etherealprophet

New Livejournal... got tired of this name and everything it stands for. Tis time to move on.

New Name: TheLone_Ronin

"LET ME EXPLAIN the problem science has with God."

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Muslim, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

The professor grins knowingly and considers for a moment.

"Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes sir, I would."

"So you're good...!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could... in fact most of us would if we could... God doesn't.

[No answer.]

"He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Muslim who died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. How is this God good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

[No answer]

The elderly man is sympathetic. "No, you can't, can you?"

He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones.

"Let's start again, young fella." "Is God good?"

"Er... Yes."

"Is Satan good?"

"No."

"Where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From... God..."

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?" The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen."

He turns back to the Muslim. "Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?"

"Yes."

"Who created evil?

[No answer]

"Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the terrible things – do they exist in this world? "

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"Who created them? "

[No answer]

The professor suddenly shouts at his student. "WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!"

The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Muslim's face. In a still small voice: "God created all evil, didn't He, son?"

[No answer]

The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther.

The class is mesmerised.

"Tell me," he continues, "How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?" The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world.

"All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn't it, young man?"

[No answer]

"Don't you see it all over the place? Huh?"

Pause.

"Don't you?" The professor leans into the student's face again and whispers,

"Is God good?"

[No answer]

"Do you believe in God, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor. I do."

The old man shakes his head sadly. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen your God? Have you? "

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your God?"

"No, sir. I have not."

"Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God or smelt your God... in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?"

[No answer]

"Answer me, please."

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"You're AFRAID... you haven't?"

"No, sir."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes..."

"That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling.

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?"

[The student doesn't answer]

"Sit down, please."

The Muslim sits... Defeated.

Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires.

Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks.

All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one.

Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam.

Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven.

A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self.

I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen.

In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot.

Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won.

Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition!




He too has a wee bagel still up to here held.

Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip.

Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots.

A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta.

I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob.

Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret?

Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in.

I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs.

Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot.

Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax.

If it is



to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire.

Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils.

Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.”

Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at!

Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll!

It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button - knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel.

So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat.

To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam.

In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr.

A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub.

Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk.

Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift.

Composer, good diet, are both super, God – label it a love of art, lustre. Video bored, no wise tale e.g. a mini tale – no sagas seen. Knack: cede no foes a canal.

Pay – as I sign I lie; clear sin it is; e.g. “Amadeus” sign I – lira for ecu, decimal – sin as liar.

Trad artistes pull a



doom, a drawer won’t.

Is it sold loot? No, I suffered loss. A man is god; Amen! I came nice Tahiti (sic).

It’s ale for a ban if for a fast – is role to help mash turnip? Use zoo? No - grasp order – use no zoos. Warts on time did sag.

No grade “X” “A” Level? Oh, “A”! I’d a “B” or a “C”. So – pot? No, we lop. Date? Take no date! Bah! Play L.P.

Miss (a lass, all right?) flew to space in NASA era. Rose no (zero) cadets ate raw. As a wise tart I fined rags red Lenin, we help pay bet – a risk – cash to Brian. I put a clam in a pool – a pool wets.

Mahdi puts a stop to harem – miss it in one vote, lost in one, veto of none. Post-op, no tonsil; I ate; no tastier, eh? We sleep at noon time so I dare not at one; no time stops as I time tides. A bed: under it, roll; in a mania, panic!

In a pond I did as Eros as Lee felt tenrec. “Ink” – list it under “I”. Termites put pen in a way. Democrats wonder, I too. To slay moths a dog did.

I saw elf; elf, far now, is a devilish taboo, rag-naked. I hid a bootleg disc. I, saboteur, toss it in. Oops! No legs! Laminated, a cask, conker in it, negates all if it is simple.

Hot pages are in a mag, nor will I peer, familiar tat, so lewd, native rot. Toner, ewe wore no trace; vagabond ewes do. Oh, Ada! Have pity! A pitiable eel – “Oh wet am I!” - to save, note: bite gill as I do.

Call a matador minor, eh? As I live, don’t! Is torero no rigid animal debaser if tipsy? Ale drew esteem in a matador. A bolero, monks I rate play or go dig rocks; a can I step on.

