Writing is not easy. It is a lonely, and oftentimes unappreciated endeavor. But I have to keep creating, I have to keep trying to organize all the beautiful, chaotic things into some pattern....
It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
It takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose someone you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
I will try to fix you
The pledge ...
Often the one serene thing that gets me through each day .
The one thing that never changes, that endures time .
The one thing I can trust, can count on .
When I reenter reality just in time
to sight the doleful tragedy of tears,
I pause and wish I could do something
other than sit, and watch, and wonder
whether it could be any simpler,
or any more insufferable .
I smile, imagine, and think of a time
when we can share this empathy,
a time that will never come .
~~~~~
I should be ticked off..
I should be frustrated..
I ought to break down crying...
But I think I'm finally happy.
" He was not happy . He was not happy .
He said the words to himself .
He recognized this as the true state of affairs .
He wore this happiness like a mask
and the grrl had run off across the lawn
with the mask and there was no way
of going to knock on her door and ask for it back . "
Why did I fail to finish my blog
when I so affirmed I most certainly would?
Do you want to know the real reason?
The hard, cold truth?
Because I was lost.
I had lost myself,
become lost in my work;
then when my work was lost,
I became lost in the world.
And I was losing hope,
until, like I said in the poem
I worked so hard writing
but have nothing to show for it,
it reached such an unbearable significance
that I stopped caring about
what used to matter to me above all.
And, as was expected
yet unpredictable,
when I stopped caring whether
I gained my life back,
it walked straight into my arms.
In any case, today's date adds up to 17,
so I suppose it will make for an adequate substitute .
And I shall provide a bonus post afterward,
for compensation .
~~~~~
The worst feeling in the world is forgettance,
of anything, good or bad .
So above all, always just remember .
Remember what ? Everything .
Only your memory lives on,
so make it a good one .
Please, please .
For the love of gahd and all that is good and holy,
please .
Make memories while you can,
save every happy thought,
create limitless remembrances;
so that you can look back,
when your life lacks that excitement
of which it once was so full,
when your days have lost that spark
which used to make them so worthwhile,
and you can smile to yourself,
and cry, and laugh, and say, oh,
so this is what life is all about .
Just as I am doing now .
When it seems I have begun to resort
to that attitude I had back then
that led to such disillusionmen
dispute and disconcertion,
I suddenly think of my blog
and all of my work, and I say,
oh, how silly of me .
My life subsists not in the present,
or perhaps not even in the future,
but always yet here in the past .
~~~~~
You really make me wonder,
whether in truth I should be missing you .
But I see you with him,
and I bite my lips,
and I grit my teeth,
and a firm grasp enlivens my fists,
and I say, never mind .
Amores, para siempre .
Forever, your silent love .
This is a story of a sole number,
and how it totally changed my life .
This is a story of stunted growth .
This is a story of trying to find myself,
to riddle out the shadow of my identity .
This is a story of discovering the world,
of learning more about religion and belief .
This is a story of struggling to get by
in a world which restricts all freedoms .
But above all, this is a story of love .
This is a story of never giving up;
of reaching for what you want,
even when no one, not even yourself,
believes you deserve the right to have it .
This is a story of being torn
between the people who accept you
and the people who make you happy .
Find the secrets hidden within .
Guy Facts:
When a guy calls u
he wants to be with you
When a guy is quiet,
He's listening to you...
When a guy is not arguing,
He realizes he's wrong
When a guy says, "I'm fine," after a few minutes,
he means it
When a guy stares at you,
he thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world
When you're laying your head on a guy's chest
he has the world
When a guy calls you everyday
he is in love
When a (good) guy say he loves you
he means it
When a guy says he can't live without you
he's with you till your done
When a guy says, "I miss you,"
he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else
There were two nuns...
One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM), and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL).
It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.
SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants.
SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.
SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most? What can we do?
SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster.
SM: It's not working.
SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing. He started to walk faster, too.
SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.
SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both.
So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.
Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried about what has happened to Sister Logical.
Then Sister Logical arrives.
SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here! Tell me what happened!
SL: The only logical thing happened. The man couldn't follow us both, so he followed me.
SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?
SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.
SM: And?
SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me.
SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?
SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.
SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?
SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.
SM: Oh, no! What happened then?
SL: Isn't it logical, Sister?
A nun with her dress up can run faster than man with his pants down.
And for those of you who thought it would be dirty, say two Hail Marys!
Getting married for sex is like buying a 747 for the free peanuts
Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it.
Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like.
But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money.
Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it,
you probably won't either.
Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.
