Conquest- Conquista!
He was out top make a conquest el buscaba una conquista
Didn't care what harm was done No importaban lol demas
Just as long as he won Solo queria ganar
the prize llenar
Conquest- Conquista!
She was just another conquest Una mas de sus conquistas!
Didn't care whose heart was broke No creia en el amor
Love to him was just a joke No tenia corazon
'till her looked her in the eyes Hasta que ella Lo miro
And then the strange way things happen Y extranamente las cosas cambiaron
The roles were reversed from that day Ya nada fue igual para el
The hunted became the huntress La preses se convirtio en cazador
The hunter became the prey El cazador se convirtio en presa
Conquest- Conquista!
Now you know who made the conquest Ella gana esta conquista
She, with all her female guile Su destreza de mujer
Led him helpless down the aisle Disminuido de hacer
She had finally made a conquest Fue me facil La conquista!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
My... Such a complicated Potato.
I'm an American because of potatoes.
My mother is Irish, and I would not have been born in the current form
had it not been for the potato. The Irish moved in waves to American during the potato blight
had they not, I wouldn't be here. Some other sperm would be writing this blog. or not.
I mean given the chances, you'd think the hardest part is over. Millions of sperm vs. the lone solitary purple potato of an egg. What are the odds? We are here. The hardest part is already over upon birth. And as cell division tells us is that; From the moment of birth we are all in a constant steady state of decay, entropy.
so really, really....should he scrutinize the swimmers. The flagellates. Mind you the word Flagellate comes from a group of Italians hell bent upon whipping themselves to drive off the spirits causing the black plague.
Your already dying; all of us, regardless of the packaging. Not only that. We are all from the same stock. A star exploded and here we are. So isn't love and life on giant process of incest? Not to mention we are all hermaphrodites at first. It is complicated enough. Too complicated for this spud. I say...draw the line further down the road and then you will begin to laugh at those who draw lines at all.. Laugh Lines...Pay jazz, improvise; stop the contemplation you hermaphroditic flagellating spud!!!
I'm an American because of potatoes.
My mother is Irish, and I would not have been born in the current form
had it not been for the potato. The Irish moved in waves to American during the potato blight
had they not, I wouldn't be here. Some other sperm would be writing this blog. or not.
I mean given the chances, you'd think the hardest part is over. Millions of sperm vs. the lone solitary purple potato of an egg. What are the odds? We are here. The hardest part is already over upon birth. And as cell division tells us is that; From the moment of birth we are all in a constant steady state of decay, entropy.
so really, really....should he scrutinize the swimmers. The flagellates. Mind you the word Flagellate comes from a group of Italians hell bent upon whipping themselves to drive off the spirits causing the black plague.
Your already dying; all of us, regardless of the packaging. Not only that. We are all from the same stock. A star exploded and here we are. So isn't love and life on giant process of incest? Not to mention we are all hermaphrodites at first. It is complicated enough. Too complicated for this spud. I say...draw the line further down the road and then you will begin to laugh at those who draw lines at all.. Laugh Lines...Pay jazz, improvise; stop the contemplation you hermaphroditic flagellating spud!!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
once upon a time
there was a purple potato
purple potatos are the kind of thing that come every so often
not too often so you overlook their existence
and not too seldom so you notice them too much
purple potatos are the kind of potato you notice a bit but forget about after a while
sort of like the hottie you see on the bus every-so-often
you are perfectly aware of him
but you don't want him to know
you want him to think that a girl like you has better things to do than drool over a hottie
but you don't
too bad
you think about him time to time, wondering about him personal life
but after a few weeks you forget about him without knowing you've forgotten
purple potatos are kind of like of that hottie
except you don't drool over them
okay, maybe you will, when you're very very very hungery
but you definitely don't think about their personal life
this purple potato was special
it wanted to have a personal life
most purple potatos don't do anything more during their life than mope around waiting to be eaten or daydream about what's going to eat them
another thing about purple potatos is that they are completely open with each other
purple potatos do not keep secerts
purple potatos do not have anything personal either
it's an unspoken rule between themselves
this rule, however drove this particular purple potato nuts
it hated the experience of being boiled with other purple potatos in the pot
it hated the feel of laying down with other purple potatos in the huge freezer
it absolutely hated being packed with other 'select' purple potatos in a plastic bag
but what was a purple potato to do?
