worth more than the money I crave,
feelings felt by me belonging to you I saved.
though we knew nothing of each other,
the feelings felt were close to that of a lover.
pieces of me have been ripped apart.
though i act tough, i'm weak at heart.
tears shed, anguish felt, life's shattered,
though fiction, nothing should have mattered.
bleeding ink on paper, makes an impression,
releasing my pain, and lessening my depression.
frowning, eyes closed, crying, deep sigh,
take care, fare thee well what was once mine.
- deliccate
don't ask, i won't explain T_T
March 27, 2008
March 21, 2008
-
My Ode to Money:
When I touch you fleetingly,
you linger on my fingertips.
I beg to you hold tightly,
you continue to leave my grip.
I try to lock you away from others,
you always find your way out.
Why?! Why won't you stay!? And never leave!
I want to meet your friends.
I want to live with you forever!
Let's be together always!
And yet, every month you leave me, to go to bills...
Money, my passion for you swells.
T_TThe original Ode to Money:
"My current relationship involves this
special someone that goes in and out of my life. Never held unto
tightly. When in my hands, always slipping through my fingers. And ever
having me looking forward for more. Who is he? MONEY!"
March 20, 2008
March 11, 2008
-
JAMAICAN ASSASSIN
The CIA had an
opening for an assassin.
After all of the background checks interviews and
testing were done there were
three finalists:
An American man, an English
man and a Jamaican man.For the final test, the CIA agents took the
American man to a large
metal door and handed him a gun.
We must know that
you will follow our instructions, no matter what
the circumstances. Inside
this room you will find your wife sitting
in a chair. You have to kill her."
The American
said "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife".
The
Agent replies," Then you're not the right man for this job."
The English man
was given the same instructions. He took the gun
and went into the room. All
was quiet for about five minutes.Then
the English man came out with tears in
his eyes, "I tried blokes,
but t I can't kill my wife", The Agent
replies,
"You don't have what it takes, take your wife and go
home."Finally, it was the Jamaican's turn, he took the gun and went
into
the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another.
Then they heard
screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a
few minutes, all was
quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood
the Jamaican with torn clothes.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and said,
"How Unnuh so wicked! Unnuh neva
tell mi di bloodclaat gun was loaded wid
blanks!!
A beat mi haffi beat har
bomboclaat to death wid di rass chair!!"if it's difficult to understand the jamaican, i can translate. XD
March 10, 2008
-
it's so sad when a sweet lamb from upstate comes to the big city and gets nipped at by a vicious bitch...
our poor little sweet lamb, C2 is being viciously used by psycho. and what can she do, come to deliccate~onesama.
"deliccate~onesama, i have a not so important question to ask you. art thou busy?" - C2
"oh, little one. i'm hear to listen to your troubles." - onesama
"i am uncomfortable with with something and was wonder if i had to do what i'm told." - C2
"please relate the circumstances..." - onesama
"that very obtrusive person that sits in the front, she wants to change her lunch hour for today. and i'm wondering if i have to do it?" - C2
"again!! No! you don't HAVE to do it. she's making this an issue." - onesama(re-enactment highly over exaggerated for enterainment purposes only.)
rest of story in a moment...
February 13, 2008
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