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| What Tha??? |
| 02.27.04 (9:22 am) [edit] |
Well I said that I wasnt going to post anymore but I gotta post this.. and I dont know what I'm gonna do because every time I get up away from this pc I wind up sitting in the living room.. wondering what my pc is doing.
Missing my pc...
Longing for my pc...
Remembering the feel of its delicate keys beneath my fingertips,
The round voluptuous roller ball on its oh so cute mouse, Gazing into its enormous wide open eye into this other demension, beckoning to come and release all of these thoughts I keep burried in my mind.
"click" "click"
Goes the mouse as I press "Sign On"
AAAHHHHhhhhh the insanity!
Someone please take this fucking thing and smash it..
Smash it I say to you!!!!!
I should be out frolicking in the graveyards, photographing something beautiful, taking a walk through our small town observing our simple yet intoxicating everyday life here.
I should be doing anything... anything I TELL YOU!!!
But I sit here with all of these thoughts, ideas, beliefs, and idealologies running through my mind,,, screaming in the background for more room outside my rapidly diminishing capacity for thought.. Thoughts piling onto thoughts,,, higher and higher,,, where will they all go???
Here,,, in this realm of forgotten thoughts...
This is where they must go..
Typing typing typing.. still typing until
they are spilt here on the fucking screen for me to sit back and have some twisted enjoyment in the reallization of their reallity..
Insanity I tell you..
This is an evil plot of some sort...
Get the fuck out of my Head!!!
Where are you coming from???
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| Ahhh Just Babbling |
| 02.27.04 (8:26 am) [edit] |
Well It looks like I'm gonna get out this weekend and take some time away from this pc... I think... I mean if I can control myself I'm not going to sit down here and start on anything. I will however leave my internet connection on and my messengers up in case anyone needs to email or IM me... lol.. yeah I got it bad...
Anyway... for those of you who don't know I have a site that I post all of my artwork, photos, and writings in.. I have a few actually.. I get alot in my head and I need to let it out and the web design is a good way of expression.. the bitchy witchy link is where I stem this blog from so here they are:
http://www.geocities.com/cotton_candy_68" title="http://www.geocities.com/cotton_candy_68" target="_blank"http://www.geocities.com/cott...
http://www.geocities.com/bitchy_witchy68" title="http://www.geocities.com/bitchy_witchy68" target="_blank"http://www.geocities.com/bitc...
http://www.geocities.com/embraceintro" title="http://www.geocities.com/embraceintro" target="_blank"http://www.geocities.com/embr... we have purchased web space for this site but we haven't moved yet.
Thanks See Ya At The End Of The Weekend Hopefully
Angie
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| Outta My Head (Poetry) |
| 02.26.04 (10:50 pm) [edit] |
Get the fuck out of my head!
Banging constant banging..
Thundering in my mind
Crazy fucking monotonous muttering
What is that you want to say
Mumbling constant mumbling...
Whispering in the shadows
Opressive narcotic objects of my thoughts
Rambling on inside my brain
I puke you out into existence
Leave me you vile receptions
Tiny little insinutations provoking imagination
Constant thoughts driving me insane
Are you happy now you are born
I give you to the world to see
Redundant collected reflections spilt onto paper
Motionless urgency for acknowledgment attained.
Copyright©2004 ANgela D Brown
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| IrishRed? |
| 02.26.04 (5:46 am) [edit] |
Well someone named IrishRed sent me like 100 tbucks and a really nice email...
So I bought this star field and some other stuff..
Thanks alot...
Thats really sweet!
Angie
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| This Sucks!!! (Rant) |
| 02.25.04 (8:27 pm) [edit] |
Well this is not a good thing!!!
I'm just now getting started and TBlog has already screwed me..
What thaa???
I had like 40 tbucks right.. and I bought rain for my blogs.. -25tbucks.. I copy and paste the script and it doesn't work.. what a rip off... thats soooo unfair...
Freaking Loosers!!!!
I had 15 tbucks left and I wanted to put that password protection on there... and everytime I click on it it openes up a preview window but doesnt give me the option to purchase it...
What a scam,,, you freakin,,, stupid,,, tblog,,, bloggy,,, doo doo heads!!!!!!!!!
That's not even right!!!!!!!! :x
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| Good Idea |
| 02.25.04 (7:47 pm) [edit] |
Ok I can already see that I am really going to like this..
I can just type in what I want to say and someone else does all the dirty work for me.. lol..
So Cool. more time for me, without the hassle of all the html I have to do to keep up the blogs on my sites..
Yes you Blog Gods this was a great Idea...
We are truly blessed by you..
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| You In the Graveyard (Writing) |
| 02.25.04 (6:49 pm) [edit] |
Thinking about us alone together in the graveyard...
Cold granite, warm skin, soft lips, hard masculintiy..
My mind is racing with tantalizing consiousness of you..
The scent of peaceful quiet and foreverness,
The stillness quieting my thoughts.. all along your entire presence quiets my spirit and this neverending restlessness that haunts me...
Just to have you near me,,, so still is my heart...
Almost as death that is around us.. so am I, at long last..
I am comforted,,, a undenied sense of my own mortality,
Yet in your kiss I am Immortal,
Sands of time spilling, falling, seeping through my hands,
I once fumbled to catch it, to hold, to keep it safe,
Now I long to feel it slipping through my fingers,
With this newfound intoxication, to experience every grain of sand, in every moment that consists of you,
I watch the sand disappear into forever away from me
Knowing that it is beautiful, and I am no longer sad to see it go...
For with every particle that I allow to pass out of my reach, I make room for more, even more precious and more full of life than the other.
If I do not let it go, then I make no room for others,
Each passing day is a new beginning of a different life..
Every morning is a start of what will soon be the end..
And I long to cherish every moment that may pass through my fingers... and memorize each piece, forever holding it in my memory.. but only in my memory...
It must be set free..
Just as you make me feel when we are together.. free..
And I will remember all of these moments,,
Be it simple to complex converstations,
Moments wrapped in passion or maybe even tender touches amongst the stone markers..
I will remember you..
Copyright©2004 ANgela D Brown
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| When You Say Fuck (Writing) |
| 02.24.04 (3:27 pm) [edit] |
I love the way you say fuck..
The way you wiggle and squirm in pleasure from my touch
from my kiss.. from my tongue on your neck..
When I hit a soft spot and that word comes whispering
From your lips it sends waves of dark seduction across me
And I get a sensation of utter lust and desire.
Almost uncontrolable, I can't contain myself,
Knowing that I could inflict that much pleasure in you
Causes pleasure to burn with me.
Just as your eyes are etched inside my mind,
That heavy breath gasping out that word.. Fuck..
Rings in my ears in moments that I think about touching you.
Copyright©2004 ANgela D Brown
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