This means I'm one of the Donors of Funds, I am one of the Donors of Art and Master Poets having had my work featured fourteen times. I am also one of the Halloween Poets, Christmas Poets, Saint Valentine Poets, Photographers, EG Artists, Donors of Writing and a Featured Member!

They let me into my Double Major in Arts Psych and Science Bio :). This probably translates into: I'm not going to be on here much anymore :/. This house will now serve as a time machine. OR WILL IT?

PS: I've traveled east,
I've traveled west,
But the /b/owels of the internets,
is the fucking /b/est._?

Eysenck's Big Three:

  ▲
▲ ▲

(You're doing it wrong).

We can move forwards.
˙ʞɔɐq ǝʌoɯ uɐɔ ǝʍ


I will make your face invaginate into your brain, like an endoderm.

:<

 

And said Lolses: "Let thar be colour. And years of religious tyranny :/."

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears." The dreaded lolcat virus has reached Canuckistan. And I'm afraid I has bean shtruck. Only the Phonics Game™, your wit, and your sanity can save you nao.



Aat leest mah poesies haz knot beane effeckted. It coodabeen terned ento...

e.e. cummings

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D:

 
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Poe-et-Tree

So with the advent of a gf and the possibility of not dying lonely, things looked pretty bad for poetry writing. 

Fortunately, Bio 360 made me use a guillotine on a frog, pith it (jam a rod into its spinal cord to get the twitches out before dissection/nerve removal); this happy task spawned some OC.

Frog

Hey,
You’re probably too drunk
To hear me.
But,
We took you out of your "pond,"
soaked you in ethanol; anesthetized you,
Because…
We need you.
Well, not you. Your parts.
Your skin. Your nerves.
So we can squirm while you twitch.
And run electricity through you.
And measure.
Why?
Because we’re too valuable.

You’re probably not going to a better place,
Sorry.
Ethics is preventing us from lies and deception.
But
Hey,
Think on the bright side,
This will probably be less painful than the hangover.




I've been playing around with this idea/poem for ages now and of course the product is catacylismic fail. It's lacking something, but I don't know what. Gentlemen?

Ichoraus
Came down with the acid rain.
Lightning illuminated his skeletal frame.
The grisly visage turned us from his hideous form.
We retched for the wretch, who fell from the sky,
Bile’d the sidewalks and gouged out our eyes.





I'll probably be remembered for lollotry like:

Nuclear Winter

Hot, Burning, Immolating,
Searing,
Cold.

The Warship

We were all there,
The days the new guns fired.
It was loud.
"       ?"
"     !"

Important

The most profound things,
Can be conveyed through haikus:
DO A BARREL ROLL.


(I win the internets.).
                               `

Quoting out of Context

-T.S. Eliot on vacuums.

Mii

I am yer average Uni student getting pwned in turd yeer. I am hoping for some youth-in-asia. Major: Psych and Bio.


Mudkips are an important part of my awesome.



I really don't see why I need to go back and take fucking first year/term physics considering I'm already in 3rd year science and I've made it so far without that shit. And it's full of goddamn noob keener first years an-YEAAAAHHHHHH BICEPS YEEAAAAH



I'm not impressed by the amount of profs who suck at technology.
(Clicky)

(This is a running /b/ meme <3 ragetiem).

BRACING FOR EPIC

(Clicky)

Gaming

TF2. Cs.
CoD4. 4882-2373. Finally got my 2:1 ratio. Has it really been that many people? D:
Killing Floor
Dead Space (allows me to shit bricks)



I does it. - The Department of Redundancy Department

Muse Sicks

Phantom Pt II - Justice, Moar Ghosts N Stuff - Deadmau5, The whole "Vancouver" album by Matthew Good.

Hue Mer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHD6gA4FIgI These people have the best screams/reactions/overreactions ever. 

Words

(Up to yer homies :P)

ppH: Urine pH. I win Biol 201. :3

Dial-a-log

"His bowels tense...No false moves here."

-Brad Neely on Dumbledore's handling of Baby Harry, who possess astounding levels of nuclear power.



Kills made with this 5lb lollipop: 2 HUGE spiders. D:

You've stumbled upon an Ancient House.

(It probably has zombies in it). 

...omnomnomnomnom.

Sarcasm, highest form of intelligence, elitist form of 1337.

Someday... Grandmaster Poets (lul, nothing links to this anymoar). 


This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, not with a whimper, but with double negatives.


Literature Cited

Assmann, Gerd, Schulte, Helmut, Eckardstein, Arnold von, and Huang, Yadong. 1996. High Density Lipoprotein Cholesterol as a Predictor of Coronary Heart Disease Risk. The PROCAM experience and Pathophysiological Implications for Reverse Cholesterol Transport. Atherosclerosis, 124 (1): S11-S20. 

I am a whore-able person.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the (MACHINE) dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas was a rocker._.

So here were are, outside. You, standing on my [Doormat]. Impatient.
I know. Some guy was gonna deliver my "get" and my "epic." But he never showed up.
Maybe Candlejack, with his ropes, went an