Nine: Random post featuring music update

What up!
(if someone says ceiling ill smack em)

Anyway, on this mundane day...
fuck that... lets move on to the music update.

So; on another mundane day i was searching for bands and stumbled upon a Scandinavian band called Darkwell. Their summary said they sounded like evanescence and lacuna coil.. well seeing as evanescence and lacuna coil sound nothing like each other -.- ... (other than the fact that they have female vocalists) i went onto their page wondering what the fuck they sound like.

i heard a song called Crucible ... bad... like not bad cause they played bad, or the singer was bad.. the song seemed.. disorganised. if you follow me.. like their final mixing of the music got fucked somewhere.
BUT! there was another song called Realm of darkness, and that one was actually really good. It sounds... i cant really describe it.. well NOTHING like either evanescence or lacuna coil.. actually.. maybe a little like lacuna coil, the vocals only.
Other than that theres no way to actually describe the sound... its very... smooth flowing and heavy guitar at the same guitar.

If you care and like unknown bands, (by unknown i mean the ones that arnt in the spotlight, not ones that no one knows), go check it out.
Band- Darkwell . Song- Realm of darkness

Right now im listening to Cradle of Filth- serpent tongue. (not theyre best song but good). And by the way, even though cradle of filth's lyrics are hard to recognise words in when you listen to the songs, their lyrics are actually made out of very skill full poetry... really.. their songs tell mythical stories about. Thats probably due to the fact that Dani Filth (the front man) studied literature and used to be a journalist; if anyone knows the English magazine called Metal Hammer and happen to come across some of the older issues youll find a little column in it called "Dani's Inferno"... yup written by the front man of Cradle of Filth.

Heres the music update; not that much people appreciate this beautiful music of metal and goth... but oh well.. heres the update anyway.

Until the next sorry ordeal

-Blood.Junkie

Marbles

Marbels are round. and smooth. well in most cases they are smooth, cause i have felt some marbles that seem to be a bit bumpy or rough. i dont like these marbles. they defy the laws of marbles. or do they?? i mean what if the rough and bumby marbels came before the smooth ones.. okay heres a better question. Do u give a shit?
cause i sure as hell dont.
i suppose im just bored, which is fair enough really cause there is nothing to do at the moment. My window is open...
could i possible escape...
give me a minute please people.. i must ensure that thr ground beneath the window is of sufficent strength to hold my weight. mass. not weight.. cause technically its mass.
Sorry i'll be back
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i am back.
yes it appears sturdy enough. but. after there is a small problem . u see there is a sibling in the room. and that sibling could possibly.. . well.. tell on me.. what to do wat to do??... hmm.. well kidnap? stuff her in the closet... no . the aforementioned sibling is possibly strong enough to fight me if necessary. So no thats a no go.
tell ya what
how bout i dont bore u with this. and when i figure out my escape plan. i let u know. not that u give much of a shit bout that either. but u know. for the sake of it being a blog.

a deeply thinking doodles
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Eight: The Great Escape

Bon Soire;

Tonight; this very same one on which i am telling you this story... i will tell you a story of what happened last night... *squiggles eyebrows*

You see; me and my comrade have been conversing lately on a troubling and very controversial issue that requires a shit load of planing on a shit load of levels; and this issue, is running away.

We decided to call the operation: The Great Escape (please capitalize the beginning of each word in any re-distribution of that phrase in regards to this blog)
The Great Escape consists getting from point A to point B, then from Point B to point C, then from there to point D. Coming back to point B is trivial... as it depends on... several variable factors that remain... well, ya.
To clarify; point A is noodle's house (the comrade is noodles), point B is my state of residence, C is the city Airport... and point D... heh hee... was undecided upon until the very minute when we had a debate between Las Vegas and New York... NY prevailed.

Getting from A to B will involve Noodles to climb out the window and onto a rusted water tank, climb down the pipes and onto the street. from here she will proceed to sprint across one highway and about five other roads of traffic without getting killed. From B to C, will involve myself to wait until everyones asleep, put my mobile phone of "silent mode" and walk out the door to meet noodles down stairs.
From here we take a taxi from point B to C.. or we might have to use one of my special transport facilities... *squiggles eyebrows*.

So, after getting the line of operation clear, we had to straiten out the implimentation of the procedure.
We needed:
-Tickets
-Visas
-money

(please note that such item like underwear and toothbrushes is very insignificant against the magnitude of the factors listed above.... so we ignored them)

Proceeding; we decided that since noodles passport doesnt need a Visa to the USA... i will steal her moms, plaster on some make-up, wear a curly hair wig, get 3 inches shorter and pretend to be her mom.
So thats that sorted out. Money; well... we will invest both our dwindling bank accounts and steal some cash from the bakala down the street and we have our money problem solved. With this money; we purchase the tickets... and off to New York we go.

