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Went out with some friends yesterday, specifically Stan, Annoying midget kid, Steven, and Alex. Fun Fore All was amazing, found out I'm actually somewhere in between Alex and Annoying midget kid in DDR skill, which was AMAZING because I'm SO out of practice. Heh, if I could play as well as Alex, I'd be elated...incessantly...for the following week and a half. Anyway, Stan took a wrong turn trying to get on the highway and then I directed him back to the highway...except I told him to turn before he should have and we ended up going in the wrong direction. We turned around at the Evans City exit and got back to Wexford about 1/2 an hour later. >.< We were GOING to see a movie, but Alex is 16 and I thought I wasn't allowed to see R and nothing but Land of the Dead was showing for an hour and a half. So we ended up renting Shaun of the Dead. (yeah, R). That is an AMAZING movie.
On the highway, we had the brilliant idea to put the windows down and play the music loud enough so that we could still hear it. Some time around the Wexford exit, Alex went über-emo and, because of the noise, Stan and Steve never even noticed. I dunno, somehow the fact that he went all emo and those two never noticed and he noticed that they didn't notice and that made him more emo and I had NO FUCKING IDEA what to say to him ... I could feel that shriveled and blackened bit of flesh in my chest breaking to pieces.
And then I wrote a random little poem, that in all honesty, might be the best thing I've ever written...which isn't saying much, but I like it nonetheless. (I like the rhyme scheme too: ABCBCDCDEDEF G)
Whisper to me, my friend,
all your secrets, dark and deep.
I promise I'll not flinch or cringe.
I promise these are secrets I'll keep.
How else can you return from the fringe,
from the razor thin edge of sanity?
With a veneer of calm and cool I'll singe
the edges of your darkness, help to set you free.
You know I hate seeing you this way.
What else can I do but listen, please tell me
and I'll do it: get up and go or sit down and stay.
I hate being helpless. Tell me, what can I do?
Regardless, know this: at least this one person loves you.
On the highway, we had the brilliant idea to put the windows down and play the music loud enough so that we could still hear it. Some time around the Wexford exit, Alex went über-emo and, because of the noise, Stan and Steve never even noticed. I dunno, somehow the fact that he went all emo and those two never noticed and he noticed that they didn't notice and that made him more emo and I had NO FUCKING IDEA what to say to him ... I could feel that shriveled and blackened bit of flesh in my chest breaking to pieces.
And then I wrote a random little poem, that in all honesty, might be the best thing I've ever written...which isn't saying much, but I like it nonetheless. (I like the rhyme scheme too: ABCBCDCDEDEF G)
Whisper to me, my friend,
all your secrets, dark and deep.
I promise I'll not flinch or cringe.
I promise these are secrets I'll keep.
How else can you return from the fringe,
from the razor thin edge of sanity?
With a veneer of calm and cool I'll singe
the edges of your darkness, help to set you free.
You know I hate seeing you this way.
What else can I do but listen, please tell me
and I'll do it: get up and go or sit down and stay.
I hate being helpless. Tell me, what can I do?
Regardless, know this: at least this one person loves you.