LOCATION: Hempstead, New York
RECORDS: 204
LATEST RECORD: 1 month ago
JOINED: November 23, 2009
casvellon's Featured RECords
I have a recurring nightmare about big fuzzy puffs floating out of the sky and eating my hometown. And so, this image was born!
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Watching its three-leaf companions sway in the evening breeze, the lonely four-leaf clover sighed and thought to itself, "How lucky they are to have each other." |
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On a scale of one to ten, you'd be about an eight And friendship-wise, you're one of fourteen people I don't hate Inside my mind you'd find a kind of love that's always true But honestly, though you're still nice, I love me more than you But don't you fret, because I reckon That you come in as a close second Sort of love you, kinda care Maybe wish you weren't there But that's okay, because I know That though you're dumb and dull and slow Eventually I'll sort of like you Just until I want to fight you Loving others is so hard You kinda bore me, but here's a card. |
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Erwin Schrödinger may or may not have had a dog. It depends on how, or when, you look at it. |
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A: Okay, so here's how it works: You step through that door, and you end up back in here, same exact moment you walked in, but with memories of everything you did up to that point. B: What, like...time travel? A: Not LIKE time travel. It IS time travel. For some messed up reason, this door in your basement's turned into some kind of interdimensional portal or something. B: Huh. A: Here, try it - B: HEY! No way! A: Why? What's the matter? B: If I go through that and you're right, how will I know I'm coming back to the same place? What if it just LOOKS a lot like where I was before, but ISN'T? A: What the heck does it matter then? You'd have no way of telling the difference. B: How do you know? I've been through it like, ten times! A: Yeah, but you're not as perceptive as I am. B: You're - what? I am SO much more perceptive than you. A: How do you figure? B: Well, I found the damn thing, didn't I? Freakin door's IN YOUR HOUSE, and you never even bothered to open it! |
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What, are we not romantic enough? Yeah, sure, hearts move a little blood around. Whatever. We draw oxygen out of the freaking air. There's gotta be an artsy metaphor in there somewhere. I'm just saying, maybe next Valentine's Day get your significant other an alveolus full of chocolates or something. Throw us a bone.
Again, by lungs. |
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Interior, dawn, as you step through the doorway Talking to yourself like you've got something important to say Okay
You're wet from the rain, but your tone's dry as always You shuffle through the room like no one else has seen harder days ...okay
And then you open your mouth And the worst thing I can do is be honest The worst thing I can say is I read you from the moment you walked in But I want to - bad - because you opened your mouth And the best thing you could do is stay quiet The best thing you could do is pretend you're just a part of the scenery And just blend before you bring out a meaner me. |
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