I caught a chill
and it's still frozen on my skin
I think about why
I'm alone, by myself
No one else to explain
how far do I go
No one knows
If the end is so much better why don't we just live forever
Don't tell me I'm the last one in line
Don't tell me I'm too late this time

I don't want to live
To waste another day
Underneath the shadow of mistakes I made
Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside
I don't want to fall and say I lost it all
Cause baby there's a part of me that hit the wall
Leaving pieces of me behind
And I feel like I'm breaking inside

Out here, nothings clear
Except the moment I decided to move on and I ignited
Disappear into the fear
You know there ain't no comin' back
When you're still carrying the past
You can't erase, separate
Cigarette in my hand,
Hope you all understand

I won't be the last one in line
I finally figured out what's mine

I don't want to live
To waste another day
Underneath the shadow of mistakes I made
Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside
I don't want to fall and say I lost it all
Cause baby there's a part of me that hit the wall
Leaving pieces of me behind
Leaving pieces of me behind
And I feel like I'm breaking inside

I won't be the last one in line,
I finally figured out what's mine

I don't want to live
To waste another day
Underneath the shadow of mistakes I made
Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside
I don't want to fall and say I lost it all
Cause baby there's a part of me that hit the wall
Leaving pieces of me behind
Leaving pieces of me behind
And I feel like I'm breaking inside
And I feel like I'm breaking,
I feel like I'm breaking inside

I was just recently informed, that I am a Romantic.
I never really thought of myself in that light, until that very moment, and even then I had doubts about it.

But as I examined myself, I find that that is absolutely what I am.

I always fancied myself a Cynic. And I suppose I can be both. That they can indeed go hand in hand.
I look at the world in a view of the way things could be beautiful(the romantic) and how they actually are, ugly. (the cynic)

In my own little world, people have qualities of greatness, nobility, I picture knights and chivalry, maidens fair, and evil dark villains. Where the line of good and bad is clearly dawn. Where people are either on one side or the other, pure of heart, or evil and conniving. And where the good guy always wins, and always gets the girl ;)

Where in the real world, its all shades of gray, everyone is a villain in someway or the other.
And the distinction between who is good and bad, Is horribly skewed. Where there is sometime no good vs. evil. That the world is made up of a balance, and so are we as humans. We are gray. We may do a good deed, but only do it to better our own standing. And though it is good what we have done, doing it for the wrong reasons, does that negate it?

Are people even capable of living out this fantasy world? Can someone ever be completely good?
No, not in my opinion. Can someone be completely evil? I don’t think so either. They could be mostly evil, but not wholly. Everyone has some good in them. Weather it is the love of a person or even a childhood pet.

I suppose that would be from the romantic in me as well.

But hey, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming.

~*~Mic~*~

So I went to a puppet festival this past weekend :)
yes, you read that right. A Puppet Festival.
Ive been going to this certain festival every year for about 6 years now.
It is alot of fun, and give my puppet team alot of good ideas.
yes I am in a puppet team.
A family I've known all my life started this team, with me and a couple other kids when we were about 11.
My Best friend happen to be a member of that family and the team.
We go to mostly churches and do performances, that are actually quite creative and enjoyable.

All that to say, i had a mondo amount of fun this weekend.
and if you havent seen a puppet show ... you havent lived!

Peace
Mic

I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to say, but I suppose that is how I am most of the time.
I try keeping things real, if they are rehearsed and edited than its not necessarily true. Or at least not true to yourself. Though I do suppose that sometimes in the spur of the moment we say things we never meant to say, or something we said came out wrong. But could that be our subconscious telling us that that is how we really feel on the matter.

Or maybe nothing is real to begin with. Maybe we just say things for the sake of saying them. There’s no real rhyme or reason to the things that we say, its all chance. And its also chance that the person reading could possibly comprehend what you were never really meaning to say.

Who Knows, I didn’t even know what I was going to say.

Clay Pigeons

Clay pigeons
Shot out of the sky
Leaving shards
Have broken hearts
So far off behind
Hold the gun
Aim it high
Well see how
Good, those
Birds can fly
Clay pigeons
Shot out of the sky
Leaving shards of broken hearts
So far off behind
Pull the trigger
Release the pain
Watch it shatter
A ceramic plane
Clay pigeons
Shot out of the sky
Leaving shards of broken hearts
So far off behind
Shards of clay
Scatter cross the ground
Left to fade away
Never to be found
Clay pigeons
Shot out of the sky
Leaving shard of broken hearts
So far off behind

Wrong E-mail Address
A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel plans. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.
The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My loving wife
Subject: I've arrived
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. sure is freaking hot down here!!!!

