Wonderboy
High above the mucky muck Castle made of clouds There sits Wonderboy sitting oh do proudly.
All my little odyssey's.
High above the mucky muck Castle made of clouds There sits Wonderboy sitting oh do proudly.
The awkward moment when there's a typo in your Opuss..
Ever just have an idea and be thinking to yourself, that'd be awesome if that happened. A scenario. But then that annoying voice comes into your head, someone's probably already done it.
'Start Composing' Two little words under a big paw print. I look at them everyday, trying to obey. But I just can't seem to comply, my ideas are skint. I want so much, to share what's in my head.
This is a really friendly place, in comparison to other areas of the Internet. I wonder why..
It's strange, how I regularly just sit there, with full access to the Internet, and don't know what to do. So many things to entertain me, and I'm bored..
So I haven't done one of these in a while, mostly because I haven't been playing guitar much at all. I've finally gotten used to the damn F chord, bastard that it is. Can use it alright in songs.
One does not simply share their opinion online..
"I'm the youngest, because I'm only four. Grandad's the oldest, he's nearly dead." -My brother Matthew I couldn't stop laughing the look on my Grandad's face. (he's only 67).
Face to face I'm a very poor communicator. I stumble over words, don't know what to say, I stutter.
Flipping the pillow over to get to the cold side, heaven. One of the ways I know summer has arrived..
For years I've had my own little practice of every six months or so I'd put my pillow down the other end of the bed and sleep that way instead.
My mind melts at the sight of you. All my colored emotions running together into one vibrant mess. I never know what to say anymore, I just hope that the color to pour from my mouth is love..
I'd love to invent a word. That'd be sytimafrectic..
My favorite word is surreal, just search it in Google images and you'll see why..
I'm kind of turning this into more of a blog then anything else, so I'm sorry for not any real writing. I just spew out occasional insights to me.
Sometimes I just think of everything stupid I've ever done, all at once. It's a stupid thing to do.
The awkward moment when something is not made in China.
Why are there so many kids on this. It seems every second person I see is between 10 and 13?.
I had written something, but then I realized I was just writing it, because I felt like I had to post something. That's not how it should work..
So I was just cycling along, about to cross the street so I go down the curb and bam. Faceplant. Hurt like hell, forehead and nose is all cut up.
Published my first proper poem today, not very good but it means something to me. I wrote it in less than two minutes, having no intention of ever doing so.
I feel like my mind is burning out a wick on a stick of dynamite, waiting to blow Everything being crammed in at once, information I don't want but I'm told it's necessary The stress is too much, I...
So I'm going to write a short story about a train and it's passengers. It's going to delve a slight bit into each of the different people. Any suggestions for characters?.
How is it that whenever I go to be creative, I'm not, and whenever I'm in the middle of doing something, I have an idea that I'm going to forget later.
The awesome moment when you've had a song stuck in your head all day and your finally alone to listen to it..
So paper thin one real feeling could knock you down. -Dido.
T'was the night before christmas,. And all was quiet. The cookies were out,. As well as a carrot. Young Jimmy O'Hugh,. Awake in his bed. Crept downstairs,. A thought in his head. He thought of Santa,.
I'm not learning in these walls that you have supplied. -Collective Soul.
All those things everyone thinks only they do. I'm afraid to give an example in case I really am the only one..
To me, the greatest gift is to be heard..
"What State did you live in?" "Denial" -Calvin.
I've smoked cannabis, and I've eaten m&m's. Let me tell you m&m's are so much more addictive..
I want to be known by people I don't know..
Today when I was lying in my chair with my hot chocolate resting on my arm rest. I noticed a little ripple in the hit chocolate, and soon realized it was my heartbeat. Made me smile..
My worst fear about this app is that someone I know will find me. That'd be awkward, people I know are much more judgmental..
As the Internet goes, there's a lot if nice, decent people in Opuss. No one really criticizes too much, and people are supportive. I like it.
Before you judge someone, walk a mile in their shoes. So when you do judge them, you'll be a mile away and have new shoes..
So for an English essay coming up, I can write whatever I want based on one image. I'm probably going to do a short story of some kind, and suggestions for images?.
White people can't say nigger cos it's racist. But black people can. Isn't that in itself very racist?.
I was an unwanted, very expensive accident..
I just woke up from a dream where with polar bears. I never thought about them much before but I got to go over to one. Most vivid dream I've had in a while..
Continuing with my guitar blog, I'm learning "street spirit" by radiohead.
Rarely, very rarely, do I find someone on the Internet I agree with..
Which is me. Me that I'm ashamed of and hide, or what I show on the outside. The two are intertwined. Both I guess, just not sure which is the more dominant..
Musical nostalgia has recently become my favorite feeling. I got an album the other week, and I absolutely love it. Sounds very familiar but I had no idea why.
"A little bit of knowledge can destroy you." -Radiohead.
Home finally. It had just been one of those days where for no apparent reason I just had to get off. To ejaculate.
Trying to teach myself guitar, might blog a small bit about it. "What have I become. My sweetest friend. Everyone I know, goes away in the end"-Johnny Cash Trying to learn that song at the moment..
It's always somewhat flattering when someone follows me on opuss. Maybe I make it out to be much bigger than it is but it's nice knowing that they think I'm someone worth listening to..
It's sad how I have so many secrets I'd keep hidden from my closest friends, yet share with strangers anonymously online..
In this world nothing is original, except Pringles original. -Wheezywaiter.
Reality continues to ruin my life. -Calvin.
Di too badoom be go dee Gu goo fligoogigoo, Gafligigigoo, badii. I gigolo gi o goo googi do badiiiii. Fligoogigoo, ga fligoogiO Mamma Lucifer!. -Tenacious D.
Trying to be inspirational really isn't very inspirational at all.
I like this app as it is now, lots of people but not too many people. Makes me feel more unique..
Using this I decided I'd post whatever popped into my head. Shortly after my mind went blank. It won't work under pressure it seems..
Sometimes I just pull my knees up to my chest, and tuck my head in. Cos that's just how I roll..
I think il leave dying til last. -Wheezy Waiter.
A violent shudder and buzz from my headrest wakes me. After the mini heart attack groaning I grab the glowing device from under my pillow. I need to start leaving this somewhere else.