tweleve knowing the cunts that write this shit. Gigglintime, I did think about posting the dick, but look at the damage a fucking poem did.

My post edit thiny is doing that double spacing on your 'enters'. You can't write poems like this, and I had a poem. Not that anyone reads it because you never comment.

I am in a very bad mood, I apologise for all the cursin', (but I can think of worsn')

Do you want the cock? The picture. Tell me you want the cock, my cock, and you always get it.

Hospitals Victorian

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-

The liar isn't

scared of me,

Dare I say a little pale

is She.

-dash cause-

colder men cried

for the gayhouse slaughter,

But I'm too tired,

and I've got no more daughters

to spare.

-

And my only girl

Is dancing with the prince

Of many towns!

I just hope she's not

Ann Boleyn.

-

I hope

When I get out of here,

when I see blue instead of white,

that she'll be waiting

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The movie is aaaaaaaaaagges away, so don't get exited until the right time, but I am bored so I made a poster! Charlotte doesn't exist, Click it for a really big version! What do you think? :)

I am annoyed, the last bit will probably be in the movie if I can make up a point for it. Woooohhoooooo...

"I am making my masterpiece. Anything you say about me, any dead bodies with me written on them you will se proven wrong. Bacause I can do anything I want. Don't you dare tell me what that is or it will be you at the bottom well I'm at the top."

"You are just afraid"

"I cannot talk to you Jack. Not until you've let me go"

"Oh. Well I don't feel like talking to you either! You will change your tune once I get into your house, drug your food. You'll wake up fucking your daddy with the new Isabella Junior just waiting to pop out!"

"Thats not what I meant"

"I've been waiting my whole life for this moment and its what I'll do! Watch your arse or there'll be a pretty blonde shit coming out it."

Blog Entry dated 13/07/2008 6:43 p.m.

This is posted using a fancy program, Adobe Contribute, but so far it does fuck all.

Haha! This is where Verbs Begins

Ok I all know you want to comment on those last two posts (Wink wink) so you can use this one, in fact what do you think of the blog, where it's going, where its been, what would you like to see more of? Say something useful at the very least...

Wait- It isn't autumn is it?!?

Lastly, Moments.

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It’s just a leaf
But I’m the one that saw it fall
To me it’s coloured pink,
With violet wings
As it falls

For the first time
My window is solid
As it hits the ground

The ground! That bears,
The fruit of nothing
But heartaches,
For a while

My ground! That lives
A violent man inside
Whose tomb is warm
Without you little leaf,
My violet flying leaf,
For just a moment
Show my heart
Your path

-

(Sorry guys I had a moment, I HAD A MOMENT OK FELLAS?, (All clap))

Anyhoo, today I have gotten a little further. My mum wants to see our movie, and I told her she can't. Goddammit.

And I want a charachter in my story to get rabies. it just oooozzes cool,

Hard to make it make sense though, and mean something at the same time...

You have a zit!

Zits are for girls who care. I have skin, but a zit for you will always be a beauty spot for me-

-Oh beauty bullshit spot! I've been your age and I know that an ugly pussball is always going to be an ugly darn pussball... But then I was a bit of a niggerpotomas

Niggerpotomas.

Fat nigger. There's still plenty of fat niggers around believe me, You don't hear it now because in the eighties people started using ph-fat.

Not so cool,

not so cool. Your zits a zit.

That is the entire fruits of today's labour. Dialougue is hard for me.

My mum asked me today whether or not my movie was portraying women in an acceptable way. wtf, of course not, its about a boy's sexual fantasies,

Not in kansas anymore!

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In the moment
I can’t see the stars-
It’s cloudy in my arms
Again
-
As I drop the phone
The blood seeps from my eyes
My time is my surprise
And I show my age at last;
-
Write the words
By pressing buttons
That are meaningless
And in that we are the same;
-
Always slightly overdone has
Been the way for me

As I stumble though my years

-

This year's a mess

And its only me-
-The one-
To blame.
It’s all I've gained!
You are too late though,

because, as it goes,
you missed the parlour games!
-
And it looks like rain,

-

At last.