so our sad sad purple potato would lie sardine-like in the plastic bag and let it's mind wander on how it hoped *the lonesome trail to the motherly warmth would be
(*the lonesome trail to the mortherly warmth can be translated into down the digestive system and into the dirt)
unlike the other purple potatos in the bag, our tragic hero looked forward to a trail of solitude
it did not look upon the future with horror
it saw it as a long waited for chance to create it's whole new personal life
there was a purple potato
purple potatos are the kind of thing that come every so often
not too often so you overlook their existence
and not too seldom so you notice them too much
purple potatos are the kind of potato you notice a bit but forget about after a while
sort of like the hottie you see on the bus every-so-often
you are perfectly aware of him
but you don't want him to know
you want him to think that a girl like you has better things to do than drool over a hottie
but you don't
too bad
you think about him time to time, wondering about him personal life
but after a few weeks you forget about him without knowing you've forgotten
purple potatos are kind of like of that hottie
except you don't drool over them
okay, maybe you will, when you're very very very hungery
but you definitely don't think about their personal life
this purple potato was special
it wanted to have a personal life
most purple potatos don't do anything more during their life than mope around waiting to be eaten or daydream about what's going to eat them
another thing about purple potatos is that they are completely open with each other
purple potatos do not keep secerts
purple potatos do not have anything personal either
it's an unspoken rule between themselves
this rule, however drove this particular purple potato nuts
it hated the experience of being boiled with other purple potatos in the pot
it hated the feel of laying down with other purple potatos in the huge freezer
it absolutely hated being packed with other 'select' purple potatos in a plastic bag
but what was a purple potato to do?
so our sad sad purple potato would lie sardine-like in the plastic bag and let it's mind wander on how it hoped *the lonesome trail to the motherly warmth would be
(*the lonesome trail to the mortherly warmth can be translated into down the digestive system and into the dirt)
unlike the other purple potatos in the bag, our tragic hero looked forward to a trail of solitude
it did not look upon the future with horror
it saw it as a long waited for chance to create it's whole new personal life
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Why not call it Virgin Power?
V.P.
Victory Paunch
Viscious Pillate
I think we need to speak to jesus about this. I don't know Jesus biblicaly, true I walked in his foot steps ( a few of them literally) and felt a strong kinship for his mother but no, we never really spoke. I'm pretty sure he plays lead guitar and I think lead guitarists are annoying. The only Jesus I know hates (no, deplores) the fact that she has a name like his....Yes. The Jesus I know is a woman (Yeshuah) and she currently lives in Hawaii and we speak every so often. She prefers to be called Hannah and she is a most interesting woman. She can speak hebrew and was given the historic name of Jesus by her father because he was certain she was going to be born a boy (she hung low in her moms belly) the name Jesus translates to Joshua, which becomes Yeshuah which means Salvation. Pretty heavy expectations to lay on a kid if you ask me.
I've asked her to post on this blog and she told me she would rather drink Jack Daniels. She is recently proud of the fact that she has invented a recipe for silencing roosters. I think she is the perfect candiate to answer your question regarding Madonna physics. And I will be asking her shortly.
In my work, yes, Madonna is a force, actually she is singularity. She was the first myth. The first gossip, she is the blood of all living things, why latinos (mostly catholic) will vote for Hillary Clinton in Texas. more to come---
V.P.
Victory Paunch
Viscious Pillate
I think we need to speak to jesus about this. I don't know Jesus biblicaly, true I walked in his foot steps ( a few of them literally) and felt a strong kinship for his mother but no, we never really spoke. I'm pretty sure he plays lead guitar and I think lead guitarists are annoying. The only Jesus I know hates (no, deplores) the fact that she has a name like his....Yes. The Jesus I know is a woman (Yeshuah) and she currently lives in Hawaii and we speak every so often. She prefers to be called Hannah and she is a most interesting woman. She can speak hebrew and was given the historic name of Jesus by her father because he was certain she was going to be born a boy (she hung low in her moms belly) the name Jesus translates to Joshua, which becomes Yeshuah which means Salvation. Pretty heavy expectations to lay on a kid if you ask me.
