“Storm”

Inner North London, top floor flat
All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper partitions
Modern art and ambition
The host’s a physician,
Lovely bloke, has his own practice
His girlfriend’s an actress
An old mate from home
And they’re always great fun.
So to dinner we’ve come.


The 5th guest is an unknown,
The hosts have just thrown
Us together for a favour
because this girl’s just arrived from Australia
And has moved to North London
And she’s the sister of someone
Or has some connection.

As we make introductions
I’m struck by her beauty
She’s irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and dark hair
But as she sits
I admit I’m a little bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area
Just above the derrière
And when she says “I’m Sagittarien”
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
When she says her name is Storm.

Chatter is initially bright and light hearted
But it’s not long before Storm gets started:
“You can’t know anything,
Knowledge is merely opinion”
She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis a vis
Some unhippily
Empirical comment by me

“Not a good start” I think
We’re only on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my wife
Widens her eyes
Silently begs me, Be Nice
A matrimonial warning
Not worth ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a morning
When deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front door
Or a window on the second floor.

The food is delicious and Storm,
Whilst avoiding all meat
Happily sits and eats
While the good doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly she insists
“But the human body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.”

My hostess throws me a glance
She, like my wife, knows there’s a chance
That I’ll be off on one of my rants
But my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of rocking the boat,
Although it’s becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because - like her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:

“Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy
They promote drug dependency
At the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
They are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs
When herbs can solve it?
Why use chemicals
When homeopathic solvents
Can resolve it?
It’s time we all return-to-live
With natural medical alternatives.”

And try as hard as I like,
A small crack appears
In my diplomacy-dike.
“By definition”, I begin
“Alternative Medicine”, I continue
“Has either not been proved to work,
Or been proved not to work.
You know what they call “alternative medicine”
That’s been proved to work?
Medicine.”

“So you don’t believe
In ANY Natural remedies?”

“On the contrary actually:
Before we came to tea,
I took a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller that’s virtually side-effect free
It’s got a weird name,
Darling, what was it again?
Masprin?
Basprin?
Asprin!
Which I paid about a buck for
Down at my local drugstore.

The debate briefly abates
As our hosts collects plates
but as they return with desserts
Storm pertly asserts,

“Shakespeare said it first:
There are more things in heaven and earth
Than exist in your philosophy…
Science is just how we’re trained to look at reality,
It can’t explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?”

I’m becoming aware
That I’m staring,
I’m like a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it’s the Hamlet she just misquothed
Or the eighth glass of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its stones
Can be held back no more:

“Look , Storm, I don’t mean to bore you
But there’s no such thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like reading minds
Or star-signs or tea-leaves or meridian lines
These people aren’t plying a skill,
They are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for those who claim to hear God’s demands
And Spiritual healers who think they have magic hands.

By the way,
Why is it OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Is it not totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you’re in touch with the other side?
That’s just fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify that there’s no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we fucking 2?
Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson hasn’t had facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to pricks
Like John Edwards?

Storm to her credit despite my derision
Keeps firing off clichés with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition

“You’re so sure of your position
But you’re just closed-minded
I think you’ll find
Your faith in Science and Tests
Is just as blind
As the faith of any fundamentalist”

“Hm that’s a good point, let me think for a bit
Oh wait, my mistake, it’s absolute bullshit.
Science adjusts it’s beliefs based on what’s observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you show me
That, say, homeopathy works,
Then I will change my mind
I’ll spin on a fucking dime
I’ll be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets yelling
It’s a miracle! Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory!
And while it’s memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow forgets all the poo it’s had in it!

You show me that it works and how it works
And when I’ve recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve Fancy That on the side of my cock.”

