Black, by popular demand.
If you were wondering, the subject comes from Mekos Rose's shirt in 5th grade. The reason I remember it is because I asked my mom what that meant. She said there's a saying: "Back, by popular demand". Anywho, I got Windows 2000 Professional for 5 measley dollars! So if anyone wants a copy, you know where to get it (for perhaps some...small...sexual*ahem..favors) What can I say, I love that operating system like my own mother. Either that or I finally found a program with complicated features that I can utilize!
I would like to share a little something that happened yesterday that made me laugh the hardest I've ever laughed in my entire life. Lately I've been spending a lot more time with Carlos and Andrew, mainly because everytime I'm with them I laugh my brains out (due to one reason or another). So yesterday, me and Carlos are standing there lightin this bowl, and Andrew suddenly drops to the ground and rolls. I looked at him like he was retarded (he was) and Carlos started busting out with laughter. The way he rolled was so funny, I just imagined him tripping over a root. I had quite a good laugh. Those of you who know me know what a big thing it must be for me to laugh my hardest ever, because I laugh a lot.
Nothing new ever happens to me. Here's a poetic essay I wrote for English class.
Beauty
Many people choose to concern themselves with the question of beauty. Art is appraised on effect of beauty, women are looked upon as merely objects of affection, and some, even have the audacity to attribute such objects as cars with beauty. Such false representations of a word so pure and fine are ludicrous. The quintessence of beauty lies in its most basic, yet most majestic form: Nature.
Flowers, in a patch, no matter how mundane, capture a sense of innocence and simplicity lost to the knowledge of the synthetic world. Natural beauty, simple, yet extravagant in display, is art so divine it surpasses generations upon generations of critique and scrutiny. Frozen cliffs and weathered boulders, a part of this timeless tale of terrestrial life; replication of this purity, utterly inconceivable to the greatest minds.
Nature, the supreme architect of smell, the supreme architect of sight, and the supreme architect of order will never be fully known in this world of fabrication. Serving as the blueprint for mankind and our complex inner-workings, to hold nature out of reverence is to accept the vice of misanthropy.
Each day, I watch the pillage of beauty. Each day, I witness something so beautiful as beauty itself disregarded and soiled with filthy refuse. Even after she has given life so much and asked nothing in return, the betrayal of nature takes place every day. More disappointing than burning a painting; more perverse than destroying a home; and more inflaming than the destruction of a new car, the rape of natural beauty is the ultimate of all disasters.
So next time you ask me why I am physically unable to litter...just remember this essay.
I would like to share a little something that happened yesterday that made me laugh the hardest I've ever laughed in my entire life. Lately I've been spending a lot more time with Carlos and Andrew, mainly because everytime I'm with them I laugh my brains out (due to one reason or another). So yesterday, me and Carlos are standing there lightin this bowl, and Andrew suddenly drops to the ground and rolls. I looked at him like he was retarded (he was) and Carlos started busting out with laughter. The way he rolled was so funny, I just imagined him tripping over a root. I had quite a good laugh. Those of you who know me know what a big thing it must be for me to laugh my hardest ever, because I laugh a lot.
Nothing new ever happens to me. Here's a poetic essay I wrote for English class.
Beauty
Many people choose to concern themselves with the question of beauty. Art is appraised on effect of beauty, women are looked upon as merely objects of affection, and some, even have the audacity to attribute such objects as cars with beauty. Such false representations of a word so pure and fine are ludicrous. The quintessence of beauty lies in its most basic, yet most majestic form: Nature.
Flowers, in a patch, no matter how mundane, capture a sense of innocence and simplicity lost to the knowledge of the synthetic world. Natural beauty, simple, yet extravagant in display, is art so divine it surpasses generations upon generations of critique and scrutiny. Frozen cliffs and weathered boulders, a part of this timeless tale of terrestrial life; replication of this purity, utterly inconceivable to the greatest minds.
Nature, the supreme architect of smell, the supreme architect of sight, and the supreme architect of order will never be fully known in this world of fabrication. Serving as the blueprint for mankind and our complex inner-workings, to hold nature out of reverence is to accept the vice of misanthropy.
Each day, I watch the pillage of beauty. Each day, I witness something so beautiful as beauty itself disregarded and soiled with filthy refuse. Even after she has given life so much and asked nothing in return, the betrayal of nature takes place every day. More disappointing than burning a painting; more perverse than destroying a home; and more inflaming than the destruction of a new car, the rape of natural beauty is the ultimate of all disasters.
So next time you ask me why I am physically unable to litter...just remember this essay.