He knows he's a joke but he is playing it straight
This game that he is dealing is shuffling spades
and he'll go down as this clown digging his grave
He had no ideas so he had them made
no morals to call his own so he borrowed them on tape
he is a fool of no notoriety or shape
but believes his gospel still applies to his side
That he is in the right so he'll fight for a cause with his light
Does he not see the evil at his roots?
Claims he's an angel when really he's a brute.
He puts on his best suit when he lies
its a reprise of another time when he claimed to hate his current allies.
Just another direction to reduce the reflection in his e
I climbed the mountains,
slept upon the rocky ground
and on that bed of gravel,
the stone held my head like a pillow of down,
like a pillow of down.
Carefully crossed the crags
slowly descended cliffs,
through all that hardship
could never have guessed that this would be my bliss,
This would be my bliss.
Now in bluebonnet fields,
the peace that I feel
is the unsettling sound
of my heart going down, down, now.
Behind the pale curtains
in this quiet home
the sun's making mimics
of the shadows I've come to know,
I've come to know.
Now in bluebonnet fields,
the peace that I feel
is the unsettling sound
of my heart going down, down, no.
I hav
The autumn leaves catch the breeze left in Summer's end,
Serving to be roses amidst the knot which we now thread.
The golden petals sprinkle down from their wooden homes
Speaking of love and loss and bonds made in stone.
The decay of this season is but detention of patient seeds
Covered in the dirt of winter, waiting for the spring.
So in a wild wonder we spy this seasons birth
A summons of change and joy laid upon the earth.
As these leaves upon the trees catch the fire of setting sun;
So too do our hearts alight to hear the song of love you have sung.
On this night scene there is not a brighter star in the sky
Than that which canno
I am a tale of vengeance
riding across the lands
seeking you out
through the burning fire sands
Whispers of you
have traveled through the earth
and I am here
to reclaim you for the dirt.
Your victims have cried
into my open ears
and their sorrow is mine
I'll hold it while you die
And who am I?
You say?
Oh, just who am I.
That you face your judgement day.
Well I am your worst fear
just a face lost in the scene.
You won't know. No.
You won't know until I've got away clean.
Because I am absolutely no one.
No one you have seen.
You won't see me
lost among your memories
because I am absolutely no one
I am just a dream
but don't forget
that
Strange stumblings summoned something simmering sinnfully
Under unbidden utterances, unifying unforgotten yet unloved;
meaningful, meandering, malicious... memories. Made manically
in times tedious torpor. Tender, tough, thoroughly
in love. Lost longings, largely languished.
But still a flame, to be stroked to a pain. By surprise breath
of seeing a face.
I detoured through the minds night.
Walking honeycombed halls soaked in memories
dripping like burnt wax dipped from muraled ceilings of harrowed painted figures
welded with the power of their time.
Pondered with ravenous eyes, upon those ruinous caverns,
which wandered among the shame.
That these templed rooms should still stand,
without worship, in spite of the reckoning teeming from my lips.
Trembling I crushed myself against any pillars
that were tenacious enough to bear the wrath stained rooms.
The fire mopped through my heart's once potent desires,
all that is unmaimed in this mired hall of soul and charred potential
is but a flat
You're on the floor falling in first place by OgenB, literature
Literature
You're on the floor falling in first place
Everything big is also small.
We've heard its call, our rise and our fall,
our you's and our he. is are I's and we me's.
It flows and floats, bobs and weaves
fast and tall, slow and small we are nothing and all.
We shape to the songs of our day,
Every cash register to a phone ring emboldens a different action to this universe beholden.
Echoed in music and dance, symbols entranced and evoked in emotion so strong it bent bones into a pose.
It encircles our lives and to the rhythm of our highlights and demise
It echoes and erodes, it flows and it floats, weaving and bobbing up the ladder from us.
to the toppest tops that ever were the bottomes
My best thoughts happen in napkins.
Where I can dress in any old fashion,
and not one could care,
for they would not even dare
to challenge
their fashionable captain.
Napkins keep my mind clean,
to invent a most inventive thing.
Like a robot that talks,
and runs on gross socks
which of course are all grody and green.
I'm in desperate need of a pen,
for jotting this down now and then,
but in this dimension
of napkin perplexion
ink is considered a sin
I decide it is time to go home,
where my thoughts can leave me alone.
But I will be back, for an intelligent stack
of those dear white things
which keep your nose clean,
to be
He knows he's a joke but he is playing it straight
This game that he is dealing is shuffling spades
and he'll go down as this clown digging his grave
He had no ideas so he had them made
no morals to call his own so he borrowed them on tape
he is a fool of no notoriety or shape
but believes his gospel still applies to his side
That he is in the right so he'll fight for a cause with his light
Does he not see the evil at his roots?