Everyones just staring at me now,
But I’m pretty pissed and I’ve dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a pound:

“Life is full of mysteries, yeah
But there are answers out there
And they won’t be found
By people sitting around
Looking serious
And saying isn’t life mysterious?
Let’s sit here and hope
Let’s call up the fucking Pope
Let’s go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak Chopra

If you’re going to watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so cool
because every time there’s a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a school
They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
The fucking janitor or the dude who runs the waterslide.
Throughout history
Every mystery
EVER solved has turned out to be
Not Magic.

Does the idea that there might be truth
Frighten you?
Does the idea that one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might enlighten you
Frighten you?
Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural
So blow your hippy noodle
That you would rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to Google?

Isn’t this enough?
Just this world?
Just this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable world?
How does it so fail to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and Monsters?
If you’re so into Shakespeare
Lend me your ear:
“To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet… is just fucking silly”
Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
I see trees of Green,
Red roses too,
And fine, if you wish to
Glorify Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial, condescending
Bottled-up and labeled kind of way
That’s ok.
But here’s what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant lump of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short
And unimportant…
But thanks to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long as my great great great great uncles and auntses.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting shitty
With good-looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
And butterflies on their titties.

And if perchance I have offended
Think but this and all is mended:
We’d as well be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance you’ll change your mind.

"Omg, can the world get any stupider?"

I can't believe it.

I thought that's what Universities created Arts degrees for?

Seriously, if you can't work out facebook or myspace on your own, then you are beyond the help of tertiary education.
What a mockery of Universities, and Higher Education - not to mention MASTERS in degrees.

Dear Mrs. "I Love My Family" (aka Mrs. DoubleStandard),

Now I generally try to keep these things private, but it's come to my conclusion I'm dealing with two very opinionated, bitchy, selfish, slanderous bitches, who would be all but too willing to drag my clean name through their deadly dirty mud pool.

I don't understand it. I tried to, but I just don't. I knew from day one this would happen, that I would give "it a shot" and try to be "a part of the family", and get slapped in the face (not literally, but verbally), because I don't get along, or like the beloved family Princess.

Why does the Princess get to call all the shots, abuse people, spread malicious verbal bullshit around, and yet.. we all have to take it. Princess doesn't apologise, Princess just gets to forget about it.

I don't know why Princess' upbringing is so strange. Why is she taught not to apologise, and that her actions are always justified? This could be a number of things, from causing trouble with family friends which starts feuds, or just being a bitch to her own family.
Why does Princess get the right to do what every human is criticised for?

I mean, we're not just talking verbal words here either. Princess has shown she's capable of kicking doors down! And when the receiver of the physical attack threatened to file a Police Report, he was begged not to - as it may ruin Princess' perfect life.
But, I don't quite understand.. Why is it okay for Princess to ruin other peoples lives, and not apologise for it, but it's not okay for someone to take the appropriate actions within the law to punish Princess so she finally learns?
Is this not biased?

Now, when I say I don't want to be involved in the whole issue. Why is it I keep getting dragged back in?
This is clearly between Princess and her brother. Not you, not me. But yet, you insist on sticking your nose where it does not belong. They are no longer children, they are adults. They need to behave as such, just like you do.
Cut the umbilical cords and let go. By interferring, you've just agitated it more and you have now made it impossible for reconciliation. Who knows, had you left it alone, what would happen in 12 months? Even if there was no reconciliation, at least then you'd still have a son...

But then, sometimes with how biased you are, I think you don't care about your son at all. You seem all but too willing to criticise him after all. Princess can do no wrong, it's just your son. He was naughty and a handful when he was younger, and you bring this up now when he's mid-20's. That seems a bit irrational. Everyone has their problems as a child, no one is perfect. How can you blame your son for things he did when he was a minor? People mature, learn from their mistakes and grow up... They also apologise.
But wait, Princess doesn't need to. So perhaps instead of trying to manipulate your son and call it 'teaching him', why don't you actually try to teach Princess to take responsibility for her actions, and apologise.

Ohhh right. You explained this one to me.. She has no remorse. She's just "doing it for the family", thus in your eyes, she "cares more". If she actually cared, she'd feel sorry about abusing her brother in public, with a witness (who would have testified). Regardless of the events, that sort of violence is never warranted from someone who is over 18.