--Camille Paglia
Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships.
--Sharon Stone
According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable
undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women.
They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful.
--Robert De Niro
There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men
are having allergic reactions to latex condoms.
They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem?
# Lord, grant me chastity and continence... but not yet.
St. Augustine
# I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.
Tom Clancy
Condoms aren't completely safe. A friend of mine was wearing one and got hit by a bus.
When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute
To hear many religious people talk, one would think God created the torso, head, legs and arms, but the devil slapped on the genitals.
Sex on television can't hurt you unless you fall off
There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. People should be very free with sex, they should draw the line at goats. ~ Elton John
If you use the electric vibrator near water, you will come and go at the same time
Why should we take advice on sex from the pope? If he knows anything about it, he shouldn't!
Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
An erection is like the Theory of Relativity - the more you think about it, the harder it gets.
I'm not cheap, but I am on special this week
i almost cussed out some one i have loved since ever i feel so bad right now my head wants to explode the thoughts that went in and out of my mouth were hideous and rather rude and i never thought i would do something like that i am so terribly sorry >< mary i hope you understand but yea its my fault not yours i am really sorry i wish you could understand but i can't even begin to explain my self its just to hard all i can say is i am sorry i can barely touched to keyboard i am shaking horridly beyond my control sorry if there is typos but hey i don't want to stop typing because i don't want to i feel as if i hurt some one so bad that i don't even understand what i did and i can't remember what i said to mary and what makes it worse is i am still not over her >< i am sorry i did't mean to ramble on like this i don't want to eat my stomach is sick i sound over dramatic i probaly am my head hurts and it is not a migrane of any kind it just hurts * logest personal diary entry ever >< ) and to best that my eye is starting to bleed my arm is going to soon and argh i can't think i am just sorry ok sorry for every thing i can't take really anything any more >< i am just so down that i can't even work right my grades have slipped by 25 percent and so on i am jus so sorry that i can't do anything right any more i can't think i think i have repeated a few things by now my whole body is shakeing ill be up all night ill probly walk out side and burst into tears its sad when one such as i always helping has his own times of depression i won't cut my self atleast i hope but what ever i do i hope it helps ill idk anymore ack its 2:21 in the morning >< chaos is rambling and geno is going to his window sill to cry already ahead of them both &.& but yea ill continue this when i feel better idk i feel like writeing a poem or something maybe i will gah no life don't suck it is decent
For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced
each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from
Heaven.
"You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them,
"that I'm going to give you a special gift. I'm going to bring
you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do
anything you want." And with a clap of his hands, the angel
brought the statues to life.
The two approached each other a bit shyly, but soon dashed for
the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling,
laughter, and shaking of branches. Fifteen minutes later, the
two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces.
"You still have fifteen more minutes," said the angel, winking
knowingly.
Grinning even more widely, the female statue turned to the male
statue and said, "Great! Only this time YOU hold the pigeon down
and I'LL shit on its head."
On Christmas morning a cop on horseback is sitting at a traffic
light, and next to him is a kid on his shiny new bike. The cop
says to the kid, "Nice bike you got there. Did Santa bring that
to you?" The kid says, "Yeah." The cop says, "Well, next year
tell Santa to put a tail-light on that bike."
The cop then proceeds to issue the kid a $20.00 bicycle safety
violation ticket. The kid takes the ticket and before he rides
off says, "By the way, that's a nice horse you got there. Did
Santa bring that to you?" Humoring the kid, the cop says, "Yeah,
he sure did." The kid says, "Well, next year tell Santa to put
the dick underneath the horse, instead of on top."
A young teenaged girl was a prostitute and, for obvious reasons,
kept it a secret from her Grandma. One day, the police raided a
brothel and arrested a group of prostitutes, including the young
girl.
The prostitutes were instructed to line up in a straight line on
the sidewalk. Well, who should be walking in the neighborhood,
but little old Grandma. The young girl became frantic.
Sure enough, Grandma noticed her young granddaughter and asked
curiously," What are you lining up for dear?" Not willing to let
grandma in on her little secret, the young girl said that some
people were giving out free oranges and that she was lining up
for some.
"Mmmm, sounds lovely," said Grandma, "I think I'll have some
myself," she continued as she made her way to the back of the
line. A police officer made his way down the line, questioning
all of the prostitutes. When he got to Grandma at the end of the
line, he was bewildered. "But, you're so old, how do you do it?"
Grandma replied," Oh, it's quite easy sonny, I just remove my
dentures, and suck 'em dry".
If you don't believe in oral sex, keep your mouth shut.
