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Yesterday was probably the luckiest day for me, however. I went to my girlfriend's stepfather's co-worker's house to babysit her children with my girlfriend. (Complex line, isn't it? Take a while to digest that.)
We played around with the kids and I ended up cleaning dishes. Unfortunately, Nichole and the kids dragged me away from my passion (I coincidentally love to clean dishes) and forced me to watch The Last Mimzy and The Cat In The Hat with them, which was more of an adult-themed movie than I thought. And at the end of the day, I went with Nichole to a nearby movie theater and watched 1408, one of the scariest movies I've seen in a long time. The only problem with that was the fact that the girls behind us wouldn't shut the f**k up! With every event that happened in the movie, they had to flap their f**king mouths! Holy s**t! I've never been so f**king pissed in a theater in my entire f**king life! AAAAAAAAAAUGH! -> stressed -> scream -> gonk
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But it was still a good movie. And now, to complete this entry, I give my signature poetry. Enjoy, minions of chaos and destruction. mrgreen
Colors Of Paradise
A fractured heaven collapsed upon that realm which we called reality;
That which bore witness to the composition of restrictions man had imposed on earth.
I gazed upon this place. It was beyond anything I could ever dream of.
The pure essence of melancholy, in all its vivacious fury, released my heartstrings one by one.
There, sewn delicately into a rolling meadow, were magnificent floral cultivations.
They were but mere sunflowers and daisies and dandelions, and yet so much more than that.
Above my head was a newborn masterpiece that could never be rightly labeled as the sky.
Clouds of weightless cotton sailed across its cerulean canvas, crafted from the purity of an ocean’s gleam.
I stared down from that cerulean magnum opus, and found children at play in the daisies.
Laughter flooded my ears and my heart. Never before was one so enthralled by youth’s splendor,
Captivated by adolescence in its most priceless, flailing moments. And their eyes vibrantly blazed with color.
Crimson, gold, emerald, auburn, white, and black... These shades of life now fuel their spirits as well...
She once again came before me, adorned in a velvet chemise, a white cross imprinted on her breast.
Clasping her softened hands in mine, she spoke volumes of silence from her tender lips,
And when her words had ended, the only contemplation circulating within my subconscious mind
Was that this was truly a paradise that I would never wish to depart from. Never. Never.
I awoke in tears again, whispering three words through the night:
I’ve lost her.
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A fractured heaven collapsed upon that realm which we called reality;
That which bore witness to the composition of restrictions man had imposed on earth.
I gazed upon this place. It was beyond anything I could ever dream of.
The pure essence of melancholy, in all its vivacious fury, released my heartstrings one by one.
There, sewn delicately into a rolling meadow, were magnificent floral cultivations.
They were but mere sunflowers and daisies and dandelions, and yet so much more than that.
Above my head was a newborn masterpiece that could never be rightly labeled as the sky.
Clouds of weightless cotton sailed across its cerulean canvas, crafted from the purity of an ocean’s gleam.
I stared down from that cerulean magnum opus, and found children at play in the daisies.
Laughter flooded my ears and my heart. Never before was one so enthralled by youth’s splendor,
Captivated by adolescence in its most priceless, flailing moments. And their eyes vibrantly blazed with color.
Crimson, gold, emerald, auburn, white, and black... These shades of life now fuel their spirits as well...
She once again came before me, adorned in a velvet chemise, a white cross imprinted on her breast.
Clasping her softened hands in mine, she spoke volumes of silence from her tender lips,
And when her words had ended, the only contemplation circulating within my subconscious mind
Was that this was truly a paradise that I would never wish to depart from. Never. Never.
I awoke in tears again, whispering three words through the night:
I’ve lost her.
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