DeathDefied's Xanga

Monday, June 22, 2009

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 05:27:54 GMT

Me: Alex and I are reluctant besties. See, if I saw him on the street I'd be all "that guy's a douche" and he'd be all "):" and then consume me, but then he'd start crying because of all the mean things I said about him in my memories. :3
Ellie: I'd give him a hug and a pat on the bum.
Me: Well you have fun with that. If I ever go to NYC, I'm gonna keep my eyes peeled for a fucking psycho-- OL' GREGG-- jumping rooftops.
Ellie: When I go in December. I expect to see Cole and Alex having passionate sex outside my window.
Me: Why are you hoping for yaoi betwee two men who are totally not gay for each other. DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THAT THREESOME WOULD BE LIKE?!
Ellie: WAIT. WITH ME IN THE THREESOME?
Me: No me. ):<
Ellie: ...:[ HOW ABOUT A 4SOME. WITH DISTINCT BOUNDARIES BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
Me: We could do like. One on ones. And trade when we're done with one of them.
Ellie: ...deal
Me: Sweet. Dude. What would Alex's penis be like. I mean look at the fucking tendrils coming out of his body. WHAT IF HE ACCIDENTLY CONSUMES YOU.
Ellie: no dibs on going first
Me: Well what if Cole elecrocutes you. ):
Ellie: I'll take that chance. It'll be like being with Christian Bale.
Me: Well then. Dude. No wonder Trish left him. It'd be like having sex with an electric razor.
Ellie: Worth it.
Me: Tru dat.
Ellie: Trish is a dumb whore like Sasha.
Me: At least Trish isn't a rapist. WE'LL SHOW THAT BASTARD WHAT LOVE IS. RAPERAPERAPERAPERAPERAPERAPE.
Ellie: He rapes too!
Me: ... who?
Ellie: Cole, when he bioleeches!
Me: Yeah but that's an evil trait. I'm going on the basis that Cole is a good guy.
Ellie: Oh.
Me: dude, having sex with evil!Cole WOULD be rape.

Yes, this is a normal conversation at 2 am.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 04:06:22 GMT

WHASSSUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP
I'm done with school.
And all I have to show with it is two lousy icons. ):
They're inspired by "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division
or you know
the 1000 covers of it
anyway

surprisingly those are two different pictures of my eye. lol.
yeah I don't really like the typography of the first one, but I like the duotone.
And I don't really like the positioning of the text on the second. It looked better before I reduced it to 100x100. ah well.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Thu, 14 May 2009 01:26:17 GMT

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My Name Is Jon--I mean, Jimmy.

Sun, 03 May 2009 21:12:43 GMT

My name is Jimmy
I'm carrying God’s will.
Thanks for all the bullshit.
This is how I feel.

Come take over me.
Use my body please.
Spare my family
Oh shit demonssss.
Things went really wrong.
So here’s my last song.
Lalalalala~.
Let me tell you 'bout it.

Chosen by God divine.
A blessing costs only your mind.
The angel said, "Hey, man, you got the blood."
Of course I was willing to pay.

My name is Castiel.
Gotta human meat puppet~.
He’s fresh out of batteries.
But he’s still kickin’ ass kickin’ ass~.
Tell me what I’ll do.
Voice is monotone
His goes squeakily~.
And you know what else?
I’m pure apathy,
Getting’ ready for
The end of the world
Good luck, Winchesters.

The end's not goin' as he planned.
The brothers are screwin up his plans.
One is a dick for sure
The other’s a vampire WHATTHEFUCK.

The angels are goin' home. (x4)
Yeah!

The angels are goin' home. (x3)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

My name is Jimmy.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 23:26:21 GMT

Dear Xanga:

SHIT SUX.

Love, Death.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 01:44:39 GMT

'sup Xang.
(c wut i did ther. Probably not.)

I haven't posted in a while.

I come bearing Soul Eater icons.

:D

I'm not sure I like the Maka one (the first one) because your eye is drawn to the yellow in the background rather than the pink in the foreground.
But I love the Kid one. Balance~

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 20:58:06 GMT

I sewed myself a mask
a mask of pride, a mask of hate
I wore it day and day again
I sewed myself a mask

You came to me with good intent
intent of alliance, intent of manipulation
you took my mask, ripped it off
you came to me with good intent

The rain falls softly on my roof
I can feel my heart, beating still
but somehow, I know there's no more purpose
the rain falls softly on my roof

I made myself another mask
a mask of hurt, a mask of hope
I keep it safely, keep it in hiding
I made myself another mask

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 16:49:18 GMT

I'm currently sick but grabbin' peels.

stories in 123456

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 02:25:46 GMT

I couldn't be arsed to change the spacing after changing the font to something other than times new roman

that's the extent of my laziness

now you know

The hopeless romantic

end

less

chasing

something just out of reach

chasing stars and faraway worlds

but never thinking of

home

shes green with

a burning

envy

as the sin consumes her

tender

soul

so far

but why why why

isnt she there?

as she

goes

down

comes

in strict mastery

of his

art

his _lonely_ path is barren

but still

moving

he keeps

she is a portrait of

elegance

isnt she?

no wonder he covets her

everyflip everyturn everytwinkle

she feigns

perfection

quite well

she waits

oh she waits

naked

but ready

enjoy your freedom while you can

she thinks

but she doesnt know

he thinks

im moving up

shes moving down

he thinksandthinks

its the third and final time

final

final.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:08:18 GMT

Her tiny hands covered tiny eyes

on her eleventh birthday.

"Open them, kitten," Papa murmured softly

taking her hands away.

Her eyes widened wide, mirroring her mouth,

she let out a gentle squeak.

A brand new red bicycle, just for her;

her entire body went weak.

Her golden curls bobbed up and down

matching her girlish craze.

How excited she was of this prize of all prize

of which she would covet each day!

The glimmering paint and glossy veneer

enticed her to go for a ride.

"Go on, try it," Papa murmured softly

and yes, how she wanted to try.

She gingerly climbed on the unfamiliar seat

forcing her hands to adjust.

One foot pumped, the other followed suit.

Oh, what a rush!

Faster and faster the girl dared to go,

pushing the bike to its edge,

But foolishly, she took the corner too fast.

The girl toppled over a ledge.

Her pastel dress ruined, she climbed to her feet

and examined the dirty remains

of the single bike crash that wrought so much fright

and caused her to shake in her frame.

Muddy and swollen, she began her trek back

to the place she was before.

"Where am I?" she worried as darkly lit sights

burned into her core.

The smog descended into her lungs,

choking her fledgling mind.

Men smiled down with evil intent

to see such a bounteous find.

They chased her out from the last light of day

into a muck-coated alley.

She was pushed to the ground, skinned knees and hands...

They treated her just as a tally.

They undid their belts and prepared for the feast

this yellow haired beauty would provide.

She struggled for freedom but had to submit

to their overly masculine might.

"Please be gentle," she begged to these beastly men

as they stripped her of her pride.

"It was one stupid bicycle, I didn't know!

It was just one brainless ride!"