Impotence: Nature's way of saying "No hard feelings"
Please tell your pants it's not polite to point.
If that phone was up your ass, maybe you could drive better!
Don't be sexist, broads hate that.
Saw it... Wanted it... Had a fit... Got it!
Constipated people don't give a shit.
Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
My kid got your honour roll student pregnant.
To all you virgins... Thanks for nothing.
If you can read this... I lost my trailer.
Your just jealous cause the voices are only talking to me.
I have the body of a God.... Buddha.
So manny pedestrians...
Eat right, exercise, die anyway!
Illiterate...W
Cover me... I'm changing lanes.
Boldly going nowhere.
Body by Nautilus, brain by Mattel.
If sex is a pain in the ass, then you are doing it wrong.
Honk if anything falls off.
If we quit voting, will they all go away.
Heart attacks... God's revenge for eating his animal friends.
We are all prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. It is a burden that all people endure, that all people despise, and that few people ever learn to escape. -D.D. "Exile"
Spirit. It cannot be broken and it cannot be stolen away. A victim in the throes of despair might feel otherwise, and certainly the victim's "master" would like to believe it so. But in truth, the spirit remains, sometimes buried but never fully removed.
The physcial powers of the body cannot be separated from the rationale of the mind and the emotions of the heart. They are one and the same, a compolation of a singular being. t is in the harmony of these three-body,min
How many tyrants have tried? How many rulers have sought to reduce their subjects to simple, unthinking instuments of profit and gain? They steal the loves, the religions of their people, they seek to steal the Spirit.
Ultimately adn inevitable, they fail. This I must believe. If the flame of the spirit's candle is extinguished, there is only death, and the tyrant finds no gain in a kingdom littered with corpses.
But it is a resilient thing, this flame of spirit, indomitable and ever-striving. In some, at least, it will survive, to the tyrant's demise.
Spirit. In every language...in every time and every place the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience, and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken, and it cannot be taken away. -D.D. "Exile"
Does anything in all the world force a heavier weight upon one's shoulders than guilt?
Guilt resembles a sword with tow edges. On the one hand, it cuts for justice, imposing practical morality upon those who fear it. Guilt, the consequence of conscience, is what separates the goodly persons from the evil.
But there is another side to the weighted emotion. Conscience does not always adhere to rational judgment.
Guilt is always a self-imposed burden, but is not always rightly imposed. -D.D. "Sojourn"
Life is a balance. We tend to forget that as we go blithely from day to day. We eat and drink adn sleep adn assume that we will always rise up the next day, that meals and rest will always replenish us. Injuries we expect to heal, and pain to lessen as time goes by. Even when we are faced with wounds that heal more slowly, with pain that lessens by day only to return in full force at nightfall, even when sleep does not leave us rested, we still expect that somehow tomorrow all will come back into balance and that we will go on. At some point, the exquisite balance has tipped, and despite all our flailing efforts, we begin the slow fall from the body that maintains itself to the body that struggles, nails clawing, to cing to, what it used to be.
So many people , it seems , stick themselves into the same routines, going through each day's rituals with almost religious precision.
They become creatures of simple habit. Part of that is the comfort afforded by familiarity, but there is another aspect to it, a deep rooted belief that as long as they keep everything the same, everything will remain the same. Such rituals are a way to control thte world around them,but in truth, they cannot. For even if they follow the exact routine day after day, death will surely find them. D.D.
Courage.
In any language, the work has a special ring to it, as much, I suspect, from the reverent way in which it is spoken as from the actual sounds of the letters. Courage. THe word evokes images of great deeds and great character; the grimset of the faces of men defending their town's walls...;the resilience of a mother caring for young children when all the world has seemingly turned hostile.
Courageous people do not surrender hope.
-D.D.
One night, he decides to bring his girlfriend home for a little fun.
They
have bunk beds and the guy notices that his little brother is already
asleep
on the lower bunk, so he and his girlfriend climb up to the top bunk..........
As you
might expect things start to heat up.
The guy remembers that his little brother is sleeping below so he tells
his
girlfriend to whisper "lettuce" if she wants it harder and "tomato" if
she
wants a new position.
Lettuce!!!
Tomato!!!
Lettuce!!!
Tomato!!!
Lettuce!!!
Tomato!!!
She screams.
Lettuce!!!
Tomato!!!
Whoa!!!
PULL IT OUT!!!
PULL IT OUT NOW!!!
I can't get pregnant!