(oh by the way, we cant actually steal the bakala.. cos the guy keeps da money in his pocket ... wtf?... so instead well steal the school uniform shop... for some reason its still opened, we might just have a chance)

Upon arrival we have decided to split up and each will do they following:

I will personally want to bob around Manhattan streets for a good five hours; go to the New York Moder art museum ( theres shit kool stuff there )... then just walk into random rock gigs for the next day.

Noodles wanted to... (i swear to god she said this)... do cool stuff... and see the fantastic four... *blink*

Seven: My head feels heavy (metal?)

Hi;

How are you?
My head feels heavy... does your head feel heavy? Wanna come and help me lift my head? no? alright, fuck face.

I just found this band called "Anorexia Nervosa"... if you happen to be one of the few metal fans around, i recommend you go check them out if you hadnt already (i dont know how popular they are). Look for a song called "Sister September".
They sound like a cross between goth metal and speed metal.. very nice... a little like "Cradle of Filth".
And if you haven't already, i also recommend cradle of filth, but honestly if you call yourself a metal fan and you dont know cradle of filth; well... daymn.

Salutations;

-Blood.Junkie

Ps; i want a Dodge Viper... oh yeaaaa (wissam style)

Vrrrmmm Vrmmmmm

As i sit here typing about how i sit here typing, it occurs to me that being a teenager is a retarded time and one that i cant wait for to pass. I wanna be older. i wanna be wiser and i want a DAMN CAR!
*sniff*
i have a bike..
but u know..
car...
*sniff*

Leaving to brood:
Noodles

Six: inside the box; part two

Replying to Noodles' post, and carrying on from No. Five (inside the box; pt 1)

Limiting the mind; yeah, the mind is limited when the ventilation openings get blocked... if you recall (probably not), i said that i didnt know what exactly blocks the ventilation.
Now, however i did narrow the factors down to the following three:
School,
Fear,
and Money.

Not that im saying that those three are connected... (unless its parents being afraid to pay the school fees)... but they each symbolise an aspect of life that blocks the ventilation.

School: being caught it in life in general
Fear: internal opposite forces working against the mind
Money: reality.... as in; yes you are in fact broke and cant run away and live in a hot air balloon for the rest of your life.

Thankations for reading... or not reading... either way i didnt even write this for you.

-blood.Junkie

Minds

I read BJ's post a while ago and i thought about something today :P.

What limits people?
is it not the mind?
Are we not told that we are all limited by our minds?
but ..
dont we also dream?
and our dreams can consist of anything.
absolutly anything.
so if our brains, can dream, about anything, then how does it have limits?
wouldnt it mean that the mind has no limits and that something else limits us?
i mean ofcource not everyone dreams and imagines.. but .. to an extent everyone has thought about something that is out or their "reach".
or does it come down to being controlled by ur concience.. or ur subconcience..
....
have i made any sense? :/
hmm..
this is wat maths will do to u. btw. or maybe it just happens to me.
Noodles

five: inside the box

greetings;

peoples minds are corners...
in a room..
with no doors... or windows; but there are ventilation openings. many ventilation openings that are horizontal slits that line up vertically on top of each other going all the way to the ceiling.
Its a very high ceiling, and its a very small squared room, its not rectangular, or circled (damn... it cant be circled at all... then there will be no corners)
and its walls are faded beige with patches of reddish brown on the corners like some ones been sitting there for a long time...
the corners are where all the thoughts are you see, and there are shelves on the walls piled with junk.

Anyway... so the ventilation openings lead onto other places; and sometimes they get blocked. by what? i dont know, but when they get blocked the mind gets very tame, and slow and limp (not that these word are synonyms but thats what happens)
Things that open up the ventilation include solitude, sleep and drugs... and many other things that are too ambiguous to list at the moment.

Many people are not aware of the content of the room, because they hang around the center of it, no knowing that everything is actually either stuck on the wall or piled in a corner... you cant actually reach anything from the center; youll just stand there thinking that youre in control that way but youre not.
i think corners just frighten many people... and many people dont know whats growing on their shelves. but there always is. i guess drugs and sleep and solitude push people into the corners...

i personally send lots of time in the corners... i dont know which of those three is the cause though.