Go! Gas – it evades a bedsit – set a roost on fire. Boss sent a faded eclair to green imp or dog, I’d don a belt to boot it; if Ada hid a boot, panic.

I mock comic in a mask, comedian is a wit if for eventide. Vole no emu loved is not a ferret, so pet or witness a weasel if not. I hired less, am not so bossy, as yet amateur.

To stir evil, Edna can impugn a hotel: bad loos, hot on Elba: I may melt. Tart solicits it rawer, gets it rare. Push crate open; I ram buses, use no trams.




Did I say, not to idiot nor a bare ferret, to trap rat, strap loops rat? Stewpot was on. Hot? I was red! Lessen it! Fine man on pot? No, pen inside by a bad law. So I made rips – nine delays.

Some Roman items in a.m. ordered “Is room for a ban?” “It is,” I voted: I sat pews in aisle. Beryl, no tiro to my burden, made off for a contest, I won kiss. I may raid fine dales. I raid lochs if I to help am.

Forecast for Clare v. Essex: If no rain, a man is ref. Fusspots net foxes.

Senor is a gnome, latinos’ bad eyesore. Help misses run to border, Casanova, now, or drab hotel.

Ma has a heron; I sleep, pet’s on nose, sir! Rev. I rag loved art live – fine poser. Ultra-plan: I feign, I lie: cedar to disperse – last one? No, last six. Enamel bonnet for a dark car to toss a snail at. In it all, Eve lost; Seth’s a hero slain on a trap – Rise, Sir Ogre Tamer.

Upon Siamese box I draw design. I, knight able to help, missed an alp seen in Tangier of fine metal pots. Tin I mined rages – order nine, melt ten. Tone radios; tones are not to concur. Ten-tone radar I bomb – best fire-lit so hostel side meets eerie mini red domicile. A gulf to get is not a rare tale; no time to nod.

Row on, evil yobs, tug, pull. If dogs drowse, fill a rut. An era’s drawers draw. Put in mid-field in a band I dig a tub deep. Staff on a remit did refill a minaret.

Sam’s a name held in a flat, or, sir, bedsit. I wonder, is it illicit ore? No ties? A bit under? Retarded? Is ‘owt amiss? I’m on pot; not so Cecil, a posh guy a hero met. A red date was not to last so Cecil sat.

Tip? An iota to pay, a dot; sad, I drop item. I’d ask, call, Odin, a Norseman’s god: “Pay payee we owe radio dosh o.n.o.” I to me? No, I to media.

Peril in golf – is ball a “fore”? K.O.!

Vexed I am re my raw desires. Alto has eye on nose but tone-muser pianist is level-eyed. I lost a tie. Blast! In uni no grades are musts. Avast! Never port! Sea may be rut.

Part on rose? - It’s a petal. Define metal:



Tin is … (I gulp!) can!

I am a fine posse man, I pull a ton. Ron, a man I put on, I made suffer of evil emu’s sadism. Leo’s never a baron - a bad loss but evil – topple him, Leo’s lad. Assign a pen, can I? A pal is note decoding.

Is damp mule tail-less? No, ill; I breed for its tone. Radio speed, to grower, grew. Open a lot? No, stamp it; if for a free peso – not ecu -deign it. Times ago stone rates, e.g. at Scilly, display a wont.

No wish to get a design I, Sir Des, I’ve let? No bus sees Xmas fir. O.K. – cab – tart it up; tie lots – diamond, log or tinsel; first end errata edit. So “le vin (A.C.)”, Martini, Pils lager, one tonic.

I pegged a ball up to here when I got a top star role, Beryl. Gun is too big – won’t I menace? Yes? No?

Ill? A cold? Abet icecap’s nip. U.S.A. meets E.E.C. inside tacit sale – see! Beg a cotton tie, ma! No trial, so dodo traps exist. Arabs under-admire card label good hood stole.

In rage erupted Etna. Will a rotunda, bare villa, to tyro. Lack car? Non-U! Get a mini! My, my, Ella, more drums per gong; get a frog – nil less. Rod, never ever sneer. Got to?

