my favorite colors are black and blue
and im ******g over you

i just want to be able to walk in straight line
without obstruction
no red hand controlling my journey
no cars to threaten my path
no clots of people blocking the sight of my goal
just get me out of here for a while
get me to a place where the land
is not owned by any
and foot steps are silenced by undergrowth

personification of approval

the phrase "hold your applause"
conjures an image
of a living thing,
being held inside the fists of the audience
do not retain the creature
do not hold it, because it writhes to be free

captain koons

Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together for over five years. Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out is I'm talking to you, Butch. I got something for ya.[Holds up watch] This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first world war. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee, made by the first company to ever make wrist watches. Up until then, people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by Private Doughboy Ryan Coolidge the day he set sail for Paris. This was your great-grandfather's war watch, and he wore it every day he was in the war. Then when he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off and put it in an old coffee can. And in that can it stayed 'til your granddad Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War Two. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and he was killed along with all the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death, and he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leaving that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport named Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he had never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold watch. This watch. This watch was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured and put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch that it'd be confiscated; taken away. The way your Dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. And then he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

vincent on europe

Jules Winnfield: Okay, so, tell me about the hash bars.

Vincent Vega: So what you want to know?

Jules: Well, hash is legal there, right?

Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. They want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places.

Jules: Those are hash bars?

Vincent: Breaks down like this, okay: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but that doesn't really matter 'cause, get a load of this, all right; if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have.

Jules: [laughing] Oh, man. I'm going, that's all there is to it. I'm fucking going.

Vincent: Yeah, baby, you'd dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?

Jules: What?

Vincent: It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that we got here, but it's just...it's just, there it's a little different.

Jules: Example?

Vincent: All right. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup; I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules: What do they call it?

Vincent: They call it a "Royale with Cheese."

Jules: "Royale with Cheese."

Vincent: That's right.

Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac."

Jules: [in mock French accent] "Le Big Mac." [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I don't know, I didn't go in a Burger King.

transcribed myself, jules and his bible verse

There's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee." I been saying that shit for years. And if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking, maybe it means you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man, and Mr. 9 millimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, you're the weak, and I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd.

just watched pulp fiction again gotta make some posts about some of the more awesome speeches

i wonder what rabbit meat
tastes like?
on my keychain, is the rabbit's feet
luck it brings
but what if i grow hungry
staring at the feet...
rabbit meat.

i cant tell if im caring about finals too much or too little. Or if i should even care at all. i want to go to a good college so i guess it matters but all of my anti-societal thoughts are screaming at me "WHO GIVES A SHIT" plus the nicer the college i get into the bigger the hole of student loan debt im digging myself into. and college degrees are basically just gateways to careers, and i dont really want a career. careers are bullshit, i just want to do whatever im passionate and i just need to find that. the only reason i would ever want a career is financial stability and thats just so shallow

a set of governing expectations

it disgusts me
when people cant see importance
beyond society
theres a lot more to it than that
theres a lot more to life
its just a controlling force
bearing pressure on the shoulders
of those who are still shackled in place beneath
the massive weight of expectations
but most dont see it like that

exams week SUCKS im like oh dude i totally need to study then i get home and sit down to study and im just like................. nah. get your act together, damnit jess. like right now, i should be studying right this very instant. but look at me. ON MY BLOG. what is this sillyness good lord

blog rap (better than yours)

yea i have a blog
so kold at blogging
yea m**********r thats right
computer screen i be hogging
on my grind errday
pictures, writing, videos
yea i blog in erry way
undeniable
so much better then you
it is cry-able
suicide is the only option
that is viable
because when they compare me to you
your blog is like the flu----
BAD

THE END OF THE WORLD IS IMMINENT! you foolish nonbelievers will suffer on the day of reckoning!!! the world will collapse and all government shall fall! ANARCHY! death and suffering shall rampant, if not entirely consuming. OUR SPECIES WILL FALL. MOTHER NATURE CAN NO LONGER BARE OUR WEIGHT AND SHALL CAST US OFF HER WEIGHTED SHOULDERS we are all dead and hope is futile