New blog

Hey,

Everybody who goes to this blog (the few of you) I have a new blog. So head over there, it's called www.Theforestrain.blogspot.com .

That is where all my posts will be.

something cold

What have I found that makes me so cold? I am not shivering, but I am cold.

I have found something out that makes me frozen. I cannot move.

The essence of it creeps into my mind. The thought is haunting. The thought of the thing that freezes me.

I have not found a ghost or something insensible, I have found something real. To real, it's to real.

It penatrates me, so I am no more than an ant. It crushes me. The horrid thing that makes me so cold, is more suffocating than anything.

And I cannot get it out of my head.

Why, I ask, did I find it out, it is more than I can handle. It will drive me insane if I have it any longer, if I keep the thought.

It drives me, like a slave master. Why did I find it!

What makes it impossible to leave.

I cannot answer all my ramping and ravings, I cannot calm them. And why not? Because this thing has drained my streangth.

I am crushed and I have no hope.

But a light springs up, it is a light that can penetrate what has penetrated me.

The only thing that remains for me is to have it.

But will I have it, or will I shun it.

Forest river

It's a green forest. With branches blocking my way. The orange light of the sun, trying desperatly to brake through the branches.

No path leads me, I make my own way. Thorns scrape my bare legs, creating deep indents. My bloody legs go on, my arms pushing forward into nowhere.

I hear a hiss, a familiar one. I stop, grab for my knife. I strike into the air. There on the ground lays the long, thin body, dead.

On I walk. My foot falters, and I fall. Into deepness, darkness. Water floods into my mouth. I swim upwards. But before I reach the top, I fall asleep, deep, unnatural sleep. And I sink, sink down to the mirky bottom.

Running

You are running away from nothing. Chasing the unknown.

You run for the rainbow, but you can't reach it. You try to count the stars, but you can't count them.

You give up. But what does it help you? Why do you do it?

Becuase you have no reason in life. You have nothing to lean on. Nothing to base your life on.

There is reason to it though. There is a reason in life.

Don't you understand, don't you get it. Somebody died for you. He made a way for you to reach a perfect place, with no suffering, no hurting, no crying.

But why did He do it, why?

Because He loves you, a deap pure love. A binding love. An everlasting love.

But why did He have to die, you ask.

Because you and everbody else are deeply evil, and He is completly pure, holy, perfect.

That is why he died, because you could not be near a pure God when you are dirty. Like a rat in the presence of a Queen.

It's incredible.Uneversal.Beautifull.Radient.True.

A picture from on my bed facing the curtains. I think it looks so peacefull, or what ever you like to call it.













The clouds are SOOO pretty right here.
















Doesn't it look weird, its my cup, her name is spotty spotted spot the second. Spotty spotted spot the first broke so I got this one.















Sorry about the tree beeing sideways, I do not know how to change it, so you will have to bend your head around to see it. Oh, and any way, if you are wondering were that tree is it is in my neiborhood. All the rest of my neiborhood looks a ton more watered.








This is my cute cranky dog. Hahaha, she is praying. (:








Well, I hope you like all the pictures. I have other ones, newer ones, but I do not want to down load them onto the computer. ~lazy~ So you will just have to wait.

Hello

Well hello, I know, it has been such a long time since I posted. It's horrible.

Lots to say. But I don't really want to say it all, all I want to do is soar through a rainbow and forget everything below. It would be fun, but then you would have to come down sometime. And then you would have to be below again, with the common things, that are not sudden or adventuresome. Or at least not in the way its wanted to be. There are many adventures in this world today, except we do not see them because to us they are not so unordanry. They are adventures non the less though. And not pleasant ones most of the time. But then, what does it matter if they are unpleasant or gross, we do have the strongest power on our side. Who thinks all are adventures nothing, but just little things that he can so easily help us with.

Well I must go and soar through the rainbow of sleep, and then come suddenly down unexpectedly and have to trudge out of bed to the adventure that awaits me throughout the day.

Guess, remeber, what have you forgotten?

Yes, it is told, and retold. Yet forgotten.