What you fail to understand though is, if she actually did care about the family, she'd have apologised, or at the very least, contacted her brother much earlier than 18 months after the events. But your flawed logic labelling Princess as an Angel blinds you from seeing her flaws, and automatically makes you shoot your son down - who is just down right sick of being treated like a piece of shit.

I think Princess is a better manipulator than you. She seems to have you wrapped around her finger, to have you hanging on her every word, taking it for the gospel.

Now, you call me a liar for reiterating what you had said to me. Please, I would remember something like that, especially being that it is so darn right rude, bold and inaccurate.
Moments after our telephone conversation, I repeated it to my best friend via MSN. Please, don't go saying I'd lie to them straight after the phone conversation. You tried to place the blame on me, and you know it. I told you straight out, I YELLED at you even that I WOULD NOT BE THE ONE TO GET THE BLAME FOR IT.
I am not the one who caused the rift in the siblings, nor am I the one who encouraged it. Sure, I don't like Princess, so fucking what? Princess has not done anything to warrant my liking her, nor has she made any effort to speak to me. It says a lot when I've spoken to Princess' Husband (or is it Ex-Husband now?) more than I have her.
Yes, I didn't like her in High School. But I never said - quote - "I hated her guts all along". You over dramatised it, yet again.
Yes, I don't have to like her - and I don't. But why press the issue when I said I would tolerate her. That's what I'd be doing. I'm not going to sugar coat it for you, are you not mature enough to handle the truth?
My attitude is far from disgusting. If you want a disgusting attitude, take a look at what your Princess did. I did not kick a door down, she did. I have not said I will not socialise with her, I have not said I will cut her off from our lives, and I never said she would not be allowed to talk to her brother.
So before you lecture me on what's disgusting, shut the hell up and take a look at your own dirty laundry and child's attitude. As far as I can see, my parents have brought me up well. I am a mature, moral and educated woman. Not an abusive, spoilt-rotten brat.

That being said, I'm also an only child. What's her excuse?

Now, I will paste parts of an e-mail conversation to a very dear and close friend of mine. I will not name them, but they are very familiar with the incidents, and the people involved.

About "Mrs. DoubleStandard":
"Well, I told her she should drop the whole thing, because by doing this she's just going to further aggravate him (Princess' brother). I also said she knew what he was like, why push him?
Doesn't matter if you're right or not, she claims she wants to get the family back together. Would she rather have her son cut her off too, then she can further ruin the ties in her family?"
Self explanatory really...

"Then, she keeps pushing the matter, and refuses to listen, and starts rambling about how if I don't assist, and if I say, I don't wish Princess to know where he lives, I'm making things harder, thus aiding in their relationship break down of the family."
1. He didn't want Princess to know either
2. It's a direct violation of our privacy.
3. We do not know where Princess lives
4. Their relationship is already damaged. I did not aid it in any way.

So naturally, I was very angry. I had a go at "Mrs. DoubleStandard". Am I wrong in doing so? It might be a little bit rude, but how would you like being told you're helping causing something, when you never took part in it...
Princess' address is still private. "Mrs. DoubleStandard" claims that Princess invited her brother around many times - this is a flagrant lie. Princess has moved recently anyway... why do we not know where? Why does Princess get to learn the known location of her brother - who is the victim of physical abuse?

Now the best part I think about all this is, "Mrs. DoubleStandard" begins saying how if her son doesn't learn the basic interactions with other people, many people will have a problem with him, and many probably do.
But please, let's take a vote. How many people have had issues with Princess?
I know of more that have issues with Princess than they do her brother.

