Greetings,



To any and all entities whose eyes fall on these wishful words, hopefully the message herein will fly like birds, and roost in obscure places, cause the gathering of all but unfamiliar faces.
I assume I've walked for more than a million paces. Lived a million abstractions, in a million strange places.
And now I stand, 21 years of linear time at door - and still remains so much more, to do, to see, to live, to breath, to know.
To re-live, realize, create new ties - to novel and chaotic things, new order, new lives, new topics, new songs to sing.
So here are a lot more words than a few, to duly inform that which is you. A few rhymes to indicate a time, in perpetual celebration of the divine
- an initiation to a new personal year, hopefully devoid of fear, full of cheer - and starting with plenty of beer.
(And an utterance need not even speak - of the varied intoxicants that'll be had through the week. )
That's the point right hear, trying to get to the meaning, while I half sarcastically attempt to keep context beaming and hold these words lyrically gleaming
- while I duly inform you the reader, acquaintance (and hopefully; friend) of the event of my sudden acknowledged aging, and 'year 20's abrupt end.


(It's been happening all year, sure. But not in the light of social recognition, cause if we celebrated every day like we should, well... there'd be no need for birthdays,
and that would hence erase the need of the current statement. Hence the subcontext, the brackets, so on)


So, I invite you, whoever you may be,
to journey with me, on Junes Friday the 13th.
In sane mind or none, for (hopefully) an insane time.... and fun!

Loose your mind,
leave inhibition behind,
intoxication/joy as your king,
worry should be the only true sin.

Then will be the moment to strain!
Music/God take my brain,
THERE IS NO ROOM FOR THE PROFANE!!!!!!







What a doucheblog.







Anyways, people. You had to be informed.
Wasn't particularly planning that little poem/rap/textual excursion, I just wanted to write an informative blog about my soon being 21. The divine mind took it from that point, I've just regained consciousness noting that there's a big rambly rhyme in the above section. lulz

I've recently, just now in fact; received an e-mail entitled "Bebo Abuse"(lol-ing my ass of at this gay term(fuck you bebo)), the following piece of text is the content of said e-mail:

"Colm El Hombre-Locust Bacon .45

We have received a complaint from another member of Bebo regarding the conduct of your profile '-Colm-' on Bebo.

If we receive further complaints from members we will look into this and if necessary cancel your Bebo membership.

We are unable to enter into discussions and will not get directly involved in disputes between members, we will simply cancel memberships if members are unable to get along.

Please help make Bebo a fun place to be!

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Please do not reply directly to this email."


So, as you may have imagined; I'm bothered by this.

If anyone looking at my page has a problem with it then TELL ME. Seems like the reasonable thing to do, right? Well, I've come to the conclusion long ago that most people aren't reasonable.

So please, next time has anyone problem with what I'm displaying/saying, let me know personally or else acknowledge the fact that you're a retard & a fucking child, feeling you need to/want to tattle to the authority figure, wherever & who/whatever that may be. In this case it's the 'bebo admin/s'. Why? Because you can't speak you're own words? & Why is that? Because you may get other words in response, making better sense than the words you just released into the world of expressed thought, so you need to think of more, better words to respond to those words, but you can't because you're an idiot who needs to 'puss out' & tell.

So, basically, whoever did this; you are a little fuck-head with no balls. & I'm fairly sure I know what retard did this anyway, seeing they are basically the only person I have any 'beef' with on bebo. So if you're reading this, feeling all smug that I got warned by the almighty high-chiefs of bebo & am perturbed enough to actually write a blog on this(Yes, I'm a nerd), I'd just like you to know I hope you get raped by a goat...





With aids....

..Or insanity, whichever way you want to perceive or define it, either way's good with me coz I've got my own answers to my own questions, that shan't change whether life/experience is supposed to be sane or insane.
It's all so strange, so undefinable, so unquestionable, but yet that's what we as human beings are constantly trying to achieve, to question that which we are adrift in, to create definitions of things we don't understand. Life is a dream, or at least the imaginings of answers to the beginning are a distant phantasm.
Too many people are caught up in possible future events, unanswerable questions, etc. This puzzles me, but then again, this wouldn't be the first time I've stared incredulously at the actions of other people, hell, even myself. Well, what I guess I'm trying to say is the whole concept of an idea is futile, unless outlined perfectly. The ambiguity involved in imperfect ideas clashing with others is fairly chaotic, especially if met with more half-truths & nonsensical sense. All the good ideas floating around are being diluted with idiocy, in short, what I'm trying to say is; if you have an an idea or belief, please refine it before releasing it into the world, have it make as much sense as possible in as little text. & do the same duty for the ideas of others, hear something a little off; correct & refine the idea & state it back to the owner. Thus evolution of ideas, thus of thought, THUS evolution of the human race.
I know, strange utterances, right? Sure, but I'm just tired, like may others, of unnecessary, trivial "information" filling the minds of the distant, & thus filling the ears of the present.

It's time to fight back!

To make sense!

The thoughtful shall once again rise!

& drown out the peripheral bullshit of this trash-media consumed culture(/world)!!!




*Sings we are children of the revolution*


*Collapses in laughter*


Serious? Me?