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I got done doing poet bios :P. I'm done with poetry in general. UGGGHH! It's tough to write, and everybody's like, wow Kyle I remember your stuff in eighth grade, your going to put out some more good stuff, right? I've got pressure on an assignment I'm supposed to be having fun with! I can't do it! It looks like all my stuff I've writen in inspired from movies from the mid 90s! I can't make any sense! I can't connect with anybody! I'm spiraling!!!!!

I am ugly, and I am proud.

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I was going to complain about something, but then again, God put these situations into my life and he knows what's best for me; plus, things wouldn't have turned out this way if I used my time wisely instead of wasting it. Anyway, I gotta ton of homeowrk tonight. At least I have few interruptions.

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I'm so much less niave. I think. You never know what you're missing.

Well, not much is happening. I'm trying to write poetry. My robot friend died last night and I'm sad.

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Korean News

Follow the llink to read up on a certain 'Imperialist America'. Man, I've never heard of that country before, but it sure sounds nasty. Apparently its full of 'warmongers'.

Haha, Brett showed me that. It's a good laugh.

Okay, I'll Repost.

A Valentine's Day Poem
by: The Pink Nun

She went to bed,
got knocked up and said,
"OH dred!
I wish I'd done something else instead!"

She thought that he would leave her,
So she gave him head
And after he got some beaver,
He STILL fled.

She decided sex was a waste
When she got laced
with an infectious paste
Now she just wished
That she'd been chaste

She stayed
Got laid
But she got played
Now she just wants him spayed.

Another thingy...


Wow, she's cool. Remember guys, lock yer cocks! And girls, you're not a slot machine!

I posted a link to the Pink Nun's site a while back. y'all should check it out, she's pretty cool.

I had my Junior interview today. I was in one of my 'I'm such an ass' moods and I had to think of good things to say about myself.

"Um, I think I'm... uh, I'm..."

"Here, do you need this list?"

"Um, sure, thanks. I'm... um... I... uh.............
I think I'm... kindof... yeah, I guess I 'like challenges'."

Rey Mysterio rocked again! He's so cool. And I heard him talk.

I was watching WWE, and then I flipped the channel and I found the Massachutes Amendment Convention and you wouldn't beleive the similarities.

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Blackened sky, my blood starts boiling, blotched with bile from endless toiling.

Another day gone. The factory lights make the clouds look red. Difficult situations surface that I can't handle well. The radio won't play anything I like.

I wish I were older in the Peralandrian sense and younger in the child-like sense. And I've got a college app essay I have to finish. It's about what I'd change in the view from my window. I said I'd put the ocean there. Rockford could be an underwater town. That'd be cool.

Y'all have a good night.

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Now I've got a cold to top everything off. :P

I was being very judgemental at church today. I kept thinking about how no one every talks to me there, but then I realized that I never talk to anyone myself. I wish I were more outgoing.

My dad says I'm not being Dutch enough because I'm wearing my heart on my sleve or something. Apparently I'm spending too much time in dark rooms and moping around all sad-like.

I hope I get out of this soon. I feel like crap.

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Well... not much.

My parents are kindof exasperating me. I've got my Junior interview coming up so they're bugging me 24-7 about what I want to do as a job. I don't know. They ask me what I want to do, and I say, "Be a teacher, or maybe a geologist" which are the only two plausible occupations that I am interested in, and they go on and on about how they don't make any money. They don't get that I'm not interested in money. The only interest I've ever had in it is collecting odd looking coins because they look nice. I guess there's the whole "you need to support us when we get old" factor, I just wish there was a way to do that without getting some dead-end office job that'll make me commit suicide within a week of getting it. Well, I'd never actually kill myself, but that's just how bored and despairing I would be.

The world sucks. There's nothing out there for me. There's nothing here for me, either.

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Pedro the Lion

Man, that guy punched all the happy right out of me. Check out his lyrics.

I heard this song I'm listening to in a dream before.

I wrote this elsewhere and though it was pretty good so I duplicated it.
Okay day. Nothing happened. If nothing didn't happen, which would mean something happened instead, I was too tired to notice.

With the presence of nothing today I started thinking about my future plans. I should've thought about others, but I came up with interesting ideas.

I thought about all that we call entertainment and decided that it was 99% bad. So, I thought, why don't I start my own network of entertainment? It could have bands, movies, books, sports teams, and news. That would be super cool. God would be the CEO, because then it wouldn't get all corrupted. Then when it gets powerful it could collect all the good stuff out there and incorperate them into itself. And of course, it would encourage things of good quality, not junk. So pretty soon all the American people would have a choice between is "God's super cool entertainment network of aboslute purity, goodness and family values" (or the GSCENOAPGAFV for short) and "Dumb stuff that's full of adulterous sex and crap" (or the STUPID for bluntness).

Then everyone would be so enamored that they'd vote Jesus for President of the US and everything would be happy, everybody couldn't help but believe in Him and everybody would have a Ballydowse album somewhere in their house. Then I'd run around wearing a ski mask because I can do that sort of thing if I want to.

Side note... yesterday when I was coming home from small group I saw something amazing. We were behind of a car with all these bumper sticks for groups like "Norma Jean" and "Headnoise" and the like. I couldn't believe it. I thought I was the only underground Christian punk rocker alive, at least in Michigan. I almost jumped out the car, knocked on their window and begged for their friendship. Then they turned left and we went straight, and now I'll probably never know who it was.

Isn't it cool when God shows us that we're not alone?

You need to learn more about past music. You have a
vague idea but just because it's old doesn't
mean it's not good. Late 60s, early 70s were
the heights


Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One)
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Don't insult me, Politic Man!!!

*stomps around*

Ha! I bet I'm more Indie than you!

*realizes he's barely indie at all*

Well, I know I know a lot more than you about... um... uh........ stuff! I know lots of stuff! So there!

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I got a new icon. It's Grey Death on his motor bike. Mangas are bad, though. They make me weird.

Ciao!