From my e-mail:
"Most people know he can be a bit of a tard head. Everyone can be a bit of a tard head. Generally, if you can't accept someone for who they are, you move on and are not friends. But most people who he speaks to get what he's like, and understand that. They know he's a good guy deep down. Why can't his own mother see this?
I just responded to her with, oh and Princess doesn't have any issues? You say so many people have issues with him, yet I can name oh so many that have issues with Princess. FFS. I mean, if that's getting over looked.. Why can't half of hiss petty bullshit with people she supposedly knows get over looked?
As far as I know, he's not a two-faced backstabber to anyone - which is why people know straight out if he doesn't like them. Princess on the other hand will be all smiley, and the stab you in the back as soon as she gets a chance"

Now, another thing about "Mrs. DoubleStandard" is that she is always hiding her real intentions. Her real intentions were not to visit her son, her real intentions was to set up a ploy to have Princess and her son talk - not on her sons agreement.

Further from my e-mail:
"If she was just truthful about her intentions to begin with, there'd be no issues. But instead she has to manipulate every situation and bring in emotional bullshit. I'm not responsible for this, I don't see why I had to suffer an hour and half conversation which was mainly pointing the finger at her son, slandering her son, and other nonsense. "

"Her response? Oh I'm sure I can find people who backstab that don't like me too. That doesn't mean much.
Oh? Really? So it's different when it's her son? She's not favouring anyone at all.. no way. "

Now, at this point. I've just had about enough of it all. This is really petty, immature, and unjustified bullshit.

"Besides the point really, I don't think "Mrs DoubleStandard" has shown she's much of an adult either, but refusing to accept my reasons and justifications, and my feelings. However, if she's making "irrational demands", they're perfectly fine to be unjustified. I think that's utter bullshit. She needs to drop the double standard, stop the abuse and the childish games and get the hell over herself.

I've told him I will not longer be around when his family visits, if they ever do. Mainly his parents, of course. Because I figure the best way to avoid the bullshit, is to avoid the bullshitters."

I am not allowed to have reasons if they violate her plans in manipulation. That's idiotic.

I am not willing to partake in nonsense like this, become someones pawn and give up my free will. If you want a daughter-in-law who gossips behind peoples backs (like you and princess), behaves like a child (like you and princess), lies through their teeth (like you and princess), and refuses to admit when they went over the line (like you and princess), then you may as well go and have another son. I don't think your son is so easily manipulated he's going to listen to two emotionally abusive females, who think being female gives them the right to destroy peoples free will.

Please stop using the justification of "I'm doing it for the family" too. If you actually cared about your ties with your son, who is family, you'd not have pushed it this far.


Btw, like you said, Get over it. It happened 18 months ago, stop pushing your son into making up with her. Maybe it's just not going to happen. Oh, and you weren't even involved. So stop taking sides, and start acting like a real mother should.

I only hope I never treat my children this badly and unfairly. It's cruel, abusive, and only makes the child you criticise constantly hate you more...

I think I've had my say. Feel free to comment on it, and I'll add more another time. But that's pretty much everything I wanted to get off my back.

Yours truly,

******* *
-- Not getting her name dragged through your destructive mud trail.

Just saw an ad on TV for Women's Day, an utterly stupid magazine. Anyway, one of their 'selling' headlines was; "Pauline Hanson tells her story, my true love dumped me 6 weeks after proposing", or something along those lines.
They had a picture of a different guy, god knows who he was, and her being all 'lovey dovey'.

I have a couple things to say about this;
1. Wasn't David Oldfield the love of her life?
2. How many guys does she 'love' or find to be her 'true love'?
3. How many 'love stories' does she want to sell to make a quick buck?
4. Why is the Australian magazines even bothering with this washed up racist?

I don't get why women would want to read about a stupid, brain dead, racist slut!

I guess this just further proves these magazines are full of shit, and shows how pathetic they really are. They focus on the stupid, trivial shit, which quite frankly does not impact anyones life in the slightest, pay a brain dead moron money for the story, and don't focus on her actual political career and policies, which if they did, a whole lot of women wouldn't be saying "Oh, poor Pauline!".

It's things like this which piss me off about the Australian media.