womanwolf1989: heya
womanwolf1989: fine be that way
womanwolf1989: thats ok
womanwolf1989: ill talk to myself
womanwolf1989: hey michelle how ya doin?
womanwolf1989: hey does this seem familiar
womanwolf1989: like i could start with the alphabet
womanwolf1989: a is for andrew who is currently not here or is currently ignoring me
womanwolf1989: b is for berries
womanwolf1989: but also for bunnies
womanwolf1989: c is for caring wich andrew is not
womanwolf1989: d is for duffus which he is
womanwolf1989: e is for elephatus
womanwolf1989: it dosnt fit my pattern but i like that word
womanwolf1989: f is for friendship
womanwolf1989: that andrews breaking
womanwolf1989: g is for great which I am
womanwolf1989: H is for happy,
womanwolf1989: which i will be when i get a reply
womanwolf1989: I is for idiocy, which i must have since im still here
womanwolf1989: J is for jerk face, (AKA Andrew)
womanwolf1989: K is for kalidascope, cause i like them
womanwolf1989: L is for leo the lop, the big famous rabbit, that will eat andrew
womanwolf1989: M is for Michelle, Me
womanwolf1989: N is for no reply
womanwolf1989: O is for owww, as in you hurt my feelings
womanwolf1989: P is for persicution when you wouldnt let me shoot people
womanwolf1989: Q is for quack, cause you are one
womanwolf1989: R is for RABBIT!!!!
womanwolf1989: hahahaha
womanwolf1989: S is for Smith, my last name
womanwolf1989: T is for time of which your running out
womanwolf1989: U
womanwolf1989: is for....
womanwolf1989: up
womanwolf1989: as in your gonna have to scroll far up to read all this
womanwolf1989: V for vanilla, one of my favorite Gackt songs
womanwolf1989: W for why, isnt andrew here
womanwolf1989: X for , the spot,
womanwolf1989: Y for yelling, cause im now yelling at you
womanwolf1989: Z for zam, cause wa-zam i made it through the whole alphabet!!!
womanwolf1989: oh what now!!!!

Updated: 08:06 AM EST
WWE Star Found Dead in Minneapolis Hotel
Nephew Finds Eddie Guerrero, 38, After Wrestler Fails to Answer



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Wrestler Eduardo Gory Guerrero was found dead Sunday morning.

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MINNEAPOLIS (Nov. 13) - World Wrestling Entertainment superstar Eduardo Gory Guerrero was found dead in his hotel room Sunday morning in Minneapolis, where he was scheduled to appear that evening in a WWE Supershow.

When Guerrero, 38, didn't respond to a wake-up call, hotel security at Minneapolis Marriott City Center and Guerrero's nephew and fellow WWE wrestler, Chavo Guerrero, forced entry into the room shortly after 7 a.m., police said.

The 5-feet-8, 220-pound wrestler was found on the floor. Attempts to revive him were unsuccessful.

There were no apparent signs of foul play or suicide, police said. An autopsy was planned at the Hennepin County medical examiner's office.

He was a featured star on the UPN series "WWE Smackdown!" and son of Mexican wrestler Gory Guerrero.

He is survived by his wife, Vickie, and daughters Shaul, 14; Sherilyn, 9; and Kaylie Marie, 3, according to WWE Web site.

"This is a huge loss," said WWE chairman Vince McMahon. "Eddie was a wonderful, fun-loving human being. Eddie was a consummate performer."

Chavo Guerrero and McMahon said Guerrero was open about his past drug and alcohol abuse but they said he'd been sober for four years.

Guerrero was in the Twin Cities with 60 to 80 other wrestlers to film "Friday Night Smackdown" at the Target Center.

"I know Eddie would want the show to go on," Chavo Guerrero said.

In February 2004, Guerrero became the second wrestler of Hispanic heritage to be WWE champion when he defeated Brock Lesnar, a former University of Minnesota wrestling standout. Guerrero lost the title four months later.

In May 2004, UPN aired the special "Cheating Death, Stealing Life: The Eddie Guerrero Story." The one-hour program chronicled his childhood and his struggle with drug addiction that almost cost him his job, family and life before his recovery and eventual capture of the WWE championship.

Guerrero grew up in El Paso, Texas. He and his three older brothers were all wrestlers.

Information from: Star Tribune, http://www.startribune.com


11/13/05 17:38 EST



i think im deing!!
ahhhh never to be happy again!

I like chicken,
i like liver,
meow mix,
meow mix,
please deliver

there is a place that i have dreamed
where sorrow and pain is never seen
love and affection is all thats shown
but in reality we are all alone
so give up on dreaming Open your eyes
and pray to God that you will die!