Claims he's an angel when really he's a brute.
He puts on his best suit when he lies
its a reprise of another time when he claimed to hate his current allies.
Just another direction to reduce the reflection in his e
I climbed the mountains,
slept upon the rocky ground
and on that bed of gravel,
the stone held my head like a pillow of down,
like a pillow of down.
Carefully crossed the crags
slowly descended cliffs,
through all that hardship
could never have guessed that this would be my bliss,
This would be my bliss.
Now in bluebonnet fields,
the peace that I feel
is the unsettling sound
of my heart going down, down, now.
Behind the pale curtains
in this quiet home
the sun's making mimics
of the shadows I've come to know,
I've come to know.
Now in bluebonnet fields,
the peace that I feel
is the unsettling sound
of my heart going down, down, no.
I hav
The autumn leaves catch the breeze left in Summer's end,
Serving to be roses amidst the knot which we now thread.
The golden petals sprinkle down from their wooden homes
Speaking of love and loss and bonds made in stone.
The decay of this season is but detention of patient seeds
Covered in the dirt of winter, waiting for the spring.
So in a wild wonder we spy this seasons birth
A summons of change and joy laid upon the earth.
As these leaves upon the trees catch the fire of setting sun;
So too do our hearts alight to hear the song of love you have sung.
On this night scene there is not a brighter star in the sky
Than that which canno
I am a tale of vengeance
riding across the lands
seeking you out
through the burning fire sands
Whispers of you
have traveled through the earth
and I am here
to reclaim you for the dirt.
Your victims have cried
into my open ears
and their sorrow is mine
I'll hold it while you die
And who am I?
You say?
Oh, just who am I.
That you face your judgement day.
Well I am your worst fear
just a face lost in the scene.
You won't know. No.
You won't know until I've got away clean.
Because I am absolutely no one.
No one you have seen.
You won't see me
lost among your memories
because I am absolutely no one
I am just a dream
but don't forget
that
Strange stumblings summoned something simmering sinnfully
Under unbidden utterances, unifying unforgotten yet unloved;
meaningful, meandering, malicious... memories. Made manically
in times tedious torpor. Tender, tough, thoroughly
in love. Lost longings, largely languished.
But still a flame, to be stroked to a pain. By surprise breath
of seeing a face.
I detoured through the minds night.
Walking honeycombed halls soaked in memories
dripping like burnt wax dipped from muraled ceilings of harrowed painted figures
welded with the power of their time.
Pondered with ravenous eyes, upon those ruinous caverns,
which wandered among the shame.
That these templed rooms should still stand,
without worship, in spite of the reckoning teeming from my lips.
Trembling I crushed myself against any pillars
that were tenacious enough to bear the wrath stained rooms.
The fire mopped through my heart's once potent desires,
all that is unmaimed in this mired hall of soul and charred potential
is but a flat
You're on the floor falling in first place by OgenB, literature
Literature
You're on the floor falling in first place
Everything big is also small.
We've heard its call, our rise and our fall,
our you's and our he. is are I's and we me's.
It flows and floats, bobs and weaves
fast and tall, slow and small we are nothing and all.
We shape to the songs of our day,
Every cash register to a phone ring emboldens a different action to this universe beholden.
Echoed in music and dance, symbols entranced and evoked in emotion so strong it bent bones into a pose.
It encircles our lives and to the rhythm of our highlights and demise
It echoes and erodes, it flows and it floats, weaving and bobbing up the ladder from us.
to the toppest tops that ever were the bottomes
Festering within a lake of vices
waterways lumbering filth
through separate neighbors.
Quiet life abounds and vastly deviates,
Hearts contain each;
palpable nervous beats cling to blood,
shelter the warmth beneath their skin.
Blood, hearts, skin, repeat.
These lakes with different shapes
rolling onward ever toward the dismissive ocean;
inevitable event of waters dissipating into
massiveness
Quiet life; quieter still.
Underwater and under hill
hearts stop beating,
decay into the dirt and water.
Old beauty
hangs in bags of flesh,
set deep,
under the woman's
gentle blue eyes.
Jagged
ivory
stained with time,
barely visible
in-between the deep scarlet
of her lips.
Dyed brown echoes
echoes
down to the base of her neck
in waves that catch the sun.
Only just visible
beneath the beauty products.
Furiously
she runs the brush through it.
Ripping at the
old skin
that must lie underneath.
