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I have so so so many poems kicking around. These ones are vague enough to share, but still zesty enough to be rad.

The End of November 1

Sometimes these moral dilemmas are necessary.

Proving you're human is never more revealed

Then when your mind and heart turn on one another.

It touches upon existential questioning; 

the idea of "what is right" becomes increasingly subjective.

Nothing is black and white.

So which do you listen to?

One can only carry both for so long...

Take an opportunity, or stick with what's known.

I think, either way, the heart is going to lose in the end.

The End of November 2

Joking around along the overpass

A silence comes over us; 

Long.

As the cold rain pours on both our faces,

He's wondering if I'm fucking someone else

And I'm thinking about what to make for dinner tomorrow night.

UpTokes - a limerick!

I made it to the front of r/trees

Holy moly, I am so pleased

It was my first ever post

So I feel I must boast

And speak of my Reddit disease

My post was inspired by Sean

Rode the roundabout all night long

It gave me a boner

'Cause I'm such a stoner

Now I'mma go hit this bong.

Something a little personal

I've looked at things this way when I was young

Close the blinds because I'm scared of the universe

Can not conceptualize the future; it's not important

But there was that looming anxiety.

Unjustified; more haunting in that respect.

The world was a thin dome of glass and it would be shattered,

Bringing new shades of grey to your wet eyes.

You knew the moment things became dark

The last night of innocence was filled with 

trivial things and superficial interests.

Superficial. Irony perhaps.

No time like the present

... to destroy on impulse.

I wish I knew you, as if you had never let go of the glass universe I called home.

Picking up the pieces has taken too long,

and things will never revert.

What's left is three pairs of emeralds, 

They shine so beautifully together; 

broken apart from the brittle dome they once shared in serenity.

Scattered, and longing for reunion. 

They are the only ones who truly understand.

-XXXesetarip 

Hope for something bigger than our selves.

    "Sometimes, when I wake up, I feel like I'm still sleeping. I feel like all the colours and shapes in the world have collided and all I can do is just sit there and watch. I think a person's heart has a way of turning off when it can't find reason. I guess that's why nature has always had an inspiring presence. Everything follows a purpose. I guess we're missing something. Why do we struggle to breathe a more righteous breath? When we all end up in the same place? I'd like to hope our history is worth remembering, and in print of careful design. A feeling of heartfelt purpose, and a sense of hope for something bigger than our selves. Then, maybe I'll wake up."  -- General Lee Briggs

 
     Over the past 4 years a movie had been in production. Thought about it was first spoken in 2006 and since then me and thousands of other fans had been waiting for it. The movie is titled love. An epic idea from the band Angels & Airwaves. Scored by the band, produced by Tom Delonge and Directed by Will Eubank.

    Since Tom first spoke of the movie, there had be speculation of when it would be coming out. Dates were constantly being pushed back. There would be months without any word about the movie. Finally, in 2007 a trailer was released. A movie called I-Empire, which would be share the title with the bands second album. But time went on with no word, and it became kind of a joke that the movie would never be released. Lastly in 2009 a trailer was posted on the apple store for a movie titled Love. After all these years it seemed like it was really going to happen.

    I finally got to see the movie a couple weeks ago with Xes. I couldn't have been more happy with how it turned out. It's defiantly an artistic film and is not for everyone. For only having a budget of 500 000$ it is extremely impressive. If you like the movies, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Solaris or Moon then you'd probably enjoy this movie.

    The plot of the movie is an astronaut named Lee Miller has been sent to the International Space Station alone, because it has been 20 years since humans have occupied it. While he is there running test, making sure that it is still safe for use he loses contact with Earth. There had been some sort of apocalyptic event killing off the human race. The main focus of the movie is the time he spends on the ISS alone. As he tries to stay sane, it depicts what it would be like living a lonely life on the claustrophobic space station. Slowly going crazy, he imagines seeing previous members of the ISS on board and communicates with them. Though still keeping the sense that they're his imagination and he knows they're not real. After finding a journal that was brought on board of a captain from the Civil war he makes a incredible discovery. Love has climatic end, that is very 2001 like. In the sense of it using a very quiet, artistic, almost confusing close. The movie as a whole explores the important need for connection with other people and the limitless power of hope. It shows that everyone has a story to tell and they have something even greater to leave behind.