So long;

-Blood.Junkie

some down

hmm.. wat a wonderful day. i finished physics. its all for the best i hope.
so heres how it waz . i sat for three hours thinking about all kindsa stupid laws of the universe and i finished.. walked out waited for my ride.
My ride ( my dad, mum and so on) came a few minutes later
all dolled up and for wat i waz yet to find out
"were gonna take family photos"

i looked like this : o_O.. except.. i had a nose.. i shook my head and asked for a repeat of the thrilling statment. it waznt very different from the first.

i have been doin an exam that waz okay.. not the best not the worst.. for three damn hours in the same damn chair and ur teling me we are gonna take photos.
oh i bought u some clothes to change in. my mum helofully said.
note to self : burn clothes that are deemed unacepptable by moi, so in the furture when i am sitting a physics exam and they decide they want photos, and then my mum chooses my clothes, she can only select from what i have left un burned . unless she wants to dress me in ashes.. or .. her clothes.... * moment of silence as we pray* ....
so anyways. we took the photos i came home at lunch btw its like 7:30 here so not really lunch more like stuff ppl eat at lunch but at dinnertime instead. and i am now online, writing u this horrible ordeal. which i hope moves u my friends. i hope u read this and go
" well gee.. at least my mum didnt choose my clothes"
which btw i now have like a hard copy of. beauty of photos. they kinda remind u of stuff...
ya
so
anywayz. hope ur days are brighter and less .. .physical.....o_O i still look like that btw.
byz
Noodles

A cloudy Day.

today my friends is a cloudy day . The sky is a whitish grey colour and the sun is not visable. I noticed today as i waz sitting in the car being drivin to school that one spot in the sky waz not as densly obscured by the clouds as the rest. So it looked like there was some form of electric light being profected into this small scar. yes scar. an imperfection a prefectly cloudy sky.

Different People have different views. Thats a fact of life. It is also a fact of life, that people take certain opinions to heart, and in doing so become biased towards other opinions. Not much point in disagreeing with me there, cause in doin so u would become biased.
Who is right and who is wrong?

Does anyone really know?

I sure as hell dont. All i know is i got mechanics and physics exams looming. so ima be useful now. and sign off.
Thanks - Noodles.

four: outside the box (?)

Last Friday; aka, yesterday... i was dragged to the one building that i wouldnt usually enter unless i am forced to. this is not due to laziness or sloth or stubbornness or even lack of liking to its architectural structure. But for the simple reason of trying to keep my blood pressure at normal levels. this building is the mosque.

Yeah, im muslin and therefore every friday we (well, they) should go to the mosque; like i said i only go when dragged and forced. the point is, after being dragged and forced (not technically by the way), i proceeded to my primary past time of zoneing out. i caught a little bit of what the guy was saying, (mainly babble about god and... well, god) and i starting thinking about this god issue.

Please be warned that you may severely disagree with me, and immediately pull out all religious cards against me and tell me that i am "wrong"; well dear reader, right and wrong are subjective to peoples opinions on the matter at hand; and in my opinion, i say that people should think and question anything and everything around them regardless to whether its right or wrong.

Back to my point, oh yeah.. i was thinking... about god and this is what it comes down to:
People are living believing in god, walking around basing their lives on a set of rules in a transcendental book; we dont know what god IS, let alone if hes entitled to the question of "who"
he made as all, and gave us eyes and noses and toe nails and whatever the fuck else, then he sits up there and watches everyone go.. what i was thinking is how god made each person, you know.. i am .. me.. you dear reader, are yourself (unless....), and so on and so forth. Well what if i wasnt me, what if i was a dog, or an angel ... what if i was a parasite... and Finlay what if i was god? i mean who made god god... he made everything. therefore teaching us that everything has to be made... so; where did god come from? who is chosen to get the power of god? and who chooses that? or is there such a choice to start with? If i happened to be god, and still posses the brain i do now.... daymn... heh, just to think...

Well, i spend that hour or so, thinking over what is god
i know that in many religions we are not allowed to think about the entity of god, but i stand by what i think: that peoples thoughts are completely liberated to questioning anything, and fuck regilion.

By the way, i do believe in god, my mind just likes to wonder... so much for outside the box.

wait for the next time i mutilate this page;

-Blood.junkie

Kiss From a Rose

By the title, you might or might not be able to tell that it has something to do with the song called Kiss from a rose sang by Mr Seal. No, as far as i know his stage name is just Seal, but as it stands i felt the need to input some respect into the situation by placing the Mr before the Seal. Seal wala Walrus.... hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... *ducks* avoiding incoming rain of tamatoes.

Back to the non existant point. Oh yes , how can u be
"kissed by a rose on the grey'... does anyone get that.. cause i really don't.
i like this line though:
"the more i get of u the stranger is seems... yaaayyy.."..

Coffee swirls.. after reading that post i waz forced to read it again due to the disbelief of the text that had been typed and posted on that page. Not because my post is more interesting, more due to the fact that i didnt realise people waited for the coffee to get cold before actually looking into it , and in some cases ( person number 2) think they can see the future or whatever it waz that waz apparently seen in the cup.


My hat is off to person number one, who has oil on their mouth, and actually kindly told us, - mostly i use a napkin before sipping, however maybe u were very thirsty at the time.