I disperse last pair of devils (ah!) here today or else order cash to breed emus. Said I: “Are both superlative?” C.I.D. assign it lemon peel still. I wore halo of one bottle from a ref (football) – a tip; so hit last ego slap a mate got.

Late p.m. I saw gnu here (non-a.m.) or an idea got a dog to nod – I made felt to boot.

Fill in a lad? Nay, not all, Edna – lash to buoy. Did you biff one Venus? Not I! “Broth, girl!” ladies ordered – “No, with gin!” – a fine plate, maybe suet; no carton I made rots in it.

Med: a hill, Etna, clears in it. Ali, Emir, to slap in/slam in. All in all I made bad losers sign it – alibi. Set a lap for a level bat.

A bed, sir, eh? To put cat now? Drat! Such an idyll of a dog’s lair! That`s it, open it – a cage! Big nit sent rat! Some day (A.D.) send ewe. No, draw a pot now, do! Of wary rat in a six ton tub.



Edna, ask satyr: “Tel. a.m.?” No, tel. p.m.; Israeli tuner is damp. Use item: “Anna Regina”. No! Dye main room (“salle”) red!

Nice caps for a sea cadet in U.S.A. – Now I, space cadet, am it, sea vessel rep. Pin it on Maria, help Maria fondle her fine hotpot. No! Meet; set up to net, avoid a lesion. Set acid arena: Bruno one, Reg nil. Like it to sign in? Even I am nine-toed! I vote votes.

Oh, can a nose-rut annoy? No, best is Dorset. I know, as liar, to snoop, malign. “I’ll order it to get a bedroom door,” began a miser I fed.

Am I to peer, fan? Is a door by metal? Ere sun-up, drowse, nod, lose magnet. Food? Buns? I’ll ask. Corn? I’ll ask. Corn – I snack. Cats snack (cold rat). Sum for a bag: nil. First, is remit “traps in net”? Yes, on a par. Coots yell over a dam I made. Bared nudist went a foot, I made roots. I tip a canon: “Row, sir, at same tide; man one: row tug.”

Sewer of denim axes a wide tail – a terror recipe to hero made manic. I, to resign? I ? Never!

“OFT I FELT ITS SENSUOUSNESS” – title fit for evening is erotic; I named a more hot epic – error retaliated – I was examined for ewe’s gut, wore no named item.

A star is worn on a cap, it is too red. Am I too fat? Newts I’d under a bed. Am I mad? Are volleys too crap? A nosey tennis part-timer sits rifling a bar of mustard.

Lock cans, stack cans in rocks, all in rocks, all I snub. Do often games, old ones, word-pun use; relate, my brood, as in a free pot I made fires, I manage brood. Moor debate got tired rolling, I lampoon, so trail saw on kites.

Rod sits, ebony on nature, so Nana chose to veto video. Ten in main evening is O.T.T. i.e. killing; Ere noon, urban eradicates noise, lad, I ovate not. Put esteem on top (to hen, if reheld).

No fair ample hair – am not I nipper-less? Eva estimated ace caps I won as united. A Caesar of space, Cinderella’s moor, Niamey Don (a Niger-an name), ties up mad sire, nut! I, Lear, simpleton male, try tasks “A” and “E”



but not “XI”. Sanitary raw food won top award one Wednesday – a demo.

Start nesting, I beg a cat. I? Nepotist? Ah, trials, God! A folly, Dinah, custard won’t act up; other is debatable. Velar: of palate; sibilating is “s”.

Resold: a bed, a mill, an ill animal – snip, also trim. Eilat in Israel can tell I had ‘em. Tin I stored (am I not raconteuse?) by a metal pen. If a night, I wondered, rose, I’d all right orbit on sun, even off.

I buoy, did you? Both Sal and Ella, Tony and Alan (“Ill if too bottle-fed, am I?”) do not. God! A toga! Ed in a Roman one, rehung! Was I, M.P. et al., to get a map? Also get salt? I, hospital lab to offer, am, or felt to be, no fool – a hero.

Will it sleep? No, melting is sad ice. Vital re-push to be raid, I assume. Deer, both sacred roes, Leroy (a doter, eh?) has lived for. I, apt sales rep’s idiot to greens, revere vendors selling or fat egg-nog reps.

