Stupid warEveryday there is a terror attackAnother troop dies in IraqOne has to wonder if there's something moreSomething more to this endless warIt's a mind game, to see who will blinkAmericans are told what to thinkLook out, they're coming for youBut wait a minute, who invaded whoI swear every day there's something newSome new color to frighten youPeople say support the troopsWave their flags and worship bushI believe time will expose this lieJust need some more Americans to die
I Want to Feel PurpleI feel so BlueBlue as Cinderella's ball gownBlue as the clothes I'm wearingBlue as my desktop backgroundBlue as my ipod's casingBlue as facebook's theme colourBlue as the tiles in my bathroomBlue as my evanescence CD coverBlue as a smurf cartoonBlue as the Israeli flagBlue as the color of Squidward's bloodBlue as an avatar dressed in a ragBlue as the town that drowned in a floodBlue as the sleepy twitter whaleBlue as the villain in 'Big Fat Liar'Blue as the scrubs that doctors wearBlue as the hottest flame of fireI feel so BlueWhat should I do?I think I'll mix a little redSo I can feel purple instead!
Cheesecheese, oh cheese, I like you cheese!I like you cheese, oh smelly cheese!with your cheesy wayshow you can please!I love you my yellow cheese.I would love you in the day.I would love you lat at night.for you my chedder cheeseI would put up a fight!you are my yummy cheese!I give my pledge to the farmso the cows receive no harmfor these creatures are the makersof my creamy cheesecheese, oh cheese, oh geez, i live you cheese!cheesecheese
50 Ways To Annoy Sabaku No Gaara1. Get a bucket full of water and throw the water at him. When he gets mad and asks you why you did that, just say you wanted to find out if he wore eyeliner or not.2. Write "LeeGaa 4ever!!!" all over his gourd. With a permanent marker.3. Take a sticky note that says "YOUTH!" and stick it on to his back (if he doesn't wear a gourd, of course. If he does, stick it on to his gourd).4. Buy a sandcest doujinshi, and lay it on his desk. Make sure his siblings find it.5. Take his Kazekage hat and throw it out the window (make sure it's a blowy day).6. Fill his gourd with water.7. Ask him if he used to hump his teddybear.8. Grab his arm, and tell him he's the cutest uke ever.9. Similiar to previous #8. Grab his arm, and tell him he's the sexiest seme ever.10. Ask him why the rings around his eyes hadn't disappeared though he can sleep now.11. Constantly remind him why he has the kanji on his forehead.12. Ask him what he actually meant by "I only love myself." *ba-du-bum-pssh*13. T
40 Ways To Annoy Link1. Run around Link like an idiot and repeat: "Hey! Hey! Watch! Look! Listen!"2. Remind him over and over that his name isn't mentioned in the game title.3. Wake him up in the middle of the night. Yell: "You have to SAAAAVE the world!" Then force him to walk to the ladder and push him off the edge. (Link lives in a treehouse, remember?)4. When he's going to pick up something, say: "Dabadabadabadabadabadaba..." When he picked up the item, yell: "Da-da-da-daaaaah!"5. Buy a Link plushie, wave it in front of him like it's doing attacks and yell: "HAAARGH! YAAA! ARRRGH!!"6. Remind him that Tetra winked at him three times in Wind Waker.7. Tell him that he couldn't do anything without Linebeck in Phantom Hourglass.8. Fill one of his bottles with sour milk.9. Ask him what kind of shampoo he uses. If he doesn't tell, pull his hair violently. If he does, buy a bunch of those shampoo bottles and throw them at him.10. Jump on to his back, and say: "I'm Midna, and you have to do EXACTLY as
No-one forgets a good teacher"Listen to me or I'll break your legs" - Steve ThompsonDear Sir. Not sir. It's automatic.Sorry Steve. Dear Steve. I'm fedOn seven years of autocraticTiffinisms: "genuflectto teachers." Seven years' emphatic Faire-sans-dire still in my head.Dear Steve. Your style was more dramaticyou taught life and art instead:Stoppard, condoms, mathematics,goatee beards and Berthold Brechtand Bigmouth Strikes Again, such iswhat you gave us, plus the threatof a half a term on crutchesfor ignoring you. Dear Steve - respect.
Project: UM Code Name: SonicChapter 1: The Secret of the Hiding ExperimentShadow and Maria were running down the hall. A gunshot rang out and Maria gasped as if hit. She slowed herself down as if feeling a great deal of pain. She looked at Shadow and saw him looking at her from the corner of an eye."Are you-""We'll worry about that later Shadow, Grandfather told me to get you out of here.""But Maria..."Now in the room with escape pods, Maria couldn't help but regret what she was about to do, she thought about the still small hedgehog hidden somewhere in the ARK, remembering that he was going to make Shadow stronger. Maria contemplated how she and the project would get to the planet as she set up the launch of Shadow's escape pod. 'I'm sorry Shadow...'Shadow gasped as one of the pods came down with him inside. "Maria, what are you doing? You have to get out of here too!""I'm sorry Shadow," she threw herself on the floor and made what she knew Shadow would always remember. "Shadow, you were created for the b
By Fifty,I'll publish or perish; find someone to cherish; move someplace phenomenal; display an abdominal physique to inspire, which I shall acquire!. . . Or perhaps, just retire.
Ode To The TsundereHe loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.He'd rather die a fiery death than kissA girl with zero sex appeal, a geek(he says it twice for extra emphasis).So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.The dissonance contributes to my doubts.Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhapsA glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.A victory for me, like striking gold.For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.
Bacon.Sizzling, salty, yet sublime,yours is a flavor most divine.A royal treat of humble reign,enjoyed by all who ache with pain.Fatty grease licked off of fingers,has a taste so exquisite it surely lingers.With a crunch, a moan, and lastly a swallow,bacon is still delectable without a trace of marrow.
'Silence'Silence never seems to be silentThe sky is alight with excitement,Particles scrambling so aberrantlyA chaotic abscess of electricity,Buzzing through walls to connect meAnd on facebook my friends all agree,I cant write for shit, poetry.