Regrets

All the people I never got to know
All the friends I was never friends with
I will never see them again
Why do I deserve this?

I never got to hear stories
of drunken nights and unrequited love
and requited love and jealousy.

Is it an excuse to feebly try and meekly walk away?
Should I have fought tooth and nail
or was I right to stay within boundaries?
In any case,
I'm still me.
With social anxiety.
I still have strict parents.
I'm still awkward.
I still have asperger's.
I still don't understand.

I force myself to socialize.
Shutting out the all-seeing eyes.
I am unimportant. I am not a god.

I shut out the fear and look her in the eye.
I say something weird, and she isn't surprised.
Please don't leave. Please don't leave.
She leaves. He leaves. They leave.
All I want is to fade out, to dissapear.
But some divine spirit spits on me,
and I tumble to the ground,
knocking over merchandise.
And once again they all look at me.
I cry.

I thought for the longest time I had a tumor.
That some part of my brain was shut down.
That's why I get dizzy.
That's why I fear other people.
What advantage does it serve me to have evolved into this?
It's not an advantage I realize.
It's an affliction.
I enjoy the empty streets much more than full ones.
I love the solitude the forest offers.
I hate the beach more than my ironic generation.
Dickhead. Douchebag.
Sand goes everywhere
and stays there.
The water smells.
The people
The people are everywhere.
Walking.
Watching.
They see how many friends I have.
More importantly
They see how many friends I DON'T have.
The heat.
I would rather live someplace cold.

Oh God, I'm exhausted

I am a guy who likes the trees
only afraid of bees and seas
Born 8% Cree
I absolutely hate Journey
and when I ask favours, I don't say please.

As a Brit who loves his tea
It would surprise you to learn about my infatuation with Russia
My love of Bismarckian Prussia
Though they intertwine, it's always fine
to dine in old Nova Scotia.

I am an aspie, through and through
though it takes longer to tie my shoes
I'm never blue
when expected to
And I'm always the first to solve clues.

I think Harry Potter is overrated
Though I'm apathetic, not filled with hatred
I don't like what J.K. Rowling created
and that's a fact
not to be debated

The Emperor of the future bids "greetings"
You can't say no to his hello
or his firm yet calm feelings.
He's one step away from taking the day,
so don't interrupt his debating club meetings.

GIR

Desert Punk is a terrible anime

IT'S JUST NOT GOOD

I mean

I don't enjoy it

and can't stand it

when anyone says or does anything

 

WATCH GAME OF THRONES THEY SAID

NO ONE WILL WALK IN TO GRAPHIC NUDITY THEY SAID

I swear my little brother hates me

the next time I see him he'll be thrown down the stairs.

That is if he didn't lend me his comic books all the time.

Code Geass, now that's an anime

You can watch it and rewatch it and re-evaluate it

and you'll still keep realizing the fridge brilliance

The english dub doesn't make you want to rip off your ears

unlike others

EVANGELION I

AM TALKING ABOUT YOU

So Scott Pilgrim is a psychotic

he imagines his world because he can't 

bear the real one.

But that makes no sense.

It's likely that his world is real

and the false memories can be attributed to

Gideon Graves

He's not a jerk

he's just a normal guy

I don't think

anyone can say that they

have not done anything worse than Scott

and if they have,

good for them

Invader Zim.

Good show.

Though the end

dissapointed me

What does GIR stand for?

HeLLO

JOHN ATE THE DULL GRAPES
nevar again would he do thuis
nerdlihc sih devol eh esuaceB
ORACLE AND CAITIE ARE THE NEW GUARD

Ode to Ccaaiittiiee

The Oracle does not bow
To any but her lord
She has always abhorred violence
She has never held a sword
She healed with her magic
But she cast a blinding light
Her teachings and morals
Were forced upon the right
Evil was not tolerated
It was shackled in the dark
Weapons were confiscated
But not from the holy guard
All praise the Oracle
Throw away the old gods

Norse Ex Machina

"Are you aware of what these beetles are capable of?"
"I am very aware. Why else would I use them?"
"This is morally unjust. I demand you put your petty troubles behind you with your stupid beetles."
"You do not order me. We are peers, equals. You're not even in the same organization as me."
"I am not your equal. I am smarter, more experienced and older than you."
"Only until I do this! Wait, how are you still here?"
"I'm wearing your beetle-proof vest. Say hello to King Arthur for me."
"You didn't account for me doubling up on vests."
"You didn't account for me!"
"Ash, no! You don't have a vest."
"Oh no, the torso eating beetles are slowly tunneling through my skin, blood vessels, muscles and vital organs. I'm certain to die soon."
"Well, this isn't very good at all. In fact, this is a terrible situation for me to be in. As a single parent watching my only child die, I am in a very grim and unhappy state."
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Thor burst into the sewer, calling out the torso beetles. Scared of the mighty Thunder God, they flew away to Rum Island never to bother anyone ever again. Tamlyn and Ash left the Scottish laboratory to pursue their talents in less deadly careers. Lord Jeremiah Gottwald left to join an academy for pilots born of royal blood. They all lived happily ever after.

Jake and Susan

Jake is a mouse

Susan is a broom

Jake moves his nimble, fragile body with great speed

Susan sweeps.

Jake lives on scraps and anything resembling food

Susan does not eat. She is a broom. Brooms don't eat.

Jake has small beady eyes, and soft white mangy fur.

Susan is composed of Straw, twine and wood. 

Jake is a pest. They don't like him.

Susan is useful for piling dust. They know Susan fulfills her purpose with grace and durability. 

Jake lives.

Susan is a broom. Brooms aren't alive.

Bleeding and Bleeding

we aRe fAmily
come oN
all my sIsters
joiN me
we are family
cOme oN
EVErybody
sing