Murder O’Malley, my mini mate – gun on rack. Calory total: liver, a bad nut or all I wanted (“et puree garnie”): lots. “Do, oh do, ogle bald racer,” I’m dared – N.U.S. bar at six.

Esparto, dodo’s lair to name it, not to cage bees, elasticated, is nice. Esteem, as up in space, cite bad local lions, eye can emit now. G.I. boots in ugly rebel or rat’s potato gin (eh?) were hot. Pull a bad egg – epic, I note, no regal slip in it. Ram can … (I’ve lost idea!)

Tarred nets, rifles, nitro, gold – no maid stole it. Put it, rat, back or if Sam (“X”) sees sub on televised rising, I sedate Goths. I won’t – no way.

Alps, idyllic stage set, are not so gas-emitting, I educe. To nose, peer, far off, I tip mats onto lane. Power grew or got deep so I dare not stir. Of deer, billions sell. I ate lump – mad sign, I do cede – tonsil a pain, acne pang is sad also. Elm I help pot, live – tub’s sold; a ban or a bar, even so, elms, I’d assume, live for. Effused am I not, up in a manor, not all up in a mess.

Open if a main A.C. plug is in it.



Late men I fed late – pasties or not. “Rapture” by a maestro prevents a vast sum erased.

Argon in units, albeit at solid eye level, sits in a … (I presume not) … tube, son. No eyes: a hot laser – is Ed wary?

Mermaid, ex- evoker of all A.B.s, I flog. Nil I repaid. Emotion! Emotion, oh so do I dare, woe!

Wee yap-yap dog’s name’s Ron. An idol lacks a dime tip, or did, as today a potato in a pitta slice costs a lot – tons. A wet adder ate more hay. Ugh! So, pal, ice cost on top? No, miss, I’m a two-sided rat, erred nut, I base it on erotic ill; It is I, red now; it is debris, rot.

Alf, an idle he-man as “master animal lifer” did time, ran off at speed, but a G.I. did nab an idle if dim nit. Upwards rewards are natural life’s words, God. Fill up guts, boy, live now or do not emit one later. A rat on site got flu.

Gaelic, I’m odd Erin, I’m Eire, esteemed islet. So hostile rifts ebb. Mob, I.R.A., dare not net R.U.C. – no cotton. Erase not, so I dare not nettle men in red rose garden – I’m in it.

Stop late men if foreign at nine. Esplanades, simple hotel, bath, gin – king is Edward IX; obese; Ma is no pure mater. Go! Rise, sir; part anon.

I also rehash tests – ‘O’ Level Latin, Italian. S.A.S., so, to track radar. Often nobleman exists alone – not sales reps – I do. Trade ceiling, i.e. final part, lures open if evil trade.

Volga River rises on no steppe. Elsinore has a hamlet – Oh, Bard, row on Avon!

A sacred robot nurses simple hero’s eye; dabs on it a lemon. Gas, iron, Essex often stops, suffers in a mania. Ron fixes several crofts, acer of maple. Hot, I fish; cold, I arise laden; if diary amiss, I know it set no car off. Foe-damned ruby motor, it only rebels.

Ian I swept aside to visit, in a bar of moorside red, Romanis met in a more mossy ale den. Inspired am I, Oswald. A bay bed is nine p on top. No name, niftiness- elder saw it. Oh no! Saw top wet star’s pool – part star, part otter. Refer a baron to idiot, Tony, as I did.



Smart ones use submarine.

Poet, arch-super-artiste, grew artistic. I lost rattle; my amiable, not oh so old, able to hang up, mina, can deliver it, so true. “Ta, matey!” – says so Boston (Mass.) elder I hit.

On file S.A.E. was sent – I wrote poster re fat on side, volume one – loved it, never off it, I was in. Aide mocks a manic; I mock comic, I nap: too bad I had a fit, I too. Bottle ban odd, I go drop mine, ergo trial ceded a fatness, sober if not so, or a test is debased.

A vet is agog – no pet’s in a cask – corgi dog, royal pet, a risk no more.

Lob a rod at a man I meet. Sewer delays pit fires – a bedlam in a dig – iron ore rots it. No devil is a hero – Nimrod.