 
Love comes on as a special edition double album Love Part One & Two and Love the movie on 11-08-11 and I encourage you all to at least go out in watch it. Don't go in thinking it will be some high action blockbuster, rather go in with an open mind and try to listen to the message that it's trying to share with you.


And a little input from Xesetarip:


For such a low budget film, it was extraordinarily well done. I had only watched the trailer going into it, I'm not familiar with the band, and I certainly was unaware of all the previous hype of it's slow development. So as a 'stranger' to the film, I was very impressed with it. It had a really slow pace all throughout, and I know it initially made me restless, but as the movie progressed you could sense the intentionality of the pace. It uses a lot of elements to emulate the imprisonment of Lee Miller and make the audience feel his confinement. Trippy as hell too ;). Sean said it was similar to 2001: A Space Odyssey, which I (regrettably) have never seen, so to me this was kind of a new concept. So emotional and has a nipple-hardeningly good message. I'd highly recommend checking out this movie, even if you're unfamiliar with it.

xxXesetarip


Here's the trailer.

Enjoy, Izan.

Paradisiacal Procrastination

Hello readers! And that means you! The 3 special people reading this right now! You!

It's been a fucking long time since I've wrote anything, but summer is over and school has started and that means it's time to sit back, stress out and procrastinate. 

Nobody likes doing work over the summer so all we do is get drunk and live our meaningless lives out like they're a paradise with no rules or responsibilities. Now that it's almost October and midterms are about 3 weeks away I think it's the perfect time to stop doing homework and start doing blogs? YDG?

Today I have my Illustration class and I was talking to some loser kid, I'd prefer not disclose this persons name with you all, but I'm sure you know who she is, and have been reading a lot of her poems as of late ;) (Major hint at who it is I'm talking about) Anyways, like I was saying, I was talking to her in class WHILE doing work. We started talking about the blog and how I should start writing more often. I tried to explain that I have a mountain of homework and that shit is only getting bigger and that I don't really have any time for it. So she nagged me on and on until I realized; "Da fuck am I doing?" Obviously I've missed you all and this blog was lacking a hell of a lot of sexy. I ended up ditching my real work and starting something stupid/fun.


I seen kids sleeping next to me so I felt "At least I'm fucking drawing, these noobs aren't even conscience." Our assignment we're working on right now is a Character design project for a fictional game we're working on. We're suppose to be doing a front almost-T-pose. I had already done the basic sketch of the body so I decided to spice it up. This is what I came up with.
 Enjoy.

It started out with  The Me-Gustatman...Mind your self all these names are working titles.




































Second to be created was Spokerfaceman

Third. Forever-Aloquaman....Because he sucks!

Lastly you have Trollerman

I hope you've all enjoyed these stupid procrastination sketches and that you all enjoy your Midterms by not doing homeworking and not studying for your tests! I WILL BE BACK!

Tootaloo

Izan.

Monday Poems! Wait, what?

I honestly thought it was Monday. Whoops. Here are some poems anyhow. No they don't rhyme. They never do.



This poem is mediocre but passionate. I wrote it 3 years ago regarding my boyfriend at the time. He was suffering from a mysterious and unpleasant neurological disorder called Kleine Levin Syndrome and it became quite the struggle for us. 


KLS


Will you remember me tomorrow?
Sometimes I question.
Are you there?
Sweetheart.
I love you.
It's so hard
to see past your cold eyes
into where your heart used to be.

Will you remember me tomorrow?
Right beside you,
I've never felt so alone.
I kiss your cheek and you feel
Nothing.
Where are you?
Somewhere in there.
Same face,
different heart.

Will you remember me tomorrow?
The days I wait for you
to come back to me
I feel:
Worthless
Alone
Invisible.
Gradually my soul becomes
Dead, like yours.

Sun rises
Please, remember me tomorrow.

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I wrote this poem when I was super baked; somewhat old but still 2011. Those are the best ones. 


(Untitled)


Cognitive reality distorted
Living zombie
All external realities elated
Pulling away in a tube of three dimensions

Do your soggish feet get devoured?
No but...
Creamy, thick wind, ever looming
Why I could sit here all night
and not feel a thing!

But darling, heart burning, linger
For I don't remember what is in your spine
That's the captain
And the cheesecake is waiting for you
Icy cold, and hidden underneath it all.


-------------------


This one is recent.


Under. Lying.

I hide my love for you 

In someone else's bed

You wrote the rules

I play the game.

I'll be in your arms

Tomorrow, my darling.

