• 30Nov 09

  Has it really been four months?

  Yeah, I guess it has been that long.

  Life's different. It's taken a turn for the better. Not much to discuss, though last weekend I did finally get Xbox Live. All of my achievements got wiped, so I have to replay everything... oh well. I only had 11.7k gamerscore. Not much. Gamertag on profile.

  • Posted Nov 30, 2009 7:50 pm PT
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• 2Aug 09

  The End.

  "The Hollow Men" by T.S. Elliot

  MISTAH KURTZ -- HE DEAD.
  A penny for the Old Guy

  I
  We are the hollow men
  We are the stuffed men
  Leaning together
  Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
  Our dried voices, when
  We whisper together
  Are quiet and meaningless
  As wind in dry grass
  Or rats' feet over broken glass
  In our dry cellar

  Shape without form, shade without colour,
  Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

  Those who have crossed
  With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
  Remember us—if at all—not as lost
  Violent souls, but only
  As the hollow men
  The stuffed men.

  II
  Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
  In death's dream kingdom
  These do not appear:
  There, the eyes are
  Sunlight on a broken column
  There, is a tree swinging
  And voices are
  In the wind's singing
  More distant and more solemn
  Than a fading star.

  Let me be no nearer
  In death's dream kingdom
  Let me also wear
  Such deliberate disguises
  Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
  In a field
  Behaving as the wind behaves
  No nearer—

  Not that final meeting
  In the twilight kingdom

  III
  This is the dead land
  This is cactus land
  Here the stone images
  Are raised, here they receive
  The supplication of a dead man's hand
  Under the twinkle of a fading star.

  Is it like this
  In death's other kingdom
  Waking alone
  At the hour when we are
  Trembling with tenderness
  Lips that would kiss
  Form prayers to broken stone.

  IV
  The eyes are not here
  There are no eyes here
  In this valley of dying stars
  In this hollow valley
  This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

  In this last of meeting places
  We grope together
  And avoid speech
  Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

  Sightless, unless
  The eyes reappear
  As the perpetual star
  Multifoliate rose
  Of death's twilight kingdom
  The hope only
  Of empty men.

  V
  Here we go round the prickly pear
  Prickly pear prickly pear
  Here we go round the prickly pear
  At five o'clock in the morning.

  Between the idea
  And the reality
  Between the motion
  And the act
  Falls the Shadow
  For Thine is the Kingdom

  Between the conception
  And the creation
  Between the emotion
  And the response
  Falls the Shadow
  Life is very long

  Between the desire
  And the spasm
  Between the potency
  And the existence
  Between the essence
  And the descent
  Falls the Shadow
  For Thine is the Kingdom

  For Thine is
  Life is
  For Thine is the

  This is the way the world ends
  This is the way the world ends
  This is the way the world ends
  Not with a bang but a whimper.

  • Posted Aug 2, 2009 12:10 am PT
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• 28Jul 09

  School starts again next week. D:

  Yep. I start my junior year of high school next Wednesday.
  This semester, I have Chemistry H, Spanish 3 H, Trig H, and Yearbook.

  Tomorrow, I'm going to get some obvious stuff for school, and this weekend I'm getting some much needed clothes and shoes. (Yay shoes!) Maybe a haircut, too.

  Meh. It's hard to believe that summer has gone by this fast. I didn't even get to do anything...

  • Posted Jul 28, 2009 8:39 pm PT
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