I'm fucking pissed. My parents made me go get an eye exam over the summer and now I have to wear glasses. This sucks! I'm so going to murder someone.... But atleast I still can manage to look good... and I can see...

Today is my 666th day on NG! Your asses better fucking run before Satan himself springs up from the ground and causes global chaos after borrowing my lucky sledge hammer collection... and probably giving me a new guitar that looks like a goat head and some lessons in exchange for a few souls. XD

I've been using the internet so much that I forgot that the letter "b" was just an upside down "p" and thought that Nick was some sort of wizard that used his magic powahz to make smiley faces like this =b instead of the traditional =P ... lol. It took me ten minutes to figure out that he was just switching the p with a b. I feel so stupid now.

Completely unrelated vid:

LOL, Death Note parodies. =b

I'm about to make a fucking wall of poems...

Starting with this one I just found in my 4th grade notebook. I made a few minor modifications and added a line or two...

The Men in the White Coats

Here come the men in the white coats.
They're going to take you away to that place.
That place with the white walls.

They're going to take you to the void.
To the unknown.
The place of confusion.

They're going to take you away.
They're going to make you live with the crazies.
They're going to have you pushing up daisies.

They're going to disect you.
Inspect you.
Misdirect you.
INFECT YOU.

They're going to leave you in a little white room.

Foaming at the mouth.
Cloudy Eyes.
They're going to make you DIE.

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Ah, here's another. I found this one in the same note book.

Space

Space.
I need my space...
And if you don't give me it,
You're going to be in deep shit...

If you really are the one caring,
Then stop your stupid staring.

It may be that I'm already crazy like that,
But if you still fail to see my point,
I'll just smash in your face with a baseball bat.

I need my space...
Get away from me,
I'm going to do worse than just use mace on your ass,
Infact, I'll smash in your fucking face or impale you with broken glass,

You think I'm sick,
You think I'm crazy,

Well, I think you need to suck it up and be a man,
I'll shut you up myself when I can.

I'm just your average every day kid,
So put a lid on it,
I'm tired of this shit,
So give me my space,
And stay out of my face.

I know the Truth

I see through your illusion,
Your deception doesn't phase me,
My grip on reality slowly disappears as I'm drifting away in my own bubble of insanity,
You haven't the slightest idea that you still can't control me...

You think that I am your slave,
I beg to differ,
You always find the words to say to me,
I know better,
But something is holding me back,

I cause you confusion,
I watch as you slip away into delusion,
I laugh cause you're seeing hallucinations,

I love that look on your face,

Here's the hole,
Here's the ace,

I know I'm a player, but I be ballin',
And if that's a crime,
We know damn well that I'm guilty,

You think you own me,
But the truth is that I drive you crazy,
The only one who owns anyone here is me.

I'm in a poem writing mood, so here you guys go.

Every day I open my eyes
To see the thing that I despise
You fucking sicken me
For you I have no empathy
Because you lied to me

You told me you'd never hurt me
I should have known better
What you did wasn't very motherly
So stop apologizing to me

I don't want your stupid words
Cause it's not your heart that hurts

Are you happy now?
Are you fucking happy now?

I guess you are

You lied to me
You despise me
You denied me

I've stopped hiding from you
I realize there's nothing that I can do
All I can say is get the fuck out of my face

Are you fucking happy now?

Fucked up, no?

Look at these motherfuckers, lol...