Then the little brother shouts up, "Hey, would you guys stop making
sandwiches up there! You're getting mayonnaise all over my
face!*!*!*!*!
yea nothing new today just a bunch of random things that are like totaly annoying but beyond that my days pretty well so far besides the fact that i am frusterated because i can't think straight anyway bbl
It costs one skill to learn to speak and understand the spoken language and another skill point to learn to read and write a language.
Not all Classes can learn to read/write languages, yet all can learn to speak them. Please see the various skill pages for classes for which classes can learn to read and write.
* Costs 2 skill points to learn to speak or read/write this language
** Costs 3 skill points to learn to speak or read/write this language
*** Costs 4 skill points to learn to speak or read/write this language
Ancient, Elven* ...... (AE) The now dead language of the Elves that eventually became the current Elven language
Ancient, Faerie* ..... (AF) The language now dead that splintered into the various Faerie languages
Ancient, Draconic*** ..... (ADra) The language now dead that has evolved into High Draconic
Ancient, Dwarven* ..... (ADw) The language now almost unseen or heard that evolved into Dwarven
Angelic ..... (A) The language most used in the planes of Heaven
Bugbear ..... (B) The language used by Bugbears and is a bit annoying to hear
Cat, elven ...... (CE) The language of the Elven Cat uses parts from both Great Cat and Elven
Cat, great ..... (CG) The language of sounds that most great cats use to speak
Common ..... (None or C) The language that most people know, also thought of as the Human or trade language
Demonic ..... (De) The language most used in the planes of the Abyss and Hell
Dog, blink ..... (BD) The language that has been adopted by most intelligent dogs
Draconic* ..... (Dra) The language used by Dragons to speak to each other, but is very difficult to learn.
Drelven ..... (Dr) The language used by the Drelves, it is a dark language spoken in the depths of the earth
Drider ..... (Dri) The language used by the part spider beasts kept as slaves and workers by the Drelves
Dwarven, Bili ..... (DB) The language used by Bili Dwarves, often considered the High Dwarven language
Dwarven, common ..... (Dw) Used by most Dwarves and has some slight resemblance to Common
Dwarven, dark ..... (DD) Used by the Dwarves that live at the furthest depths of the earth it vaguely resembles Drelven
Dwarven, hill ..... (DH) Used by Hill Dwarves it bears a Slight resemblance to Elven
Dwarven, mountain ..... (DM) Used mainly by the Mountain Dwarves
Elven, common ..... (E) The common form of Elven that most know
Elven, fire ..... (EF) Used by the Fire Elves it bears a great resemblance to Drelven
Elven, high ...... (EH) The formal language of Elven kind, it is very flowery and graceful
Elven, water ..... (EWa) Used specifically by Water Elves
Elven, wood .... .(EW) Used by Wood Elves it blends in with forest sounds easily
Faerie, common ..... (F) Used by most faeries, it is a fast paced language
Faerie, giant ..... (FG) Specific language to the Giant Faeries, it is slower than most faerie languages
Giantish ..... (Gi) Used by Giants of all types with varying accents
Gnomish ..... (G) Used by Gnomes
High Draconic** ..... (HD) The formal language of Dragons it is even harder to learn than Draconic
Merfolk ..... (M) The language used by the Merfolk, it is considered very beautiful
Orcish ..... (Or) Used by Orcs it contains many strange sounds others find annoying
Ogre ..... (Og) Used by Ogres it contains many grunts and groans
Pixie ..... (P) Used by Pixies, normally spoken very fast
Sprite ..... (S) Used by Sprites, a fast paced language
Sygoon ..... (Sy) Used by Sygoons it sounds a lot like Draconic but is much easier to learn
Water ..... (Wa) The common under water language used by Merfolk, Water Elves, and Dolphins
Wereish ..... (W) Used by the were creatures and shifting races
* Costs 2 skill points to learn to speak or read/write this language
** Costs 3 skill points to learn to speak or read/write this language
*** Costs 4 skill points to learn to speak or read/write this language
To use these languages, other than Common which is the language assumed to be used, type (XX) in front of what your character says to show which language they are speaking. Ex: (E) I like speaking in Elvish as it's such a beautiful language.
Another form of speech, is mental speech. This is indicated by using ~~ before and after the thought that is sent out mentally. If you do not state a specific name before it, (or TPO for To Party Only on a quest,) then all with in distance can hear it. Only magical races have this ability to speak, but all can hear.
For good role playing most players have an explanation of how their characters came to learn these skills, which often is something they began learning or saw in quests.
speak to me if u want to join chaos castle or no ^^
and yes i know draconic high draconic and A- draconic