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Review of Twilight:
Much better than expected
but wouldn't endorse
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Yesterday I got permission from one of my Linguistics lecturers to do my final essay on the topic of leetspeak. Namely whether it's a register, dialect, or whatever. Or to put it more generally, what are the features of leetspeak and what pigeonhole can I put it in as a result :p
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Todays XKCD comic is incredibly sad, especially the alt-text. So being bored and all I went to the forums to see what other people thougt of it (it's been a looong time since he did a completely serious comic). And I found this:


You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

It's a poem by Margaret Atwood, by the way.
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so there was me hein and sarah all talking on msn in a group conversation right, and we decided to try group-writing some emo poetry for fun :p. Well that didn't work out too well but here are some of our solo efforts:

YOU MAKE ME WANT TO CRY
DO YOU STILL FIND ME EMO ENOUGH
I WONDER IF I SHOULD JUST WALK AWAY
AND DISSAPPEAR INTO MY LEAKING BLOOD


i wish i was a cloud
then i could rain down upon my enemies
they who ignore me
and refuse to recognise my pleas for help
i pour down rain the colour of my sorrows
bloody red
the world is drenched in red

HATRED IS MY NEW BLOOD

I LIVED IN A GILDED CAGE OF SILENCE



and here's one i prepared earlier ^_^

free falling
i wonder
if you would catch me
or will i fall forever
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took me about 2 minutes to write, lol


I'm sorry honey,
my heart is already full
there is no room for you
you'll just have to duke it out
for a space between the car and the dog
don't pout
its not that i don't like you
only whatever you do
don't. get between.
me and my lifestyle

(da dum da dum da dum)

inspired by joking around with a friend about how he wouldn't need a girlfriend if he bought both a car and a dog
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why you write an angsty song of course. Now if only i actually had a melody for it :p


when i'm near you my mind fills with fire
a dangerous mix of heat and desire
oh i know i can't be with you
but still my heart entreats you

my tongue feels like its twice as thick
just to see you makes me sick
i wish i could could be with you
i wish i'd truly known you

why won't you leave me be
I'm scarred by the memories you left behind
can't you see
the effect you have on me
I can't get you out of my mind

Now that we're all over
I've had a chance to think it over
i still love you
i can't have you
maybe its for the best..

yes i know the spark is gone
but i wish for -
oh i don't know
perhaps
to bask in your glory

we danced this dance once already
sang our duet strong and steady
but when i close my eyes
i see only you



yay for 6 hours sleep :( should have been closer to 4 but my first concrete memory of this morning is waking up at 9 instead of 7 like i was meant to. D'oh
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meh, seems like the only time i'm capable of creation is when my emotions are running high


the inside of my head is foreign to me
i enter and see a battlefield
lines already drawn

one side is held by defenders of marble
cold
unyielding
unliving

the other held by, at first glance, utter chaos
a melody at the edge of hearing
a terrible beauty belonging to the realm of angels and demons
wild sobbing turned to hysterical laughter
wisps of hopes and dreams

and in the middle of the field
is the trophy to be fought over
a small child frightened and alone
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so as i was cleaning out my wardrobe, i came across a folded piece of paper wedged into a shoebox. Boy am i glad I decided to see what it was before i threw it out. Here it is:

Kaddish by Roy Runds

He carried me on his shoulders;
loving, caring,
great heart and glowing mind,
firm and gentle,
fighting with strength and spirit
his setbacks and
those who would harm him and his kin;
finding refuge from
the bearers of the twisted cross
and the wooden cross;
he suffered others' failings,
forbore with his ill fate,
broke the bonds of his lusts and snares;
he was not devout,
but paid homage to God;
he could feel pity or contempt,
never hatred;
had scarce the will to kill
a weed or a bug;
was vain but not proud,
sneered at snobs;
he found a fitting spouse,
doted on his dear ones,
gave richly of his goodness;
he loved life but
did not fear death.
I still ride on his shoulders.
Father, O my father.

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