The brush whispers blessed poetry in her ear
a soft voice breathing gentle longings.
Tom Story A Written Confession by OgenB, literature
Literature
Tom Story A Written Confession
I type vainly on my keyboard; stupid words, my novel unfinished pouring out like sour milk, can't stop thinking no one will drink this. So I stop writing and bring up my pen to my mouth and chew on it like a dog chewing on a bone, trying to get those last morsels of flavor out of it. I pick up the stacks of computer paper, the hopeful bundles, they aren't my work but my job. To read the novels of accomplished writers and decide whether they are good enough to meet the shelves of bookstores around the world. And why should I get to decide this? I think they love me for my lack of success, makes me more critical of everything. Cons
The front room was covered in slashes of blood. As I stepped over the threshold of the house I knew that I had come to the right place. I drew my gun slowly, holding it pointed down, ready to shoot the first threat I knew I would come across. I noticed that most of the blood was so dry I could see it visibly shedding in flakes to the floor, but a small portion was still wet. I took a closer look, seeing the lines that started to form shapes deep in the velvet red blood. It reminded me of clouds, how you let your imagination see the shapes that arent there.
This was not my imagination, it was there, the blood was shaped and designed s
Nothing could be a sign more of what creeps
in the dark days ahead
than the promise,
Everything will be alright.
Everything will be OK.
The prophets have vanished from the forlorn cities.
Taking their stiff cardboard signs, written in
chemically
thick
black
words.
The end is nigh...
They would scream of bedlam in central of some sorry downtown avenue.
With naught but a few
sad
souls
listening in.
Today I heard one
whispering
a promise of soft peace.
I'm a huge fan of Superpowers. In fact, you could say I'm a sucker for them. As a kid I dreamed about having them, I idolized Nightcrawler and Wolverine. I've always wanted... something like that. A gift I could have for myself. And watching shows where I could put myself in their shoes really was just entertaining to me, and made me feel just a tiny bit better about my childhood.
So when I heard that ABC was doing a show about a family with Superpowers starring Julie Benz (Darla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Rita from Dexter) I thought "awesome, have to check that out."
Well I did. And there are two things that inspire me to write r
Battlefield 3 and Modern Warfare 3 by OgenB, literature
Literature
Battlefield 3 and Modern Warfare 3
If you're a gamer, and love FPS game styles, you might be wondering where you should invest your money. So in light of this huge double release, I decided to review both games with pros and cons about each, in hopes that you will be able to pick the game which is right for you.
So first Battlefield 3.
I got Battlefield 3 the day after it came out, and thus have played it longer. It has amazing looking graphics and a very realistic atmosphere. Battlefield simply put, places you in a battle where you will use a slew of machinery and weapons to dispatch your enemies. Including; jets, helicopters, tanks, guns of all kinds, gadgets, jetpacks, su
I am rarely wow'd by movies. The last one was MONEYBALL, which if you haven't seen I'd also strongly recommend. But even less frequently am I wow'd by a comedy. But this one, this one did it.
Tucker and Dale VS Evil is by far one of the smartest comedies I've ever seen. With a truly amazing idea that is brought to life brilliantly by an awesome cast including one of my favorite unappreciated actors Alan Tudyk (most notable for playing Wash in Firefly.)
I really don't want to give anything away for this one, and the trailer gives way too much away. So skip that.
The pacing of the beginning is a little weird. But once it let's you know what'
Dis review sti8t up reprensantin' 503 YO!
And now that anyone without a sense of humor is gone, I have to heavily recommend the new fashionably-bad comedy movie The FP. If you're a fan of bad movies that stick to their guns, you'll love this.
In the style of Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, this movie is not a parody as so many seem to believe it to be. It doesn't pander to it's audience, the jokes come from you. You are the writers of this comedy. The movie just sets up the jokes.
Most people will go to this movie with the wrong idea, which I find sad. Thus if you have never had a bad movie night with a group of friends, I would steer clear of
World War Z is a novel by Max Brooks and is widely considered the greatest novel written about zombies. The slow methodical spread of disease throughout the world, nations falling and rising, and the studious tales of heroes of the war against the zombies. So it would make a great movie right? I think so to, and I just hope they make it one day.
World War Z the movie shares the title with the Max Brooks novel, and that is where the writers of the movie chose to part ways with the novel. Seemingly zero influence came from the book in terms of the story or even the zombies themselves. Anyone who is a fan of the book can tell this is wrong by j
I don't want to say this show is stupid, it seems to have some intelligence behind its overarching story. However the pilot was just that; stupid. Desperate to set up characters and motivations in a single hour, rushing through plot in a mad attempt to set up absolutely everything. If this first episode had been broken into three or four episodes, moving slower and with much more care, I would probably be rating this five stars.