I've asked her to post on this blog and she told me she would rather drink Jack Daniels. She is recently proud of the fact that she has invented a recipe for silencing roosters. I think she is the perfect candiate to answer your question regarding Madonna physics. And I will be asking her shortly.
In my work, yes, Madonna is a force, actually she is singularity. She was the first myth. The first gossip, she is the blood of all living things, why latinos (mostly catholic) will vote for Hillary Clinton in Texas. more to come---
today, during phyics class, we were learning about energy
why do people try to discribe energy in a few short letters?
it doesn't make sense!
energy should be like love
everybody tries to explain it, but no one really can
a bundle of energy just seems too...
undiscriptive
how big a bundle?
how long can it last?
what about the quantity?
then i was struck by a flash of lightning!
the only correct way to measure energy is by
(drumroll please)
MADONNAS
isn't it brilliant?
let me explain
a madonna of energy
provides enough for the craziest extrovert for 50 some years
it may wear down a little at the end
but when one has a madonna of energy
they can turn to other ways to keep it flowing
(try looking into yoga or other religious activites)
why do people try to discribe energy in a few short letters?
it doesn't make sense!
energy should be like love
everybody tries to explain it, but no one really can
a bundle of energy just seems too...
undiscriptive
how big a bundle?
how long can it last?
what about the quantity?
then i was struck by a flash of lightning!
the only correct way to measure energy is by
(drumroll please)
MADONNAS
isn't it brilliant?
let me explain
a madonna of energy
provides enough for the craziest extrovert for 50 some years
it may wear down a little at the end
but when one has a madonna of energy
they can turn to other ways to keep it flowing
(try looking into yoga or other religious activites)
Sunday, March 2, 2008
today i had a complete new realization!
reading is exactly like eating!!
isn't it absolutely amazing??
what i've been doing recently is that
i try to go on a really really strict diet of textbooks
what happens is that after too long a period of dieting
i start to wear thin
so i start reaching for anything near
(like people reaching for anything from the bag of chips of the chocolate bar)
anyway
recently, i've found myself grabbing for these juicy dramatic novels
it's like yoyo dieting isn't it?
is there any way to exercise the reading habit?
lol
deep down... i truly hope not
and about juicy dramatic novels
they made me figure out that
anyone who has to need to read
must be a gossip deep down inside
i don't care if they hide it under billions of layers of sophistication
they are still
deep down under there
a gossip
it's what drives people into turning the next page!
reading is exactly like eating!!
isn't it absolutely amazing??
what i've been doing recently is that
i try to go on a really really strict diet of textbooks
what happens is that after too long a period of dieting
i start to wear thin
so i start reaching for anything near
(like people reaching for anything from the bag of chips of the chocolate bar)
anyway
recently, i've found myself grabbing for these juicy dramatic novels
it's like yoyo dieting isn't it?
is there any way to exercise the reading habit?
lol
deep down... i truly hope not
and about juicy dramatic novels
they made me figure out that
anyone who has to need to read
must be a gossip deep down inside
i don't care if they hide it under billions of layers of sophistication
they are still
deep down under there
a gossip
it's what drives people into turning the next page!
The psychologist with which we speak spent months researching the various fashion districts in Japan. She was particularly drawn to the Harijuku district. With the goths slumming around the train station, the baby dolls hanging around the elitist shopping mall in d. town tokyo; she wondered why some youths felt the need for dressing up like electrified tropical fish? Her conclusions were that this was a backlash of being made to wear uniforms in schools for x amount of years and likened this color explosion to behavior patterns no different from Montana wolves who have endured long winters. With the coming of spring, it seemed that wolves are sometimes known to go on mass killing sprees. Killing livestock not for the purpose of eating but for the fact that well...they are wolves on display, being wolves. Is High School a long winter? If pushed to one extreme do we not violently swing in the other direction like mad pendulums bent on breaking the clock?
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