ok now i will tell u about my dreams so keep up kay!



one time i had a dream involving gackt and matt and mello. it was funny.

ok it started out that i worked in a gay bar... i was a bar tender. and gackt walked into the bar and he was verry confused cause in motter bike had ran out of gas... silly gackt. any way  he wante dto use the phone and i told him to talk to the owner wich was matt and mello. and they told him no and her would have to beat mello at DDR and mello was verry good at it wile gackt had some troble and he lost. so he got locked in a cage that was above the dance foor ....  (watch vanilla on you tube before you judge that! he is in a cage in that one!!!) so mello had a wip and hit gackt with it (again there is a video on youtube just gotta look for it) and he demanded that gackt dance in the cage and in a dorky way that gackt dances he danced and well mello was verry dissapointed. (no duh mello!!!)  so they let him out and gackt stole matt away and never came back and that was the end.. 


another dream i had involved me matt mello and crystal

we were on a ship and we had been lost at sea for forever .... they let me drive baaaaaaaaaaaaad idea. so me matt and mello were on a ship fishing for bird fish and we cach a wale and crystal was on it ... why? idk... we saved her off the wale but the wale got away cause of me and for the third day we didn't have food ause of the seagull attack on the first day out and crystal helped us get back home. and that was the end for that one


and i  had a dream  that gackt got married to Yetti.... they mett in dance class. XD

A door.

A plain

Wooden door.

I opened the door.

The door led to a dark hallway full of more ordinary doors.

I tried the light switch.

It did not turn on.

It remained dark.

A light from under a door peeked out.

I went and opened the door.

A room with a very detailed door.

The door had carvings of flowers and butterflies.

With jewels embedded in their wings and pedals.

There was a skeleton in the corner of the room.

I tried the door.

It was locked.

I looked at the skeleton.

There was a key in its mouth.

I took the key from its mouth.

The skeleton turned to dust.

As if the key were the only thing holding it together.

I unlocked the door and went in.

The room is bright .

My eyes adjust.

The room is empty.

I try to remember how I got to this place.

I can’t.

I am confused.

I am alone.

I sit down.

Curl into a ball.

Then I die.

Come cry

in pain,

Come cry

In pain,

It’s like salt on a wound.

When people ask me ‘what is wrong?’

When obviously nothing is right.

Is it funny?

When people try to run from their problem.

Then it eats them whole.

Then all they have is pain.

Shout out

In pain,

Shout out

In pain,

Pain is all I have.

My heart in a steel cage.

So no one can break

Keep it in a locked box.

Thought it would never see the light again...



PESTS

When the pests come,

there is nothing, we can do.

Then all we can do is wait for them to, leave.

Sometimes they don’t leave,

sometimes they stay for years,

sometimes they stay forever.

When they stay,

they bring terrible things,

-Disease-

They brainwash our friends,

and kill some of them.

They also make them,

fight each other.

They think they are doing things to,

‘Better’

this world of ours,

But they only help themselves.

They think everything is theirs,

when it is really everyone’s to share.

Then, when these pests don’t think,

the same way,

they build machines,

terrible machines that,

kill Billions of their kind-

They tear each other apart,

then rip the world apart.

Leaving destruction on the land

One day my friend and I had a very interesting conversation about…muffins. Yes, I said MUFFINS. Well, it all began with her.

“What is the difference between muffins and cupcakes?” she asked in her airy, bubbly tone; the tone that makes her sound like TOTAL IDIOT. She uses that voice when she is trying to be cute. Anyway, I replied, “Well, a muffin tends to be lumpy and cupcakes are kind of sloped and smooth..” I answered her nicely, and I was trying to be logical, so I added. “…and the amount of butter/lard/ oil that is used is different.” I am in Foods and Nutrition and I love making cup-cakes and muffins.

My friend giggled and said , “no- muffins are just ugly cup cakes.” I glared at her and sternly replied “not…my…. muffins.”

like goats and llammas and things and i just figured out how to post and yeah.... i ate cookies so , yeeeaah  *waves* hi Crystal she is behind me.......  i miss my bunny rabbit and thats all.