It seems transparent

Yet more underlying

In this competition

Of who cares less

You have me caught

Cat and mouse

You have my whole heart

Except the part that's honest.

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Also very recent and one of my favourites.

Take Your Sunglasses Off, You Look Stupid 

("Subway Poem")

Hovering along on the inside of a tornado

I feel invisible because no one acknowledges me

Yet they can sense my presence as I pass by

I swear I heard the escalator --ascending beside me-- scream "hello!"

I fly through corridors subconsciously

The metallic monster roars past me...

And them I'm calmly situated on the old red fabric

Trapped in this tunnel with the rest of the world

We float on together, never minding our own business

Flower buds in my ears make mother's voice go away

But I know where I'm going.

So I drift along. Listening.

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I'll write a comedic one next time. Thank you for reading my darlings!

Your soggish sex machine,
Xesetarip

Xesetarip Bashes What You Wear

HELLO AGAIN, HAVEN'T SEEN YOU SINCE APRIL!

Back to school means a few things:

1) Blogtime (it's like productive procrastination)

2) Friends (they're neat!)

3) Trends in style and other shit (I'm judging you)

More so the latter in this case. You must understand, I am stupendously superficial... like, I'm a dick. 

Brief anecdote:

I was walking on Dundas and I saw this couple holding hands; the chick was dressed... normal?... but the dude was wearing dirty, baggy sweatpants. I found myself thinking, "if my boyfriend ever wore sweatpants in public, there's no way in Hell I'd hold his hand." Sweatpants nullify any prior attraction or love. Gross.

Offended? That's okay. This is me when I was 16. Greasy hair, sweatpants and tacky scarf. Sexy. 

I took so many pictures of myself that day. For shame.

 Atrociousness: 10/10

I also dislike the following. And it's okay because I use myself in [most of] the examples... right? 

Plaid with Plaid

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! You got some plaid shorts? SICK! Plaid shirt? GROOVY! If you find yourself thinking they're both plaid therefore they must match; I'll wear them together! then HALT RIGHT THERE PARTNER! I can't say much more than: pairing plaid with plaid is the worst combination ever ! EVER !! You could be the sexiest man alive:

 BUT

Combining plaid with plaid:

Sorry babe, but you're going to have to die.

Terribleness: 11/10 

New Balance Shoes

Y'know... white running shoes. Not cool ones though... Like, the ones you wore in grade 6 gym class. Some velcro, some not (for you keen chillun). When I'm out dancing or bar-ing or looking for some hot ass, and I see a dude in these shoes... NO SOUP FOR YOU! Instant anti-lady-boner. Unless you're at the gym or something...

You can tell a lot about a person by their footwear and these shoes tell me "I don't know what a clitoris is". I'm sure a lot of chicks like them?

Ugliness: 10/10

Hipster Hatin' and Imitatin' 

Everyone makes fun of hipsters and hates on them and such.  I'd say hipster is the new 'emo'... Similar to emos, hipsters behave a certain way to obtain- yet always deny- their title. 

~FOR EXAMPLE~

2006 - Emo?

NO NOT EMO!

2011 - Hipster? 

NO NOT HIPSTER!

Amiright? Now, I have no problem with the hipster image. It's a particular style, and a good one. What bothers me is that so many folks make fun of hipsters, yet half the people I see out on the town look like they came from an Urban Outfitters American Apparel Black Market Value Village Misc Vintage catalogue. I know there's more to the hipster stereotype than apparel, but c'mon kids, you're halfway there when you imitate the way "they" dress. I put "they" in quotes because we all know hipsters don't really exist. Duh. Ask one if you don't believe me. 

Dreadfulness: ?/10

Red Lipstick

I remember when only moms (and adventurous men) wore lipstick... I really dig that it's commonly worn by young folks now. But! Red lipstick is a dangerous thing. I was going to make a survey and see how many people own red lipstick but then I didn't care that much. I bet a lot of people do though. My point is, red lipstick doesn't go with everything. It hardly goes with anything actually. Lipstick-ify with caution!

Unpleasantness: 4/10

Photo Booth

Re: photographic style. You have a Mac which is cool but... It's really not that cool.