Gots me a new budgie (on Tuesday 3/6/2008) to keep Janus company.

He's a grey and white bird, not sure on the specifics... unless anyone wants to give me the proper name? (I think Ceri would be the only one to have a clue!)

Anywho
( PIX )

As you might know, Apollo is also a Roman God name. I picked it mainly to keep a 'theme' going on... with it being the only other Roman God name I really like, that isn't too lame.

Anyway, sleep time for me. I have a big day tomorrow!


Edit: I just realised I never actually posted about Janus on here before. I got Janus a few months ago, after Oscarian passed away.

Anywho... ( Janus )


Second Edit: For those who think Apollo is not Roman, wikipedia says otherwise!
"In Greek and Roman mythology, Apollo (in Greek, ????????Ap?llo-n or ????????Apello-n), is one of the most important and many-sided of the Olympian deities. The ideal of the kouros (a beardless youth), Apollo has been variously recognized as a god of light and the sun; truth and prophecy; archery; medicine and healing; music, poetry, and the arts; and more. Apollo is the son of Zeus and Leto, and has a twin sister, the chaste huntress Artemis. Apollo is known in Greek-influenced Etruscan mythology as Apulu. In Roman mythology he is known as Apollo."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo
So yeah, :P

Muse - Sunburn

Come waste your millions here, secretly she sneers
Another corporate show, a guilty conscience grows


I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
I'll feel a guilty conscience grow


She burns like the sun, and I can't look away
She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake


Come let the truth be shared, no one ever dared
To break these endless lies, secretly she cries


She burns like the sun, and I can't look away
She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake


I'll hide from the world behind a broken frame
I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame
I'll hide from the world behind a broken frame
I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame

In Flames - Clayman

Your self control makes me feel alone
I've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today
I've lost the perfection, a mess without words
As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore
The image I project is living in me
The picture that I scanned is borrowed

After the education, you stopped making sense to me
Seems to me that it's all the same, time and time and time and time again
Slowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lie
To aim and miss, my supernatural art
Spending too much time with myself
Trying to explain who I am

How come it's possible?
I wish there was a way
I feel so invincible
I'm the sculpture made of clay

I need someone to break the silence
before it all falls apart
I need something to cling onto
before I break you in parts

So afraid of what you may think
And all the plastic people that surrounds me
I have to find the path to where it all begins
To teach the world my supernatural art

How come it's possible?
I wish there was a way
I feel so invincible
I'm the sculpture made of clay

In Flames - Biosphere Lyrics


Slowly the winter wind tears my skin
Blood freezes in my veins
I wish you were here beside me
To release me from my pain
Last night you promised me
You were still in love with me
Please come set me free
From my misery

I love you
Truth be told
I'm completely numb
It got this way
I don't know how
I just can't figure it out

Please talk to me
What do you want me to be?

Last night you promised me
You were still in love with me
Please come set me free
From my misery

I love you
Truth be told
I'm completely numb
It got this way
I don't know how
I just can't figure it out

Please talk to me
What do you want me to be?

Slowly twists my pride
Freezing as I die
Coldly I fade away
My life cannot be saved
Slowly the winter wind tears my skin
Blood freezes in my veins
I wish you were here beside me
To release me from my pain

Please try to remember me
Lord please send help for me
Trying, can't you see?
Why must this be?

Please talk to me
What do you want me to be?

Oscarian passed away last night.
I was the last person to see her.

All I want to say is RIP Oscarian, I'm going to miss you terribly.

I know it sounds stupid, because to a lot of people it's "only a bird", but Oscar was and always will be my beloved budgie.

I'm going to miss having her peck at my keyboard, chew on my necklace, and my earrings. I'm going to miss her kisses - yes, she gave kisses.

I'm going to miss seeing her eyes light up when I greet her. And I'm sure Jeffery will miss her terribly as well.

So Rest in Peace, I know you're probably in a better place now. But you'll be missed, and I won't forget you. There's no way I could ever forget a Budgie with personality and compassion like you.