One day, maybe a few, maybe not so much, it will happen.

There will be a trumpet sound. Blast. Colors.

Some will go others will stay.

Good for those who go, bad for those who stay. Good. Bad.

Fire or trophies. Live or die.

You choose.

My eye! I know, isn't it just scarry! But I think its cool to. (well I am not sure iff cool is the word. but something like that.) I like this picture a looooooooot. I took it from in the car, tell me what you think about it.
This, umm... well... its... I guess you could say I like it in a wierd way.

Tell me what you think of them.

Look at some of the pictures that I took!

Like you need to comment!

You guys are so creapy. You never ever comment on this coool, like really coooool blog. It is a driping buldog cool.

Ok do any of you guys have cats? Well, let me get my point through, I usauly HATE cats. So if you want to keep your little meow meow cat alive you probably want to keep it away from me.

I saw this person in Whataburger this morning that looked like a pug nosed pupy. He was so cute, especialy when he chews. Ohh, it was just so cute. I mean HE was just so cute. I wanted to pat his head, or scratch his belly, agh, yuck. Ok, Shadi was right: I AM SICK.

So I am burnt out on hot cakes. (After being called it.) Unless they themselves get burnt. Then I am not, me myself is not, burnt out on them.

Hamburgers and hot dogs. Dogs and cats. Male and female. Sofa and couch. Den and living room, and drawing room. Cleanex and tissue. DVD and video. Green and yellow. Triangle and square. Oval and circle.

Now I get it! People do not post on my coucanut blog because its so stupid and boring.

Ahhh, but I know one person who will read it. That is WONDERGIRL SHADI! (how do you like your new name Shadi?)

Ok, I am doing mooing lessons. Who would like to goin. Well your first lesson is this.

When somebody starts to freeze you say moo. So they think your an animal and stop freezing you.

That was a lesson taught to me by none other than WONDERGIRL SHADI!

Well since your so stupified now I will let you go and get yourself unstupified so that you can come back later and get yourself stupified again.

MOOO, ohh that was close. Somebody started to freeze me. That was so totaly scarry. But now I am ok.

I'll have to shake off my gitters by looking at a poochy face that clips its finger nails. So dude, now I am going to say BYE.

BYE!!!!!!!!

Like, ya

Ok. So you will never ever guess what I did this week.

I did school. Hahaha, see you never guessed. You know what? "What?" I here you say. And then I say. Know your stuck with it. Now you have to get somebody else to say what, and then there stuck with it.

So ya, you should read that over again out loud. So then you really get stuck with it.

So I need insperation. I don't know why. Like way why. Or maybe I'm just the wayward pig.

You will never ever guessed who called me hot cakes. ( unless you are Shandi of Shadi ) It was like the weirdest thing. The person ( he was a guy, and hopefully he does not read this ) is like so imature ( for his height at least ) I mean. Who? Like who? Like really who would tell that to me? Well I guess it is up to you to guess.

Ok, so I heard that like somebody did somthing? Was I right. Ohhh! I think I was. Ohh, mooo.

Ohh, no. Somebodys freezing me. I must say moo. MOOOOOOO. Ohh, And I must get on my hands and knees. Ahh, there. They unfroze me.

So would you like to here my new song. Its called " I wanna walka, walka, walka, niki, pu, pu, pu"
This is how it goes.

Once dere a girl who held your hand and took you to de fishy land,
Dadadada, Dadadada,
And you were to happy fishies,
And then you both said,
I wanna walka, walka, walka, niki, pu, pu, pu,
Walka, walka, walka, niki, pu, pu, pu,
Walka, walka, walka, niki, pu, pu, puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The dadada part is to inapropreit to sing.

Well. I guess this is the end. The very mourning filled end. I am cry, but you guys are probably shouting. Shouting the end. And jumping. Yes jumping. And your doing it out of goy. For, Ohhhhh! I cannot go on or I will die of sadness.

Well bye. And a very sad one by that.

- Sobs - WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.
AODNI HJENAFIEH NADH.
HIMPH.