Annoying-ness: 3/10

Ps. I downloaded a couple apps to my iPhone that can edit pictures for you to look all artsy without Photoshop. And they do a pretty sick job! FUCK THOSE APPS! Real Photoshop ftw!!!...? (4/10)

Toms Shoes

It's all fancy marketing. The video opposes Toms' "One Day Without Shoes" campaign.  I don't really have a heart so I'm not going to act or anything but still... Watch!:

"Aid should start by asking communities what their needs are, rather than what will help American corporations sell an image of being socially conscious." ^

Cynical tings mon.

Ps. They're super ugly too.

Disagreeableness: 5/10

Fake Specs

I have glasses and they suck. Why would you want glasses if you don't need them!? I understand this trend... people look good in Wayfarers for sure! I just can't get over the fact that someone would wear glasses unnecessarily. Am I way off here? 

I'm also guilty of this. Methinks this was grade 12... oh dear.

I'm such a fucking tool! 

Lameness: 7/10

Honourable Mentions:

Yoga pants as regular pants - I don't have an ass so really it's just jealousy.

6/10

Uggs - I own 'em but boy are they fucking ugly and don't look good with anything!

9/10

Canada Goose jackets - Lol wut? Not that cold yo. I guess parkas are neat.

1/10

Tattoo of your name - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Silly.

10/10

Chipped nail polish - Happens to us all but boy does it look nasty.

8/10

Pants - Remove them

69/10

"People with short hair who wear toques" - Sean's response when I asked him. Personally I think it's the sexiest look going ;)

Infinite sexy/10

Fashion victim,

or fash'm slave?

You make the call!

-Dr. Steve Brule

Thesaurus: 10/10

-Xesetarip xoxoxoxoxxx

Whole Muffins

I'd rather have half a muffin any day. No. No I wouldn't.

Advice from Izanrelur:

Man whole is way better than half. Like,

1) You get the whole muffin and

2) What happened to the other half!? Did a hobo eat it an' get his sloppy germs on it!?

3) It's a fucking whole muffin!

And that, friends, is why whole muffins are better than half muffins, and half muffin should not be mistaken as have nuffin' because then there isn't even half a muffin... there is just no muffin at all.

Should you?

Well since exams and final assignments are coming up, and school is coming to an end hopefully we can start posting more and more each week....and finish our story....but for now I leave you with this flowchart I decided to whip up.



Whatever you choose, happy smoking ;)

- Izan

The Time We Went Back In Time (Part 2)

If you missed it, click here for part one! If you didn't miss it, enjoy part 2:

When the twins came into consciousness, they were able to see where the strange hippies were holding them captive. When they opened their eyes they saw they were in an office that had framed photos of what appeared to be oversized iPhones all over the wall.

Xesetarip looked over at Izanrelur: "Hey! Bro!... where are we?!" But he appeared to be sleeping so she looked around the room to see if there was anything she could use to get him to wake up. On the wall there was a shelf with what seemed to be iPods all over it as well as very primitive iPhone. Xes began to hobble over towards it, but she noticed she was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back making any movement a rather tough task. She hobbled over and finally she reached it. She used her chin to hit the shelf and knocked one of the iPods off. It fell and shattered over her brother’s head. Startled he screamed and fell over in his chair. He was gasping for breath because the shock almost caused him to have a stroke; he regained consciousness and began to feel the pain of shattered-iPod-to-the-head.

We hired a better artist to sketch this time.

"Fuck! where the FUCK are we! FUCKK! my shoulder fucking hurts! What the fuck is going on, "He looked around "when the fuck did we get back to the future!?" Just as he finished his little tantrum, the door opened and a silhouette of a man in a suit filled the doorway.

"Haw haw haw" said the man in the door. He said it quite articulately too... like just the way it's written. The twins could tell immediately this was a peculiar fellow. "You, sonny, on the guhround thereuh. You are ah poooouuusssy!" Suddenly a small leprechaun with orange feet and a crooked smile and outrageously unbearable odour started dancing. He had backwards knees. "What a funny thing to observe" Xes said to her brother who had finally stopped crying.

Whipping (no, not wiping, actually whipping) his tears away, he managed to get up off the ground. He grunted to try to hide the sobbing that he was previously doing. Dazed and confused still and thinking he was still on drugs, he started laughing at the leprechaun. "What the fuck is going on?" He kept giggling. It went on for like 5 minutes until he snapped out of it:"Heeeeey how'd we get back here?! Where's the machine!?" he yelled at the man standing in the doorway. The man strolled in kind of like this and answered, "I'um verrreh sorreh too telluh you thatuh I have no Ideauh what you'reeh talkingge about." As he got closer it became obvious to Izan that he was dressed up in 1960's gear. "We're still here!...wait...iPhones?....what the fuck?!" .

