AAh swEEt man!!?!?!?!

How's this???

May04
Sorrowful
The CoLd...

I feel it now, a unimagineable pain,
forced on me though circumstance.
It spreds every time I think about it.

I sob, and it hurts. I walk, and it hurts.
I breathe... and it hurts.
How can I go on?
Why even try?

No one can sooth this pain,
this heat that singes my insides.
No one will dare help carry this burden.

My mind wonders thankful for the silght relief.
I hear her again, over and over.
"We can't..... I can't.....
..You'll only make it worse....Leave...
...Please dont... No, I wont do it....
..Why are you being like this?...What have
I ever done to deserve this?...NOOOOO!"

I snap back and the pain floods my body once more.
I cant think straight, am I dreaming?
I stare down at my blood stained hands.
I tell myself over and over that it was only a dream...
That it didn't really happen, that I'll wake up any minute.

Bt I don't and the blood has started to flake as I
flex my hands.

My mind slowly uncoils itself.
And I start to processes the remaining debris.
I start to think of an alibi,
and where I could dump the body?

By T.Ehrman

The Deadly Affair


There were three guys standing in line to get into heaven. Just as they were about to enter, St. Peter stops them and tells them they have room for only one more person, so the one who died the worst death may enter.

St. Peter starts off with the first guy and his reply was: "I always had a suspicion that my wife was having an affair so I came home early one day to find that there was nobody but her. That is until I peered over the balcony to find a man hanging from the ledge in his boxers. I got so upset that I started stomping on his hands but he wouldn't let go. I got a hammer and started pounding on his fingers, but he wouldn't let go. Then finally I went inside and grabbed the fridge and dropped it on top of him. After I looked down to see that he was crushed to death, I felt so bad that I took a shotgun and killed myself."St Peter says, "that's pretty bad," and asks the second guy how he died.

The second guy said, "I was getting ready for my workout in the afternoon and I always do my aerobic videos in my boxers. Today I somehow slipped and fell off my balcony. Luckily, there was the balcony on the floor below so I held on to the rail. As I was calling for help some lunatic started yelling at me and started stomping on my fingers. He brought out a hammer and started pounding on my fingers, then he quit and went back inside. When I thought he was gone I started pulling myself up from the ledge and all I could see was a huge refrigerator falling on top of me and I fell with it 10 flights below, and now I'm here."St. Peter thinks to himself, 'that's pretty bad..'

The third guy was Bill Clinton!St. Peter was surprised and said, 'Well Bill, what happened to you?" Bill says, "Well, you won't believe it. Picture this, I'm naked inside a refrigerator..."

Well ain't these funny?

Give 'em the angry eyeball!!

"OH, no its Kittzillar... HELLLP!! AAAAH..."

UMMM... do you think I look good blond??

Doing absolutly nothing can be tireing...

Well there is nothing for me to really do now that my trip for the holidays is over I just have to occupy myself with the boringness of my days...

I have taken to reading though, and have found it to be a wicked destraction from the uneventfulness of my holidays. At this moment I am reading a series writen by Garth Nix, very good books! There are three as far as the series go, Sabriel, Lirael and Abhorsen (I haven't read the last one). They are about the adventures and history of a place caled the Old Kingdom, and mostly they envolve certain worriors and very dangerous evils. It is abouth death and the dead and the worriors sent to keep the dead in death... confused? why don't you go to

www.greenmanreview.com/book/book_nix_sabriel.html

and check them out...

Yeah, and I'v alos ben reading some all time favourites:

• Dan Brown (all of his books)
• Kate Tiernan- Wicca series
• Blood of the wolf
• Good girls bad women
• The sunset worrior.

SwIfT!!

Cold, Wind, Wipping across my face, where to go.
Only mountains as far as the eye can see.
A small stream ahead, sparkling in the suns rays.
A swoop, a dive, and plunge into the chilly waters,
up and out once more.
The speed quickly dries all the sparkles of the drops that were once a huge body.

Once again soring through the air, faster, faster,
the air crisp and clean! All thoughts vanished.
Only of the open spaces.
Freedom. Swifltly flying.
A falter, fatal move, and plumiting down, down,
forever falling. Swift.

Your eyes open, the sun streems in through your window.
Your dream was one you will not forget.

By T.K.Ehrman