The end is funny

My other crap:

Fluffles, my pocket emo, lol. Check him out

Sniffles, Fluffles's nudist brother

Poem/Lyrics:

There's something inside me...
It's, it's coming out...
I feel like killing you
Let loose the anger, held back too long
My blood runs cold

Through my anatomy, dwells another being
Rooted through my cortex, a servant to its bidding

Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence now is a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead

Eyes bulging from their sockets
With every swing of my mallet
I smash your fucking head in, until brains seep in
through the cracks, blood does leak
distorted beauty, a catastrophe
steaming slop, splattered all over me

Lifeless body, slouching dead lecherous abcess, where you once had a head

Avoiding the prophecy of my newfound lust
You will never live again, soon your life will end
I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face
facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half

Crushing, cranial, contents

Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes
Squeezing them in my hands my nerves are incized
Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon
Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions

Suffer, and then you die

Torture, pulverized

At one with my sixth sense, I feel free
To kill as I please, no one can stop me

Created to kill, the carnage continues,
Violently reshaping facial tissue

Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence now is a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead

I swear, this is fucking funny.

Hey guys, just felt like putting some new info out there since I'm such a blog whore, lol. Anyway, I'm back on the Newgrounds Police Department list again. Ironic, I know, because I'm way over captain rank, which is the max. Good to know that I'm accepted back though. I hope to be able to serve my time well, heheh, as I start BP'ing again.

See you guys (and girls) later, I'm off to bed so I can finish my exams in the morning. :)

Hey, sorry for not updating my story, but like I said, I got shit to do. So, I just got a new program and I'm currently testing it out. Anyways, I'm making a new song, but it's going to be classical, for a change. I'm going to need a name for it, so I'm going to hold a contest. Whoever wins gets to name it, but of course I'll have to approve of it. The winner also gets the first listen. I'll need the winner's email over PM so nobody spams the hell out of it (it happened to an email of mine once lol)

Objective:

Be the 25th commenter on this news post.

Contest Rules:

1#. No long ass spam comments, I actually read what you write... Well, most of the time lol
2#. If you give suggestions in your comment, you won't win unless you end up being the actual winner
3#. If you suggest a stupid one to me after you win, the runner up gets a chance.
4#. Try...

Prizes:

1st place: help name the submission, song dedicated to you, tips on where I got the program and other crap
2nd: song dedicated to you, tips and other crap
3rd: tips and other crap

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Well, I have to go finish the song. You guys have fun and do whatever it is you people do.

Ok, because of a request, I'm interrupting the story with... well, The story. this time, it's from my POV. This is a cross between the way I felt about Haley about 1/4th of a year into our friendship. Damn, back then I wanted her SO fucking bad.
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PART I

I woke up to the alarm clock, which evidently had been going off for a long time because it was extremely hot, falling down on my head. Ignoring the pain in my forehead, I jolted up and rolled out of bed, glancing at the clock.

'5:00 PM' "Shit! I'm late! The announement is in half an hour, Haley's gonna kill me!" I yelled.

I threw on some clothes that my older sister wore while she was on crack and had lost tons of wieght. (damn, she used to be a fat ass cow) Not suprisingly, they fit, even if I HATED light green and pink altogether. I ran, brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, and grabbed my shoes, slipping them on and dashing out the door, and hopped onto my dad's Kawasaki, not caring what would happen if I was caught. Thinking quickly, I had grabbed my little keychain brush off my belt loop before I left, ran it through a few times and putting my hair up in a ponytail on the back of my head because I was in such a hurry, then threw it at a bird-nest in a tree. All I knew, was that I needed speed, espescially if I was hanging my hopes of putting my plan in motion on getting to that party. It wasn't just an ordinary party either. It was Haley's sweet sixteen, and EVERYONE was going to be there.

About 25 minutes, and 10 miles later, I arrived at the party just in time to get some soda and have some 17 year old piss me off to no end while I tried to catch a few glimpses of Haley, surrounded by people gawking at her ass (I wasn't gawking, but I was staring), which I couldn't blame them for. I couldn't wait for when we got to her house after the party. We were going to have such fun. I decided to wait for her to come to me, a decision which I slightly regreted because it took almost forever for her to find me. I knew she had atleast some blonde in her if you get what I'm saying, but hell, she's too damn hot for you to really notice it.