Um oh, i am now doin or trying to do osome physics but it is as u can see, not goin very far.
i hope u do not suffer our same fate, but as ur probably reading this, u are most likely in our situation. May the good lord bless have mercy on ur soul and mine, regarding physics.
Thank you for reading.
Noodles. <--- i dont actually eat noodles. thank you again.

Three: the coffee swirlies

Greetations;

I am back once again but this time is different from all the previous times i've posted, you see, dear reader, this time... i have something to say. As implied by the title, the topic will be coffee swirlies, now you may be wondering what the fuck coffee swrilies are, but you read my previous post you might have a slight idea.

*waits for reader to scroll down and read previous post*

Now that you have replenished your information about my train of thought, you would know that coffee swirlies are the patterns made on the surface of coffee when it gets cold... after forcing several people to read that post; it amazed me how many different reactions i got about the coffee.

First of all, person number 1 said: why were there patterns on your coffee? were your lips soaked in oil?
(HUH?) why the fuck would i soak my lips in oil?
but apparently, if your eating somthing fatty (aka oily) then have a drink.. the fat makes patterns on the surface.... she was the only one that made that observation.

Person number 2: i also stair at the coffee patterns when im bored.. sometimes i see the answer of life in the cup.
(URM) to that, my reaction was just.... daymn...

person number 3: why were you looking at your coffee?
...well... -,-


anyway.. if u have an experience with coffee.. dont hesitate to sharing it... actually u know what... hesitate.. i dont wanna hear about it... im the only one stupid enough to bore people with my coffee

until the next sorry ordeal

-Blood.Junkie.-

Two

its 2.51 pm here (kuwait), but since my watch it two minutes late, its actually 2.53; and i have nothing better to do that to type in this little box. what i'm supposed to be doing is finishing the physics past paper in front of me, but i really couldn't give a fuck about determining the rate at which energy is supplied to the water by the heater; seriously.. if you do... daymn!

Anyway; to be completely honest, we started this blog more for our entertainment than yours (dear reader)... but if you happen to be entertained by any chance well... daymn. My coffee is getting cold, and there are patterns forming on the surface of it... oooo... thers something that looks like a centipede... o.O... im sure its a centipede... no, not a caterpillar... but a centipede...
out of curiosity... did someone actually sit there and count a centipede's legs... who the fuck wants to sit down and count one hundred little skinny black projections coming out of a worms butt... seriously dude, that person must be sad... daymn.

i think i should leave now, before virtual eggs and shoes are thrown at me; i have physics and math exams next Wednesday and my knowledge of both subjects is decreasing if anything...

Oh, and i have to fill a sketch book with sketches and research by sunday... wwrrriiyte!

Daymn...

-Blood.Junkie-

one; part 2

Ichangedthetitleoftheblog,nowitswhatitwassupposedtobebeforeIcalleditONEbymistake.Anyway...thisisnotanewpost,whichiswhyimtypinglikethis,thisisjustapostthatamendswhatthepreviousepostipostedsays.



-Blood.Junkie



PS; I spelt my name wrong last time, but i couldnt be bothered to go and change it from the manage post thing. I dont think anyone gives a shit either way.

After One therefore technically two.

Greeting Homo Sapiens, My name is Noodles. This took a while to agree on because u see, i dont like any of the nicknames that i have been givin... do u share my problem?? do u also not like your nickname? well regardless of that matter this is the second post after blow job's first post - opps that is blood junkies post. I have nothing useful to say as of yet, but eventually u will warm to our sorry selves dear readers, and learn to understand that we are simple creatures with complicated needs. If you do not warm to us, well that, my dear reader is your issue and therefore i cant really do anything about it.

So anywayz, i will post when i have something more useful to say, and i hope, that if u have actually managed to reach this part of the post withought hitting ur back button, generally located at the top left hand corner of ur screen, that u do not in fact regret reaching this part of the post, and do return to read our next posts which will hopefully - if god wills - be more interesting.

thank you for ur time, it waz much appreciated.
Noodles

One

greetings all;

First and foremost, i named this blog "ONE" by mistake, i thought this will be the title of the first post.. not the whole blog; so this post is also named "One". yeah, i like to number the posts for lack of any better title.

Anyway; making this account was a long retarded process... because... it was a long retarded process; and this account is shared by two people, (like many accounts here).
I, am owner number 1 (i see the potential of an excess number of number ones in this post), and i refer to myself as Blood.Junkie ... shortened into B.J sometimes and no it does not have a double meaning that stands for blow job.

Owner number two will be here shortly, (i believe) and introduce you to him/herself; i cant do that because i dont know how to inroduce them, and they are not cooperating by making up their mind about a nickname.

This was just an intiating post, more to come when i have more to say;

Blood.Junikie