“I hate to sound like a broad, but um… what?” Xes asked her brother in a ridiculously Barbie doll tone that would agitate even Paris Hilton.

Xesetarip if she were a Barbie doll?

“Be quiet and play with the leprechaun. Now, mister funnyaccentman, what year is it?”
The man in the suit replied, “it isuh 1969. And pleasuh, call me Kristopher Clarence Ignatius Douglass.”
“Is that your name!?” Izan asked.
“No,” the man claiming to be Kristopher Clarence Ignatius Douglass replied with a smirk on his face parallel to our favourite meme:

"Problem?"

"Then what is your name!?" Izan asked him while still laying on the ground.
"Oh you will find out in time. Now you should get some rest we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow". The man exited the room and the tiny leprechaun followed.
"Oh man what do we do now!?" Xes whimpered in the corner.
"Hey man, we'll get to the bottom of this, but I think he's right we should rest.." Izan tried to comfort her..."At least one thing turned out better than expected, the little imp thing undid my handcuffs!"

“Yeah he undid mine too. What a nice little lad.” Izan got up and sat beside his sister. They sat in silence for a moment, mostly from total shock, and then Xes picked up the oversized mysterious piece of technology. “So, this is 1969, and yet they have these hefty iPhones. Maybe I’ll use it to call home ahahah—“
“Haw haw haw, youh can try but youh will failuh” said the man who randomly appeared out of nowhere whose name is not Kristopher Clarence Ignatius Douglass.
“Yeah you fuck, your mom was like nine years old, our present doesn’t exist yet!” Izan smart-ass-ly noted.
“Haw haw haw but reallyuh, that is not a phoneuh!”
“Well then, what on earth is it!?” Xes asked in a voice that sounded like a dirty dubstep drop.
“I don’t uhnderstand that.”
“Sorry, my sister was speaking our native language. She said ‘what be dat ting?’” Izan assisted.
“Welluh, this here is Microsoft’s newest inventionuh. They have cuhreated a line of tablet computers designeduh, developeduh and marketeduh by Microsoft puhrimarily as a platformuh for audio-visual media incuhluding books, periodicals, moviesuh, music, gamesuh, and web content.”

Izan stood up all flustered and said, "ok, shut up, this is like an iPhone, I know what it sorta does. The strange thing is you mentioned Microsoft?" He looked at Xes in a way that said we all know iPhones ain’t from Microsoft!
"Now seeuh here, I don'tuh need your sasseh remarksuh"
Xes slowly walked over to the shelf and picked up one of the devices. After playing around with it for a while she just exploded angrily, "What is going on here?! Who the hell would want a stupid piece of technology like that!!? No phone?! Are you kidding?" She got all up in The Funnyaccentman's face.
"Oh, calm downuh you slutuh!" He smacked her in the face and left the room locking the door behind him. Izan checked on his sister but she was clearly out cold. He decided to fiddle around with the oversized, phone-less iPhone.

This mysterious device seemed more intriguing to Izan than it did to his sister. "Hey mister, I --" he began, but he looked around forgetting that the man had, yet again, eerily vanished. "What the fuck is up with this place?" He asked himself, "Microsoft of '69 has some creepy fellows. That leprechaun, MAN! And monsieur not revealing his name. And how we went from being with hippies to some swanky teach- heavy office..." He trailed off in a rambling self-narration that would make him look insane if anyone were in there. "Seeing as no one is in here," Izan said as he looked around, "I think I'll take one of these doohickeys with me in the time machine back to 2010! I will be the only one with one muah hahaha-"
"Bro, are you talking to yourself again!?" Xes asked through tired speech (she sleep-talks) from the ground.

He laughed and continued to dig deeper into the device but the battery started to die, so he looked around for a charge of some sort. Evidently, there was nowhere to charge it, so he turned it off and sat down in the corner. That's when he saw what looked like a way out.

There was a half damaged vent near the top corner of the room. He grabbed a chair and stood on it to see if he could get it off. The noise awoke Xes and she came over to see what was going on. "Yo what are you doing up there?" she asked but he didn't reply because he was so lost in his train of thought about getting out. "Hey!" she yelled and tugged on his space suit. He thought she was the funny man and let out a girly squeal then fell off the chair (for the second time today).
In his defensive Kung Fu pose he yelled, "Back off queer man!...oh uuuh...you're awake." He clutched his heart, thinking he had coronary thrombosis or something. After he caught his breath he explained to his sister that they may have a way out of their prison. “It’s just a matter of if we can fit!” he said as he hopped up on his chair and continued trying to get the vent off.

