MOOP!

Post 10 Facts about yourself in your journal. Then post this sentence and see how many people do the same

Lesse...

1) I much prefer to make up my own curse words then use the standerd set. Baring my own, I like to use ones I've picked up out of books. Thats why I ocassionally say sheka, d'arvit or flarg when I'm pissed off. Also why I use Yaak as a curse word. Blame Eric for that one. (no not you Mac and tuna.)

2) The Night Santa Went Crazy was the first Weird Al song I ever heard.

3) I have a most excellent scar on my back due to heart surgery at the ripe old age of 2 and a half. It's shaped more or less like a cresent, and I rather like it.

4) I talk to myself CONSTANTLY. Everytime I walk home by myself, and sometimes when there are other people as well, I'm talking to myself. It's nice, never being alone.

5) I have pseudo-plans for a webcomic running about in my head. The problem is, I'm not sure if I've really got enough focus for it.

6) I never use the caps lock key. Ever. I just hold shift down when I need to shout something, even if it's a damm long message.

7) I have a figure of Bernard the wild thing sitting on my dresser. He is way cool. I actually have several action figure type things, Bernard the wild thing, The Black Spy, Cutter Leetah and Cutter's wolf...dammit, can't remember the name right now, it's been a while since I've read Elfquest.

8) A good swingset is one of the most cruicial factors to my happiness. I need to be able to, when I'm in a crappy mood, go and just swing and think, and have my mind settle itself.

9) I get motionsick pretty easily. It's finally gotten to the point where I haven't thrown up on a long car ride since the big trip, but I do get to the point where I feel as though I might, espceially if I read something.

10) I have a couple hundread over a thousand cranes hidden in my room. I really ought to do something with them, seeing as their all pretty and whatnot.

~Sorceress

MOOP!

So I walked to the store, because I wanted a Apple.
an Orange
and an organ.

I wanted to see what it was like
Looking at the hearts.
So I went.
And I did.
And as I stared at the hearts, some nice and soft and large
Others small and hard
I pulled my own out to look
And was confused

My heart was large
And it was soft, and clean and loving
But it had a part
Darker
and harder
like a stone, shoved into my heart.
It scared me.

An old woman came over and looked at it
and looked at me
"oh no dearie, you don't want that one.
Get one without a bruise
one which hasn't locked itself up.
That one
that ones bad
It's got love.
But no romance."
And I looked at her
And at my heart
and I left.

It's different, having this heart
Having love
love for people, love for those who amaze me
love for my families and friends
yet no romance
and no way to get any
for my heart is scarred.
and therefore
I am alone.
And will stay there.

Stephanie, please don't hate me for writing this. I thought your was so clever and interesting and i just wanted to see if I could play with the concept, and try and put my own spin on it.

I don't know if I did it very well.

For everyone, go here to read the original poem.

It's much better then mine.

~Sorceress

MOOP!

Just got kind of board...listening to Sweeny Todd...such a crazy musical. I love it, even though I've never seen it.

So in that vein...

[Poll #415280]

~Sorceress

MOOP!