Finally the freak left me alone and Haley finally found me, after which she just stared at my body for a few seconds, looking me up and down. I grinned at her and said, "Yo, Haley, WASSUP?!" hoping for a reponse, and wondering what the hell she was staring at. She didn't notice, but I didn't really care, even if I was slightly annoyed. She looked downward and shivered, so I knew what she was looking at. My abs. This, I was comfortable with, but I wished that she wasn't just staring unemotionally.

I told her about the dude that was harassing me and she looked at me like I was hopeless or something, as if to shake her head. She tried to calm me down, but there was no avoiding it. I simply just didn't have any real interest in guys other than thier dicks, which is ironic considering that for most girls, it's exactly the opposite. Girls however, I persued with a passion, espescially Haley. I pretty much ran on auto pilot as I talked to her, just making conversation and thinking about what I was planning on doing to her later on.

I asked, "So, did your mom Ok me staying the night?" anxious because my plan hinged on the answer to the question. I'll admit, I'm obsessed with her, but it's for a good reason. She's just too hot to resist. Ask anyone, it's true.

She said yes, and it would only be me and her. That was good to know since then I would have no trouble at all in starting the chain of events leading up to my ultimate goal. Before I could respond, the damned DJ started talking, not that I was paying attention, I'd rather hear Haley's beautiful voice than some 25 year old.

We went to a giant cake with her picture plastered in the middle and sang "Happy Birthday" to her. After the singing, the DJ blasted more words at us and we all followed a blind-folded Haley (which gave me even more ideas for what I was going to do to her when I initiated Act II and III of my plan) out to the pavement, where she got a moped, which I slightly envied her for.

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Later on, we arrived at her house and I dropped my stuff by the door. Exausted, and desperate to get out of my sister's clothes, I followed Haley into her room to change clothes. I threw on a huge T-shirt and glanced over at Haley just in time to catch a glimpse of her from the chest down. Too bad she wasn't completely naked, but then again, I probably would have given in to my animalistic desire for her. I couldn't deny that I was crazy over her. Damn, that moment seemed to last forever. I noticed that she glanced at me as well, but to my disappointment, I knew that she was only looking because of my unusual physical features, possibly admiration or simply questioning the fact rather they were real or not, but not desire. I knew deep down that she'd never feel the same way about me as I did about her. I could have cried every time I thought about that because I just knew that she was too addicted to so-and-so's dick to have me for anything more than a shoulder to cry on and a sidekick, which I absolutely couldn't stand, absolutely hated... Even if she truly admired me, it would be just that. Admiration... I would have clawed my eyes out if I had spent any longer thinking about that and not had a plot that I was slowly unfolding.

She began to poke my muscles, which deep down, I enjoyed, but I had to act differently. I pretended to be annoyed and said, "Why do you always have to be touching my God-damn muscles?"

"I dunno, I guess I just wanted to see if they were tense or not."

"Aww yeah, they're real tense. I mean, I just took a shirt and fucking PUT IT ON." My voice was dripping with sarcasm, but no real loudness.

Enough with the stupid stuff, let me get on with the story. Anyway, she raced me to the bathroom amd won, so she got to go first. She started brushing her teeth, and I continued mulling over what I was going to do. To my suprise, and good fortune, I figured out my exact moment to strike. This is going to work out perfectly, I thought, mentally adding a menacing laugh of triumph, then reminding myself that I could laugh later, my prey had been ensnared, now was time for the hunter to wait for the moment... Then pounce. I grinned unconsciously, watching my 'prey' with animalistic, wanting eyes, waiting to 'pounce' when the moment arose. Now all I had to do was toy with her a little, poke and prod, until she finally reacted in a way that I could finally initiate step two, step one being just to get here, step two being the 'Capture' phase.

Since I knew she couldn't see anything below my eyes in the mirror because I was several inches taller than her, I grinned.

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Like it so far? Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg. More is to come :P Ok I'll finish this later, I got shit to do (recording a song)