After half an hour and some dramatic montage music sung by Xes, the vent finally came off. "Finally! The vent came off!"
"Yeah, I got skillz… but now there is bad news. I don't think it can fit us both. We're too heavy together" he explained to her. "Get everything you can together and I'll lift you up and you go. Don't worry about me I'll be fine, just try to find some sort of help."
"I can't man, I wont be able to do it myself." Xes said nervously, "It's just too much man; I'm too scared"
"You can! Don't worry. There is a window here in the back of our room, that maybe our arms could fit through, see it? Maybe if you can get outside through the vent we can meet up at the window and conduct another plan for getting me out. Go now, before someone comes back!" Izan put his hands out and boosted Xes up to the vent. He put the vent cover back on, slipped the mysterious techno device into his spacepack, and waited.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Love,
Izanrelur and Xesetarip
xxx

The Time We Went Back In Time (Part 1)

This is a document written by biographer Norman L. Hollandaise of Izanrelur and Xesetarip’s first time travel expedition. It was composed in late April 2010 after an extensive interview with the twins. There is footage of these events yet to be released. The twins departed on February 3^rd 2010.

... the time was, in fact, August 15, 1969 in Bethel New York. The twins had just arrived from the present via their trusty time machine built by the masterful Izanrelur. Little did the people at Woodstock know, A BATTLE OF EPIC AWESOMENESS was about to ensue. They were dawned in their spectacular gear: Izan in a very crisp, stylish Astronaut Suit and Xes in her shiny, extraordinary suit of armour (by Armani).

To prepare themselves for the festival, the twins took a couple hits of acid (if you know them you'll know it is their drug of choice next to meth). Xes reminded her brother of the time when he took acid which resulted in the loss of his iPod to the garbage man. "Oh yeah" he responded. "Oh well", and he took one extra tab for the road.

Once they got up to the gate of the festival they realized they were a tad late, and it was already packed with stanky ass awesome hippies. They quickly made friends with a woman name Moonfrugal and hopped up top of the crowd with a surf board and literally surfed their way to the center of the group.

"Okay, seeing as no one can hear me with this suit of Armani armour on, can you please address the crowd as to our intentions?" Xesetarip asked her brother.
"Sorry I didn't hear you behind that suit of Armani armour. You should have dressed a little more practically for this event you knob," he replied.

"You're wearing a space suit you piece of shit!" They were only at Woodstock for an hour and they were already fighting.

They decided to chill for a bit and jam to music. After about 40 minutes of vibing out to Sweetwater, Izan asked his sister "Yo, this was such a good idea to come here man! I really wanna grab a hold of one of these dragons and go for a ride, but they're to damn fast br-"
Xes interrupted him screaming, "THIS ISN'T WHY WE ARE HERE MAN!" Izan couldn’t hear her and began to caress the tats of a woman dressed in nothing but a skirt made of daisies. His attention span is often very limited.
"Why didn't I bring a fucking change of clothes!?" thought Xesetarip, "what is the point of wearing this suit of armour if NO ONE CAN HEAR ME!" She scoped out the crowd and came to an epiphany. After seeing the nudity around her, she realized she had no other option than to remove her suit and join them.

It is notable that she is a very logical thinker while under the influence of acid. It is also notable that she is usually naked anyway so it really wasn't that big of an epiphany.

Three hours later, siblings were inevitably split up. The entirety of events during this time were a blur of drugs, sex and music. Izan had found a nice sexy hippy and was surrounded by followers while he told them about his encounters in space with aliens and how he saved the planet from destruction. The music was dying down and one of the crazy Hindu Indians came out to speak to the crowd. Meanwhile Xesetarip was running around naked with a crowd of crazy hippies, yelling and dancing and tipping over porta potties.

Click the pic for big bad saucy sexy good grand qualiteh.