Everyone end up bothered but me

I am cleaning out my english folder. Mr Ruge said I did jack shit in in english, I got my report. Thats not true, I did more than in most classes, I also did a few odd doodles when To Kill a Mockingbird studies were at their lowest:


Mr Blue,
In the nude
Spies Mrs Tee and Dee
Getting rude,

Thats crude

-

Wordless love

It’s a lovely day for dreaming
Of birds and blue and hair,
Though I’m never one for skipping,
I’m dancing through the air

It’s so bittersweet
But oh so sweet

The nectar of my love
Has been sucked dry from the stale milk in my lungs,
Though it is hard to believe
Only now I cry,

I’ve never been happier
Happier without love!

Rarely,
But finally now
I wish I could relate to you in French words!
To think I found myself cold
Because ice don’t warm blood
A ballad for all the lives I’ve broken
Is a snowstorm of love?

So now I’m,

Sitting in cafès
Avoiding all my family
Until I want things
Then getting them to notice me
I’m so elated
I speak in loves own words

Watching a seagull
Level with the windowpane
Makes me dream of
Movie love in the rain

It’s always bitterly
Bittersweet
I am loving love for words of love

-

The situation of the Maori era


Up north they are,
Not for me
I’m Classic White,
Egg white,

You see me because I’m splattered
In a bowl,
With your milk;
I don’t care
So I stop,

-

Blackbird Pie

His lightening fingers grace the page
forever now his own
A bleessing,
dnd a hurt,
The buttons come alive

First the sizzors of anarchy
cutting throught the silk
No!
First the cry of argument
Over forever now,
spilt milk

"You cannot keep me in your arms!
I wail
and I'll slutter
The way a genius should!"

His only regret yet
His skilless rage
Their ignorance proven
He didn't learn to sticth

Fucks it up,
Good and proper,
the way a genius should

Yes... Anyway, Someone told me I was a sex god today, as a joke, but it's still bullshit.

Adobe master collection CS3

Thats the one,

Jack and Aya get to a place where they are lying on top of each other, Aya sitting in between Jack’s legs with thin cigar, Jack lying down, when Isabel walks in to tell Jack her answer, she stops and looks astonished:

Aya: Helloooo…

Isabel walks out

Aya to Jack: I am just so righty tighty aren’t I?

Jehosaphat defeats Ammon and Moab,

our unplayed movie for the film festival, is now on youtube, read the last post too

Pussycat I bet you wouldn't even know what it tastes like, you ain't a lesbian yet

My blog seems to be a dump for shit poems lately, well a while ago, I haven't posted in ages, so this post shall start off as such:


Over The Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

Great song, anyhoo. I haven't posted lately because there doesn't seem to be much wrong with me. No, not really. Drama was good, not fantastic, but good. The movie is- AHA!

The movie. Verbs, I don't know when it will be coming out, just that it will. Sometime, when we have found lots of kids that are prepared to get naked on camera. I might have to cut that scene out. Or I guess we could just take a feild trip to india and get some little prostitutes to film with. Thats terrible, I should delete that.

Anyhoo, I suck at screenplays. Its because of all the dialougue? Because I can't talk to people in real life. Thats it. Anyhoo it is very slowly coming along. Its rubbish though, I just finiashed writing a scene where Jack rips his eyes out, and its rubbish.

Really.

All about me this post is.
And I'm even self-rightious enough to make jokes about five year old indian whores, twice now.

I'll shut up.

No I won't. Everyone sucks, they have all turned into such cunts lately. Well some of them turned sooner than others, and some were always like they are, but there are lots of people who have become really bitchy all of a sudden, to everyone, and everyone has to one or another degree. Even me I would suspect, but i couldn't see it because I'm me.

If you're reading this and you happen to have turned into a bitchy cunt stop it.

I still love everyone though, well not everyone, but everyone I ever did I still do! Love you all!\

<3