Nayme

But what does it all mean, Bazzle?

Alright, I come to you...with a thought most important. [B]What is Fooly Cooly?[/B] I mean, I know it's a show, an Anime show. And slightly strange. What's the plot? I am so out of it. And when the things burst from people's foreheads, I'm knocked back off my heels. Please, tell me what's going on? I know I shoulda been payin' attention or something. Or I just gotta wait to catch the first to the last but...a little help?

I'm getting at... Do you have any odd like for a killer? Whether they're fictional, or not.

Freddy Vs. Jason....'most everyone has a side. But really, both Freddy and Jason are sadistic losers----with reason, of course. Don't stone me or anything. Really, I'm all for Carrie. She's been through some traumatizing stuff. Might be less than having a psycho mother, or having an angry mob of parents kill you for molesting their children. But I think pig's blood being poured on you at the prom, having a psycho religious Mommy, and being asked to the prom in the first place as a joke could screw you up to be a good killer, too. Props to Carrie! Slay on, bloody waif, slay on. Any movie or real life killers you prefer over the terrible two?

Poe Dolls. I parrot life, following her example. I?ll sing when she does, and jump higher than her, as well. I symphony life, for you, playing it against your temple in your sleep, because that?s the only time you wouldn?t mind. If she has to leave, flittering between the cherry lips of dying lovers, holding daggers to each other?s hearts, I think I?ll just leave, too. I?m so tired of being here, surrounded by all of your tears. Did you think I wouldn?t feel them, erupting around me and driving me into the smiling adaptations? I crawl on my knees, still not able to duck beneath the smoky insignificants, and choking all the same: all the things that I have that I don?t need. They only help to kill myself from the inside out with the luck that I got with pleads. It?s so much easier to accept what you get; and it?s so much harder to beg for what you want. This isn?t helping defeat my fears, though! No, no seemingly eroding me through the years; it?s something I?d like to leave, something, I?d like to beat, yes but it?s much harder than you?d ever believe. Don?t tell me to wipe them away, and reorganize myself; don?t tell me to break the strings and let everything go. Don?t tell me to chase away the demons that haunt my sanity; don?t know, don?t know too much at all. You don?t dream. I marionette dancing, black droplets painted on my cheeks. And you reach into my box; you reach into my smaller world. You tug the strings as if you?d snap them, encouraging me and I?m alone, watching you with drawn eyes. Suddenly, I?m not much at all, but so much more than you expected. I parrot a symphony of life; I sing, and dance, and play her well.

It's that stupid kind of humor that a lot of people can laugh at, and that a few people don't really find amusing. I thought it was funny. I appreciate most humor. ^.^

Vermilion sky ripens between tree branches with rotting cherries in their grasp, but it?s all about him, sitting across from me on one of the two benches in the boat. The sun, I noticed, was feeling rather poor, a measly color, splotched in places and waning quickly; it didn?t catch in his hair because of its weak state, but it ran, like yolk, over the strands. I told him things that I can?t remember because if I was specific he?d understand me. I glanced up, because I?d been looking down; meringue clouds absorbed the sky?s ginger countenance, fluffy and swollen above our heads. Everything was sweet at once, but then it started to rot/ and so the clouds started to seep, spilling a clear puss that dripped on to the trees. The trees wept placenta into the river, an afterbirth of our bad day. He kept rowing, and I didn?t look back at him until we reached shore; I was sure, I was drowning still. I think it?s just one of things that happens when you least expect. Like love. He?s like love, and I?m lonely.

lmao. I love that show. ::gonna have to get the DVD now; jealous:: -.-

Family Guy! Well, you're on the cool list, anyway.

I *love* the comments that Adult Swim makes in-between shows and commercials. I can't remember them all, but I'll be sitting in my living room, smiling like an idiot over most of them. One I remember: You missed Futurama last night, didn't you? We're not upset. You're only hurting yourself. And our advertisers. .Adult Swim. Do any of ya'll have one you like? Or...do you watch it at all?

Points: -Oil spewing blood...can easily be gotten used to. -Robot villains aren't so horrible. Too many of them aren't so fun, though. -Evee is a good thing. -Scotsmen with machine legs and cool voices = happy Nayme. -Swords = very happy Nayme.

I used to love those books. And admittedly---the show. The only problem I saw with the books was that I could finish 'em before the thirty minute show even went off. But then I'd go and try to write my own. I could be more frightening then R.L. Stine. His writing wasn't really scary, just really interesting and fun to read.

I wasn't aware of any of that, though I suspected it was an American cartoon, born and raised because it wasn't in any special block. So glad ya'll know these things! ^.^ I love to be informed. I wonder if there are any other cartoons like that. Points: -I actually used to watch Dexter, too. Until he started getting on my nerves. -Scooby-Doo has always been cute. -I've peeked at Trading Spaces, and I never told anyone that I had to finish the episode that I came in on because it was---interesting. -And it's cool when his hair gets longer! Long hair good. Goood. ::gets a vacant look::

Okay, what is Samuri Jack, actually? Just a really pretty cartoon? 'Cause it's not on Adult Swim. Or even Toonami. But I like it. I think it's pretty, and interesting. Am I the ony one out there? The only one with this certain case of guilty pleasure? And if you don't share mine, do you have a show that's your guilty pleasure?

Thanks for the welcome. I'll prob. share some more jus' cause of that. I need to learn how to work font and size and all of that. Soon. -.-

Fortune Cookie. Introducing for the first time ever in Eva?s diner, the walking talking fortune cookie. Fifty cents and you can argue with her for five minutes, five minutes and an argument with fate, and what she knows. How can you resist? You?re not there, or here for that matter, sugar; you?re everywhere. Your heart?s not where the home is and you?re soul?s not in your pocket; instead, your charm is, but it?s rusting today. It?s laughable. You?re on a star-spangled horse in a rodeo for clowns, but you don?t understand. Fortune cookie does, but she?s not sharing. So, how do you argue with her? Well, you could crack her cookie and eat it, letting the sweet dissolve. You could crunch her aptly thought out structure, then throw her wrapper on the stained floor. And ignore her words, bleeding neon on the small slip of white paper. That?s how you argue with the Fortune Cookie. You don?t read it. But, hey, kids you can?t resist. Introducing for the first time ever in Eva?s cafe, the walking talking fortune cookie. Fifty cents and you can argue with her for five minutes, five minutes and an argument with fate, and what she knows. But tonight, she only knows how the drops of French Vanilla cappuccino look awfully like the teardrops splattered beside them. And they make an awesome solar system in her sky. © June 2003. JMB.

What gets me high depends on what kind of mood I'm in---angsty, then probably some loud, depressing music I can howl to. If I'm in a good mood and I've helped someone---I get a rush from succeeding in doin' that. If I'm horny and I get---::coughs:: So. It depends on my mood. That clock says it's 4:17 PM and I know for a fact that it's 10:19 AM. ::taps it:: I think.