With her face covered in mud she said, "WHERE IS MY BROTHER HOLY SHIT!" and using her Woman Power she demanded him away form his orgy and onto the stage. "Tell them why we're here, brother!" she commanded.
"Jesus H, put some fucking clothes on, slut!" As he stumbled around on stage, trying to get his balance, he took off his helmet and puked all over the drum kit. "Ahh, that feels better." He walked over to his sister, covering his eyes out of disgust of her lack of clothed-ness. "Have you no dignity?!, you're scaring everyone here with your nudity! Put some--"
Xesetarip rudely interrupted her brother. "FORGET ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW! WHY ARE WE HERE!"

A well endowed African American man pat Xesetarip on the shoulder and handed her a blanket, "please, for the sake of us all, cover yourself." Hesitantly she wrapped the blanket around her so her brother could uncover his eyes and keep the rest of his lunch down. "FRIENDS OF WOODSTOCK! My brother Izanrelur and I are here because.....(a lengthy pause, then she whispered to Izan)... bro, I forget why we're here. I know we wore battle suits for a reason..."

Izanrelur looked at Xesetarip puzzled. He leaned in and whispered, "Fuck, I forgot too. GOD DAMN IT!" He went back to the crowd and assured them that they were experiencing a tiny little technical difficulty and it would be fixed in a couple minutes. But hippies don’t like delays you see; the crazed treehuggers/potheads began to riot!
"WE WONT WAIT FOR ANYONE!!!!!" they chanted as they destroyed the place!
"RUNNNN BROTHER!" screamed a now naked Xesetarip (the blanket was thrown on a group of rabid hippies).

Izan grabbed the mic and climbed up one of the pillars of the stage! "CALM DOWN, CALM THE FUCK DOWN EVERYONE!'
Xesetarip climbed up after him, "GET THEM TO STOP, I'M SCARED!!!!" she whimpered.
"Shut the fuck up, I know what I'm doing," he responded back (in a more aggressive tone, if you couldn't guess). "ALRIGHT YOU WANNA KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE?!" The crowd cheered! "The real reason is--" the mic then dropped to the ground... and so did Izanruler, shortly followed by his sister. Someone had thrown a rock knocking both twins unconscious! A couple of [oddly well-dressed] hippies captured both Izan and Xes and took them away to a mysterious place.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Going Upstairs

We have the dumbest conversations. Example:

"Don't you hate when you go upstairs to get something and then you get distracted and you forget to get it?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you do get it but what you were going to get was your homework so then you're stuck doing homework?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you do get it but its like 3 in the morning and you're naked and your parents come out of the bathroom and catch you?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you realize the floor is melting because you took too much acid?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you get raped by Pedobear?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you realize you have no stairs because you live in a bungalo?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you realize you were already upstairs and now you're downstairs?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and your boyfriend tells you to make him a sandwich but you don't know how?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you realize that you're in a stair climbing marathon in the CN Tower?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something but then uncle Vernon says, 'no Harry, get back under the stairs.'?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something but you can't cause your stairs are like an MC Esher painting?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something but at the top of the stairs there is a rabid dog and you try to go back down the stairs to run away but Patrick Bateman is at the bottom naked with a chain saw and you're paralysed because even though that is a super sexy image, you're going to have to accept your fate and die?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and then you realized you could've just used an elevator?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and you see your two male dogs having sex?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and you see your two male dogs having sex with your dad?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and you just miss the burglar leaving with your TV and other miscellaneous valuables (he has big hands, he can carry a lot)?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to see what time it is and the clocks are melting?

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and you see a letter from your parents saying they abandoned you? No, you don't hate that... PAAAAAARTAY"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs to get something and you finally get it and come back downstairs only to realize you never left in the first place and you're just day dreaming?"

"Don't you hate it when you go upstairs hoping that there will be someone at the door but there isn't and you just sigh? FOREVER ALONE"

Midterms make writing tough. Drugs demotivate. Other adventures in the process.

-Xesetarip and Izanrelur

Elements of the Skin

Somehow my mind has been manipulated into over-thought. There are two definite influences: a friend who always questions the world around him, and a novel that outlines the decline of the human condition. The two seem to work simultaneously to make me observe... stuff.

I've become so analytical about everyone; questioning motives when people speak, or generally assessing their presence. Nothing is face value to me, but rather the context of the scenario. We are far beyond the time of words having validity.

But look who's writing.

Surely I don't hate people, but I hate how inevitably awful our species has become. Everyone has just stopped caring about everyone on a personal level; people are pulling apart and fading away.

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impatience - deceit - ignorance - entitlement

My friend has a kind heart. We walked home the other night with leftovers from the restaurant we ate at. A homeless woman wandered up to us begging for food with a fake fucking puppy dog face(a disgusting practice). Deceit.