At a mall a cod is all I get. I bet on Eva, so Tim ate whole eel bait, I pay tip, Eva had a hood sewed. No B.A. gave car to Nero, we were not to rev it and we lost a trail; I’m a free pill, I wrong a man. I erase gap; to help miss it, I fill a set. A gent in ire knocks a cadet.

Animals’ gel on spoon – it is so true to basics – I’d gel; too bad I hide kangaroo baths – I lived as I won raffle, flew as I did go, dash, to my, also too tired now, star comedy: A wan, inept, upset I’m retired, nut; its ilk, nicer. Nettle feels a sore; sad, I did no panic in a pain, am an ill or tired, nude, based item; it is a spot.

Semitone, not a tone, radios emit; no, on tape; elsewhere it’s a tone.

Tail is not on; pots open on foot, even on it, so let oven (on, it is) simmer – a hotpot’s a stupid ham stew.

Loop a loop, animal – cat up in air.

Both sacks I rate by apple hewn in elder’s garden if it rates, I was aware – tasted a core.

Zones or areas, Annie, cap, so twelfth girl, lass, alas, simply (alpha beta) done, Kate. Tadpole won top Oscar, Obadiah, “O” Level axed.

Argon gas did emit no straw, so ozone sure drops argon, oozes up in Ruth’s ample hotel or sits afar off in a bar – of elastic, is it?

I hate cinema; cinema dogs in a mass. Older effusion to old – lost, is it now? Reward: a mood.

All upsets it.

Radar trails an Islamic educer of a riling issue, damages it in Israel. Ceiling is, I say, a plan, a case of one deck. Can knees sag as one Latin image elates, I wonder?

Oboe diverts ultra foe, volatile bald ogre – push to berate; I’d do, ogre. So, p.m., Oct. first, never play organ’s stops – lay or put it up in ward ten.

Final cast like rowing – I sedate play, old as am I, God! Am I! On tacks I ran; I saw rats. A Gemini tramp is May born.

I back colony’s sober omen of lack of lace. Rome, not Paris, a wonder.

Obey retail law – a noose killed oyster. Reflate my ball, a water-filled one. Disabuse no name of emanating issue.

Damsels, I note, vary tastes so cost now desserts. I say no! Try taste more honeyed. A bad nemesis at naff ruse will upset. I, mere Satanist, e.g. rater of a devil – (Oh wrong is a sin!) – I’m no devil’s god, damned.

Animals, if on a mat, sit. Rain, a more vile drop, made us site it in a cottage. Breed deer – bottle fits a llama.

I lay, as I emanate, go to sleep, mad ones on docks – air is hot. Entrap, net, nine men in party raid - all if it is in a crab-pot room, an itemised, under-lit, nullified old log den – I’m sure voles made it rot in knot.

Tubas we see far off lack limit. A cat on still or tall upward paws to no dog is an ample hot-dog, ergo nastier if tastier, eh? We, raw amid a conman, a mama in a mask, corpse et al., err.

Octuple tracks at a son’s eyelash side distressed a tall eye doctor, a tall ace, rigger of a vote: got put in egress; odd, abased, is ebbed, as I am, Amy, asinine lot! Nine lots! Don’t six rams live? Don’t six exist?

Alfred, nuts or fool gigolo, trod never if gold locks all in a flap on a red rose; made nine or ten stops.

I heed never, I’m Daisy, a prod never, I terrorise viler starfish. To me suitors, no lemons, came rowing. Is a sin a mania? Rot!



Sit! I fix a looted amp or delay more, hasten not. A baser if snug stool, wonkier, if not - Alf says - super, a ballet to no devil, is a stool too. Ban it, actor, race to no tune.

May names I wrote wrong (Is no man in it, a long old log?) sit in row, sign irate Goths; I dare drop it. At felon’s eye I peer, fast open – I’m nosey, esteem eyes. All upset, ample hogs resume totting. Is sad nabob tired? Roots don’t evade liver in Alf’s gob.

Deers I held right; oblong, apt enamel or tile rifle on gun spot to get a man – aim is all. I rogate, minister. Feeble gnats, alas late, prosaic, a canine pet is not to consume hot.