- Melissa

I just got a letter in the mail confirming my acceptance to RMIT University, to study Biotechnology.

I'm pretty happy. Actually, I'm stoked!

Now I just need to find out if I can study part-time off-campus, if I get this Department of Education job (then I won't have to be off-campus, just part time), and defer for 6months (because I'll be at VCAT full-time for a bit, if I can't study off-campus).

I'm quitting Safeway too. While I'm happy about that, I'm a bit worried now lol.

GUiLTY 0R iNN0CENT
heres is The Guilty Game.
Guilty or Innocent are your answers. Have Fun!!

1. Dated outside your race?
Guilty

2. Gotten a hickey?
Guilty

3. Dated your best friend?
Innocent

4. Sang in the shower?
Guilty

5. Spit in someone's drink?
Innocent

6. Opened your Christmas presents early?
Guilty

7. Seen "The Goonies" more than 10 times?
Innocent

8. Had more than five REAL boy/girlfriends?
Innocent

9. Ran through the sprinklers naked?
Innocent

10. Ate food that fell on the floor?
Guilty

11. Went outside naked?
Guilty

12. Been on stage?
Guilty

13. Made someone cry?
Guilty

14. Been in a parade?
Innocent

15. Been in a school play?
Guilty

16. Drank beer?
Guilty

17. Gotten detention?
Guilty

18. Broken into a house
Innocent

19. Gotten a tattoo?
Innocent

20. Gotten piercings?
Guilty

21. Cried so hard you threw up?
Guilty

22. Gotten into a shouting match?
Guilty

23. Been skinny dipping?
Innocent

24. Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?
Guilty

25. Laughed so hard it hurt?
Guilty

26. Tripped on your own feet?
Guilty

27. Cried yourself to sleep?
Guilty

28. Cried in public?
Guilty

29. Thrown up in public?
Guilty

30. Lied to your parents?
Guilty

31. Skipped class?
Guilty

32. Slept with 10 or more people?
Innocent

Going to Sydney on the 19th for 3 days with Chelsea.

ALL I NEED TO TAKE IS SPENDING MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

WOOOOOOT!~ FREE TRIP!

What a weekend!

Geelong won the AFL Premiership. Good on them, they've suffered long enough!

If not only Geelong winning the AFL grand final... Melbourne storm have now also won the NRL Grand final.

2007 is definitely the year for Geelong and Victoria!

MSN Conversation with my friend:

Danny - sullied & unusual says (10:14 PM):
stupid internet
Melimoo says (10:14 PM):
aww
Danny - sullied & unusual says (10:15 PM):
sorry, i think i just put something disgustingly emo power pop in there.
Melimoo says (10:16 PM):
O.o
Melimoo says (10:16 PM):
its called emo power pop now?
Melimoo says (10:16 PM):
starts are pop punk, turns to emo, then emo core, and emo screamo, now emo power pop!?!?!?
Danny - sullied & unusual says (10:17 PM):
well i invented the term just then.
Melimoo says (10:17 PM):
Oh, liek most other Emo terms?
Danny - sullied & unusual says (10:17 PM):
it's like, power pop. which is normal pop, but on speed or E or something.
Danny - sullied & unusual says (10:17 PM):
but for some reason, all the emo kids listen to it
Melimoo says (10:17 PM):
Emo kids don't need drugs, they just need Razor blades


Another joyful moment:

Danny - sullied & unusual says (10:19 PM):
but yeah, the music itself isn't bad when you're in the mood for fluffy crap.
Melimoo says (10:19 PM):
ajhahahahahahaha
Melimoo says (10:19 PM):
See to me fluffy, is hippy wiccan's pretending to be white witches
Melimoo says (10:19 PM):
now cross that with Emo
Melimoo says (10:19 PM):
LOL

Are you a slut?

Easy It's not really a challenge to get you into the sack. Some might label you as a slut, but only for the reason that they can't get what you can. :)

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