Her misfortune is not my problem. Leave me alone. Impatience.

But my friend, like I said, has a kind heart. She gave the homeless woman her container with the leftovers: "It's all yours!" and we started to walk away. Ignorance.

The woman, without a thank you, opened the container, threw it on the ground and walked away. It was not good enough for her. This woman... she smelled like fucking shit, begged my friend like a dog for food and it wasn't good enough. Entitlement.

I hope that woman goes very hungry.

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You should probably buy a more expensive jacket

And add to your collection of non-reusable, Styrofoam coffee cups.

Carry these tokens to protect your "substance"/"persona"/...

She wears expensive jewellery

He drinks brand-name coffee

His phone is superior to mine

She has lipstick

He has a new tattoo

Their apparel leaves no secrets

We're fading.

Watch the fat girl eat cookies for breakfast

The prof. drinks bottled water

Buddy uses a Macbook to check the hockey scores

I'm trying to justify why she'd wear heels in the snow...

I don't know you

But I do know...

Your sympathies don't matter

You should probably buy a more expensive jacket.

Consume. Consume. Consumer.

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You can't listen to the ambient sounds around you; nothing is good enough for your ears anymore.

Your texts won't send because you don't get service in this building built for... learning. Disaster.

It's 8 am and already people are hanging on the other end of the technological extension of yourself. You are important!

Take topless mirror-shots or show some tit. Put it on Facebook. There are no surprises anymore.

After 2,111 photos, do you still need to see my face? Don't answer that. It won't change things.

You mumble when you speak because you know nothing beyond the virtual arena that has become your comfortable environment.

I can't even make a telephone call anymore.

I don't have 458 friends. We won't even offer each other a "hello" if we encounter. We hide our eyes and keep going because we're fading. 458 friends...

We drink every night because the reality of our digital detachment becomes easier. And we photograph it. And we show the world. True friends.

Connect. Connect. Connected.

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He is gay

He is straight

She loves all

She loves no one

These two are fucking

She hides

He's out there

Who gives a fuck?

Feel. Feel. Feeling.

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pale

dark

freckles

hair

scars

bones

fat

blood

stretch marks

man-made colour

scratches

burns

moisture

dryness

wrinkles

acne

cosmetics

secretions

glands

pores

nerves

goose bumps.

The exterior to one's supposed individuality.

We are all the same.

Elements of the skin.

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I've been writing these things in my notebook for weeks. A lot of this^^ is excerpts. I'll be in class and just start jotting down the behaviour around the room.

I see the way no one cares about everyone

and everyone cares about everyone.

I guess you could say irony maybe, or some kind of paradox.

It's bizarre though, because generally I'm quite apathetic... and even now I'm not personally going to challenge my own critiques. I guess it's^ just a pessimistic regurgitation of what society has become. Or senseless bitching, which, as you know, I'm good at.

Anyhow, you shan't be offended. This is a self-critique too. It's all a facade.

But really, do you ever encounter someone and wonder "what made them decide to wear that colour of nail polish"? I've been thinking too much about trivial things like that.

Nothing can be taken at face value anymore.

Seriousness today, sexiness tomorrow,

Xesetarip

Shit I Learn in English

I suffer from a terrible thing. It's called "English minor" and it is causing me to become very ill. I'm good at English but it's boring as fuck. So, in order for me to be able to pay attention in 8am English and not fall asleep, I need to make my notes as interesting as possible. These are actual things my teacher talked about in class but I interpreted them in my own way to help me learn :). You should do the same, kids. Stay in school. Don't do drugs. Use condoms. And make your English notes sexy.




Yes indeedy. For some reason every course I take somehow drags feminism into it. FML.

Better listen to what he says.

Oh yes. We learned plenty on Monster Gaga.

It's a justified conclusion I think.

A little tasteless on my behalf.

My teacher said this.

She's also really into burlesque.

Maybe she should stop having sex with rabbits then? (I know that's not what really happened stfu)

"Box of Gaga parts"

A summary of common themes in today's lecture.

Yup my teacher used the metaphor of the "other" being "shit."

That's what they did back in the day!

Hate that fucker.

Fuck feminism. But yay booby tassels.

And we did see them in class today.

Do you have a stick or a circle!?

Best of luck in your classes, friends.

Xesetarip

makin' sexy notes since... 2009.