So, today I came home and found out that an ENTIRE comunity was flaming me. That was fantastic, but on top of that, I had to go to work in an hour. I quickly read the edits of Guju, and determined that they were mostly moot, but did find out that my first draft was absolute crap. But before I could really do much more than falsify most of the edits on the peer review sheet (althought most correct, many unnessisary [sp]), I had to go to work. read more

Glowing white light
Blinds the bright-eyed youth
While sensory overload crushed their will

The choice to choose gone into oblivion
and their left standing, still…still

An overgrowing fear of the mind
thought
the artist’s perception is nearly shot dead

Perusing through the aisles
While blood runs thin
Escape impossible
The lights so dim read more

I sit outside, with my big bowl of icecream

Observing the sky, in wait for things to get interesting

Random flashes through the sky, I hear scared dogs wimpering.

Rolling rumble of the night just keeps me up patiently.

Clouds kill the sky, so no stars can be seen.

So much time has passed that my bowl is empty.

I can hear the crickets chirp, the wind is now quickening. read more

Called out-these calloused hands crippled

Fragments of the past

-broken glass in skin

Crash and fall, pushing through a seemingly

Invisible surface

And a mirage must be

The ground below

-Vision playing with reality

But for now, its just soaring

Freely through air

Gliding

Polished windows, glassy surfaces

-Up high, everything’s illuminated better read more

He comes in of late
drenched from head to toe
knowing hes in for a scolding
wanting clearly to escape the blow
mother washing the dishes
screeches out of tune
“where the hell have you been Mr.?”
“I though it was only half past noon.”
And he walks through the house
stealthily avoiding the kitchen
Finding the way to his room
in hopes of being hidden
Peeling off his soaking clothes
he slops them on the floor
realizing he should have changed in the bathroom
before choosing his own door.
He turns the creaky handle
making quite a sound
but mother’s washing the dishes
and the water is running so loud
Sneakily he crawls to the shower
his sloppy clothes in tow
he plans to leave them for an hour
hoping they’ll dry enough
In going back to his room
he hopes to clear his mind
I feel he thinks to much for a child
being only nine
laying on his bed-hes a astronaut in the sky
Searching the universe constantly
looking for answers to his “why?”‘s
then the garage door crunches and crashes
making such a commotion
He jumps up in bed saying
“oh no, fathers home” read more

Like I said, I added a two new paragraphs. The fourth is very, well, not right for this site. To see it go to my myspace (myspace.com/ogooseo) and read my newest blog.

Social Entropy

Petty insults are mere placebos masquerading as truths. An unfounded, unjust, arbitrary, or even genuine insult should be paid no more attention to then the drunken babble of an old man. To believe such ignorant phrases is to insult one’s own genius; to take true even the truest of insults is to go against thy very self. Whatever one calls another is simply a simile that emulates the actual truth. The prudent thing to do would be to simply ignore all insults, for they are only contrived by men to supplement their own ignorance. For a man to call another a monster is for that man to call first a saint. To take every insult as a compliment, and supplement said insult with the actual truth-this is genius. read more

A lot of people know me as the “flame master” (Not really. I actually just made that up). Well, I do “flame” a lot. People may wonder why I do this, even if this is just the Internet. There is one main reason, and that reason simply is ignorance. I will try to give some quick reasons on how to prevent this.

First and foremost: Nothing you say can be arbitrary (out of whim or by chance; random)! Everything you should say must have support. Quote if need be. Just make sure that whatever you are saying can be proved without a reasonable doubt. What tends to happen is that people use stereotypes or “society’s” image of things and simply take them as true. Simply put, if you cannot prove what you are saying, then do not say it. read more

Fear my TMBG myspace page. I pwn the original TMBG myspace page, save having people tell me they love me.

myspace.com/ogooseo

Everyone of us agreed to the terms of use thingy before we made our accounts. We all did, because if we didn’t, we wouldn’t be able to play. However, how many of you actually read that long thing. I know I didn’t when I first agreed to it. Well, I actually read the entire thing (only took me about 30 minutes) and I think you would be surprised at many of the things. I outlined them for you. Enjoy. read more

On the front page is a sob, sob story of how this guys life is ruined because Wizet banned his account for selling nX, or some crap. He probably is not telling the entire story, but that is moot. The point is, in trying to justify Wizet (wait, what?), I found some interesting things. My comment explains it all, but someone said I should make it into a blog. What the hell, why not? read more