I am really, really, really, really sorry about being late, again.

Sorry everybody that I'm late with this blog post but, I got hold up on Saturday with some stuff and I don't go on computers on Sunday, partly as a break from the computer, but also to keep the Lord's day holy. YES, I'm religous, get over it.

           Kinsale has a poetry night every first friday of the month in the Kinsale Book Shop and I went their for the first time last week, which was fun(nish). Here are two poems I put forward last friday:

Bitter-Sweet Liberty

Liberty is an honour

Not a taste most are allowed to enjoyed,

And now summer is here,

But I cannot shed even one tear,

For we are free,

But only from freedom,

As summer has risen,

And the testes are gone,

But I’m still alone,

And only a distant memory of a forgotten shadow

Omnipotent Flame

Rising above us all,

Staring it above us on a thrown most tall,

This judge of god, wraith of summer,

Which melts our mind till we are dummer,

Who burns us in a wave of heat,

But gives of the light to ripen the wheat,

Who are we to judge that star?

He is immortal, We are mortal,

Doomed and damned and cursed and vile,

So who are we to judge the Judge of God?

So what do you all think of those two little poems? I'll now put up the stuff from my regular Saturday writing course, both are stream of consciousness style of writing. Basically the internal monologue of JD from Scrubs but writen not a voice over.

Scott watched the fire ball in his hand.
 How I love the dance of Flames, like a hundred people dancing to the music in a disco. How I miss Charlseton's dancin'-'all, it's blaring light, the glory of the DJ box, and how easy the girls fell for me.
Scott sighed his thoughts and threw the fireball at the carriage side making it disapate into smoke.
 I miss home, but I can't go back, it's just ruins now, burnt by my hand. Argh, I never asked for this, not now, not ever. The fire in my hear burns a hole into reality, and sure I've got superpowers, but 40, I won't live long enough to do anything. I'll just be an old withered man ready to die on some street, and I'll won't get any support for my life from government. I must find those shards, I've got two already.
Scott looked at his hand as it imergedfrom his pocket.
They're beautiful, like glowing rubies, but wait why isn't that part glowing? Ah shit, they've cut me again! I'll need a bag for them, or I'll bleed for the fire wing. How I hate my existance, orphaned, cursed, hunted and now cutted. How much worse can it be? Some alien abmomination jumping down from the ceiling and ripping open my guts and eat my liver? I've already had to deal with super natural horrors, why not Sci-Fi? Well at least the walls of this carriage would be painted a nicer colour then grey of teacher. Now if only had some spray cans, Ha!

That was based on novel idea I've got, which I'm starting to think I should write it like that, I would be interesting. The next peice is just some set alone writing, but it's got a hyperlink, so enjoy the video on Cracked!

Craig spat into the chocolate vat.
Why did I do that? It's a cruel expiriment, horrible and no-one will probally notice. It' not like the spitle will survive, the chocolate would be as smooth as ever, as sweet and true. My I'm evil, but they deserve it, I've my whole life for a higher quality of chocolate, and they just scoff it down like the cheap stuff. It's not that I hate the cheap stuff, I just despise the habit it creates, no appriantion of their chocolate anymore and they keep on treating it as the low quality junk, so they deserve what they get. The cheap chocolate us like the stabilizers on a bike to help support the child in their first few cycling trips, not give them bad eating habits when it comes to chocolate. It's to get them hooked to chocolate, Oh wait, that makes chocolate sound like a drug. Should stop watching Cracked videos in how cereal mascots are drug pushers of the cereal, stupidly brilliant Cracked!

I like Cracked, it show you all sort of fun facts like; how to prove if a real man is also crazy, Ten plants that are absolutly insane, the vehicles of real (insane) animals, and six things science can't explain! So now you can reach true (*cough**Cough*) Enlightenment. Also they have classic photoplasty competition's which rock like crazy. I hope you will also enjoy this stimulating critque of modern life that is http://www.cracked.com/, and yes I did just hyperlink it again to emphises my point!

 Last week I had my summer testes and for some reason I just did squat awful;
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But at least I got holidays, YEAH! But then I had an accident on Wednesday, to which I fell onto the ground and sevrely hurt my lower back ( back, not botox before you say anything.) And I was in cripping pain for the rest of the week, more, well, um;
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Also sneasing hurts as it force me crumple my body ans cause excutiating pain,
  The painful one,
                Me, Myself, and an eye!