Loo, wet, issues old idiot; evading, I sneer, obey a deer, gall a deer, gain alpine dragnet for egg I’d net to ram in a pan I made to help master. Rags I held, arcane poet, arcane poetic error, all odd; I bottle fine panacean lust. I’d nag elks I ride if editor toted a minor. I fog a natural life.

Roses, or level dumb ones – rows in a mown, ample, hewn acre. Wolfsbane made it a garden in May, a garden indeed.

Nine mates, nine tons I must save now on time – editor raps a late man. G.I.s edit also, too. Do over if tests in a task radiate. Rob ran; I, too, fled.

“Omega” – list in alphabet.

A gander, a line of live ducks, irk cubs. A wart, set at a cast on knee, snug as spots.

A poor denim for a janitor, racer, armed aide, solid idler – rabid; I’d elastic in a pot, tons to sew.

Tubes or axes went in a clam, in an oyster. Free booze – lap it all up. Pity, my apple hot, so I’d a root stew. God, a stew! Tip it at feline! Posies, a cat’s altar often, no baron packs. A monk caps dog – I meddle here – hot? Pull its leg! A bee was a hoot, eh?



No, it is opposite. Yaks I rode wore hats, albeit on deity’s orders. Rats age more held in a trap, nip and I know it – set no cage now.

It’s eta; no, it’s a beta – Tsar of Tonga rates isles. Mad Ed is all upset at cider, is Ed? Is a madam too? Snip? I’d snip, spot a fine position, snip nine more cinemas.

Do ogres sell in a mall? Yes, on a barge so rats row tubs.

Wall last canes up or Eros, an imp, lives to irk, rasp or dam all tides sent. I won’t – I was no Roman – even I saw tired row – a sore. He lives on. “No!” we yell.

Up, now! Wards are in nurses’ sole care. I, peer, fed, am too fat? Oh, not I, test no dined ruby ale; dote not on salad it’s in – I am sad.

Locks I rifle so troops atone re war. Only rebel or a crofter animates so cottage beheld arcades, so trees are sold, abased. I redo, rehang, I err – a wasted act; nests I’d – as an owl – laid. A boot’s raw foot, even if a foot to master, germs (ah!) can evil do.

Pan is tune-pipe – so hot notes, paths up to honeydew.

Odd locks, a maddened (I was aware) macaw on top, spot no seen knots, rifts or fan, I saw. Are maces a baton, madam? Oodles, madam? Rare laptops are too late – got too lit up.

Nits rub – snip now, I’ll abate, not snip, nits I held.

Nubile Danish tomboys I led to old loser as no melons I held; no fish to my name. Nod lower, do I dare? No, one nods a hairy snipe. (Edit: one hairy snipe, eh?) See silliness, else we’ll ask cornish to obey deity’s or god’s item. I, God, damn it! I was in it! To Hades, acne trap, sad loser! As warts pop, a dosser I – we – vile rat, sack! Same row, oh woe! Macaroni, rats, as a hoot, tie. I vomit on rats.

Yeah... It's been quite a bit since I've posted anything here. I really should be writing in my actual journal... because I promised I would fill it by May 13th. But I continue to write online. I think my stupuid Xanga premium runs out in like 3 days. Then I can put a layout up again.

Anyhow, yesterday was very... different.
I went to hang out with Kal and we ended up walking over to Alyssa's house. Bobby came outside just then. So twas Kal, Alyssa, Bobby, and myself. I ended up talking to Bobby a lot, as usual. Then Alyssa wanted to visit Tori... so we went over there (the long way). When we got there, there were lots of people already there. (Shari, Tori, and Eleni.) So we all stood around for a bit... and some people passed stones. Lol
Then I got stoned... I mean Shari threw stones at me. Then ummm... Bobby left and then Alyssa had to go so Kal, Alyssa, and myself headed back. Alyssa went in... and Kal and I walked around for a lil... and then ended up just hanging out and talking until 9:30.

Pretty fun...

In other news:
Tomorrow I get out early!
Wednesday I dont go to school... (Goin to Penn Tech)
Friday I want to skip... Superstars is Ghey!

Yup yup that's it, I need to write in my journal for real now.