My Christmas

You know what I did for christmas. You will never guess.

Try and guess. But you will find that you cannot guess it right. No matter how hard you try.

No I did not open presents ( except for my stocking )

No I didn't do anything that you think I did.

I got up at three in the morning and acted like a cow with my couson. Then me and my couson mood a christmas carol to the tree. It was so fun.

(This whole post is NOT a lie.)

What did you do for Christmas?

Greetings from another planet.

We are aliens, from another world. We eat cars for breakfast, and stoves for din din.

Planes make a tasty snack.. if we're particularly famished for no reason whatsoever.

Although! Our beaks often fight with our stomachs. Don't yours?

We live in swamps, in other worlds. We fight people. We have fun.

We have a weird language. It is like this:

Wakka, wakka, nikki, nikki, pu, pu, puuuuuuuuuuuuuu. And stuff like this also:

Waaaaaaaa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, and Weeeeeeeeeeee weeeee we weeeeeee we weeeeeeee.

We have so much fun talking because we do not know what we are saying.

So greeting: or in are planet Aw wa wee wi.

Bye

Sleep

Sleep pulls me into deep dark chambers of mystery.Far away from any sign of life. Defying it is impossible. It grips me with its cold hands. I am pulled from life into sleep. Darkness envelops me. I scream with horror, yet I laugh for joy. Sleep pulls me into a secret place. A place filled with everything. Both sadness and joy. It brings me into a fairy tail. And pulls me into a horror story. When I call for sleep it does not come.When I push it away it comes. It is the worst yet best thing. I love it, yet I hate it. I never know what will be in those icy chambers of horror. I never know what will be in those cosy hallways of joy. I hate to fall into its pit. But long to walk through its castle gates.

HERE ARE SOME RIDDLES FOR YOU PEOPLE

CROSSING THE RIVER

During the Turkish stampede in Thrace, a small detachment found itself confronted by a wide and deep river. However, they discovered a boat in which two children were rowing about. It was so small that it would only carry the two children, or one grown person.How did the officer get himself and his 357 soldiers across the river and leave the two children finally in joint possession of their boat? And how many times need the boat pass from shore to shore?

A MAN AND HIS DOG

"Yes, when I take my dog for a walk," said a mathematical friend, "he frequently supplies me with some interesting puzzle to solve. One day, for example, he waited, as I left the door, to see which way I should go, and when I started he raced along to the end of the road, immediately returning to me; again racing to the end of the road and again returning. He did this four times in all, at a uniform speed, and then ran at my side the remaining distance, which according to my paces measured 27 yards. I afterwards measured the distance from my door to the end of the road and found it to be 625 feet. Now, if I walk 4 miles per hour, what is the speed of my dog when racing to and fro?"

I DO SO LOVE THE HOLIDAYS

You will know that I am coming From the jingle of my bell,But exactly who I am is not an easy thing to tell.Children, they adore me for they find me jolly,but I do not see them when the halls are decked with holly.My job often leaves me frozen,I am a man that all should know,But I do not do business in times of sleet or ice or snow.I travel much on business,But no reindeer haul me around,I do all my traveling firmly on the ground.I love the time of Christmas,But that's not my vocational season,And I assure that is because of a sound economic reason.

QUICK YET DEADLY

I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions by ocean, sea and stream.


Try to answer them all. And tell me what they are.

Words CAN NOT Express Feelings

Have you ever heard that words can express feelings. Well if you have, where ever you heard it that thing was wrong. From personal experience I have figured out that you can not express feelings by words. I have tried telling people how I feel but they do not get it. Or is it the way I say the things?

How do you tell people how you feel?

Bye

I miss you people.

This is for all the people who I never see but wish I could see.

Well I miss all of you guys. More like totally miss you guys. I miss my cousins, Lora, every one of you people who I don't ever see. And worst of all the people who I really miss hardly email me. You people should Email me more. I have been extra lonely these days for some reason. So I need you guys. I need you to talk to me. Call me on the phone, email me, chat with me on the internet. Help me not be so lonely. Well I have to go. Bye.