Big Damn Anti Hero

Just a Thought

2009-11-23T03:32:00.000-08:00

Some people come into your life, and they're just meant to be a permanent fixture for the rest of forever, and some people come into your life only for a moment, meant only to teach you a lesson and then move on. Neither is more, or less, important than the other.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

2009-11-17T06:12:00.000-08:00

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn wholes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

We're All Insane Here

2009-11-17T03:28:00.000-08:00

Rorschach’s inkblot test put simply uses ambiguous shapes to test and determine a person’s personality. The results aren’t exactly recordable and are open t speculation but they make me feel nostalgic for Kindergarten and the paintings we used to make by folding a piece of paper in half and having one side of it with paint blobs so that they colours ran together in a bigger blob.
Back on topic, here’s a blot below: I studied this in my Psychology class recently but I hardly ever pay attention so I only know the basic facts behind the test (as displayed above). That explains my grades.
I’ve always seen a splattered angel as if one has fallen from heaven or jumped off a building and the blood explodes all over the ground like in the movies. You have to wonder why an angel would jump off a building, would it have been accidently or would the pressure at having to be good and pure all the time cause someone to snap?

Hit me back with what you think the blob is.