However, as is, this show gives little thought to reason or the questions; why, what, which, and how. For example, when moving an identified high profile target of kidnap, the FBI are easily fooled by a fake Hazmat t
I don't normally review games. I review movies when the urge takes me, if a movie is practically amazing or bad... or just radically disappointing. Games generally speaking aren't as much a passion for me, not in the art way of things. I play lots of games, but I don't generally review them.
But when a game is this bad, and irritating, I have to vent my frustrations somehow.
The game starts up with a video that lasts for a minute and thirty four seconds. This video is full of bad dialog and Peach's annoying as hell voice, it sounds the voice actor is a middle aged man who likes talking sensually quiet with a girls voice. Its awful. Luckily
This movie packs the awesomeness of Christopher Eccleston (28 Days Later, Doctor Who) and Joseph Gordon-Levitt (3rd Rock From the Sun, 500 Days of Summer.) Somehow it manages to completely squander their acting talents. Dennis Quaid also is in this... but I don't know if he really has any talent to waste.
Let me just say... the most annoying thing about this movie is the amount of CG-I that is used. They CG-I most of the chase scenes, they apparently couldn't get a stunt double to drive a motorcycle in this movie because that might require someone with talent. They even CG-I a polar bear... really? And it isn't even good CG-I, it looks like
When Avatar came out, and even before it, it was hyped. All I heard was hype about how great it is and how stunning it is.
Hype, hype, hype, hype. Never has a movie faced such high expectations from the masses.
And did it live up to the hype? For me? No. No it did not.
Avatar is a simple movie. Simple. Formulaic. Predictable. Whatever you choose to call it, something I would never call Avatar is a masterpiece.
Beware of spoilers from this point.
The plot begins with the hero Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) explaining how this all started, how his brother died so he took his place because he has close enough DNA that they could still use him
Tommy Wiseau's the Room shocks and awes the imagination with never before thought of concepts for movie production. To review this movie, you cannot simply state reasons for liking or disliking the movie because those reasons are so intertwined that you must just take the movie as what it is, and that is a masterpiece.
A masterpiece filled with awkward sex scenes. A masterpiece crowded with establishing shots to make sure you remember that indeed this movie is set in San Fransisco. A masterpiece filled with one liners such as the unforgettable passion put into the line, "YOU ARE TEARING ME APART LISA!"
The music is almost as awful as the mo
The body lay in shimmering blood.
Flies; licking the pale white eyes, cleaning their plates.
The iris once flooded with color,
faded,
lightly bleached in the rays of the sun.
Mourning wanderers gather together, the lint of its life.
They show the missing fabric,
the colors it was once made of.
Concealing earth held it in cold loving arms
with maggots trailing up the fingers.
And they wound their way into, and out,
and into, and out, u
Favourite genre of music: Pretty much everything but country. MP3 player of choice: Computer :B Favourite cartoon character: Nightcrawler Personal Quote: Love and hate are the same in the same way up and down are the same, both are directions that go dif
Trick question; if I have a an American quarter and a Canadian quarter in my till, and a customer hands me one American dollar for an item worth fifty cents, how can I give them correct American change?
Answer; it all depends on what people agree the Canadian quarter is worth. My till believes I have two quarters worth twenty-five American cents each, I thusly concur with my till and hand the customer the two quarters. Here is the tricky part, one of three things can now happen;
A: The customer does not notice the difference and accepts the change.
B: The customer does notice the difference and I am forced to explain that I have no other w
Trick question; if I have a an American quarter and a Canadian quarter in my till, and a customer hands me one American dollar for an item worth fifty cents, how can I give them correct American change?
Answer; it all depends on what people agree the Canadian quarter is worth. My till believes I have two quarters worth twenty-five American cents each, I thusly concur with my till and hand the customer the two quarters. Here is the tricky part, one of three things can now happen;
A: The customer does not notice the difference and accepts the change.
B: The customer does notice the difference and I am forced to explain that I have no other w
So lately I have been working on a bit of a thing... it is called Perennialism, and it is a political idea which I have fostered and am now starting to get out.
This was inspired by someone asking me to what party did I belong, and what I defined my views as. Thus I created this.
What does "Perennialism" mean?
The word in itself comes from the word perennate, which means to survive. Perennials are a kind of flower which will survive the winter months to blossom again next year. Perennialism is about the survival of the whole from one year to the next.
There are three uses of the word Perennialism, there is a philosophy for Religion which