Recently there have been quite a few people that started talking to me. New friend, old friend, its all the same. But these people all have similar problems. And they all find me to talk to... and I'm okay with it... but its like, "Whoa... what's going on? How come I'm meeting all these people?"

Ehh... thats as specific as I can get because of stuff.... so im done.

Yup... that's right, I'm still around!
I can hear the *sighs* from here. Lol

School is boring these days. I have like 3 classes everyday that count. Rest are basicly studyhalls.
So I'm in Accounting 2 (studyhall) lol. Rarely ever work here. Been listening to music: GBB (Glass Bottom Boat). They are pretty much my current favorite band.

I'm so bored! Can't cha tell?
Not too much that's new really.

Been feeling down lately... just a lil.
Mandy got her license! I'll get to see her again soon! Yay! I miss Mandy hehe.
My dad makes me drive him everywhere now... so I'll be getting mine soon. (i've said that before... but if you know me then you know that i procrastinate anything that i dont find too important.)

I'm bored of this...
gonna go play some games or something..
Until i write again.

Muhahaha
Guess what?
It's 7th period... and it's my last period of the day!!!
Hah Hah Hah!

That's right. In the words of Cartman: "Screw you guys...I'm goin home."

Lol.
Yup... gonna go home and mess with PS7!
I found this nifty site with tutorials on how to do a whole bunch of awesome stuff!
So hopefully... I will get something more that crap drawings and mediocre poetry on my devArt.


Anyhow... tis time to go.
Farewell
*drops a smoke grenade and vanishes in the mist*

I rarely use LJ now. Oh well. I have a myspace (it's private cause well... it just is). A new xanga (http://www.xanga.com/garnetpuddle) and a new sn (GarnetPuddle) ...

That's all.

I guess that answers my question. (I got a comment! lol)
On the topic of the book. I actually am enjoying it. It's strange 'cause I'm not much of a reader. I'll read stuff by J.R.R. Tolkien and R.A. Salvatore but I never got interested in anything else. Currently on page 118 thought I didnt read much of it at all today. Maybe I will in lunch. And yes Tori, that is really strange hehe.

So in other news, It's friday, we get out early, they wanted snow but we didnt get much, and it's Mandy's Bday! Hooray! I'm also up to my old tricks again! I started making a Myspace and the school banned it... so I'm fighting back by putting a textfile in my H drive with this on it:

If you are affiliated with any government, police, or network administrator either directly or indirectly, or any other related group, or were formally a worker, you CANNOT enter these web pages, links, nor access any of its files and you cannot view any of the HTML files. If in fact you are affiliated or were affiliated with the above said organizations, by viewing this site you are not agreeing to these terms and you are violating code 431.322.12 of the Internet Privacy Act signed by Bill Clinton in 1995 and that means that you CANNOT threaten any person(s), cannot prosecute any person(s), cannot deny access to any non-pornographic website, and cannot alter or remove this file. This applies to anyone affiliated with this username.

Owned! Lol...
Oh man... I'm so bored now. Life is going... ehhhh... okay I guess. There's some stuff that bothers me but it's not so much. Weekend is looking alright. Mandy might come over to visit. That would be so kickass. I miss her... she's so awesome but she's always busy and stuff hehe. Lol wow... period is almost over. I stopped typing for a bit there so i could mess with someones website... haha.
I'm done for now.

I dont know why I am writing in this. There is no point besides to pass the time. I thought having three studyhalls today would be awesome but all I am is EXTREMELY BORED!!! Yup yup. Rachel was sad thismorning... that really brought me down. I hope she is okay.

Ummm... Let's see. I've been reading a book. Yup... me... reading.
"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
A fairly decent book. Oh boy, I'm just ranting on now...

I saw Alyssa the other day. That was awesome... just... I felt so nervous that I went into defensive (pure silence) mode with everyone except Bobby. (Nervous that she still hated me). After I got home that night I IM'd her and she said it was okay and she doesn't so it's all good.

I've been trying to bypass the network blockings on these stupid school computers. So far no luck but I can send a message to EVERY computer on the network at the exact same time. Ofcourse they can track it and I'll surely get in major trouble. So I'm not doing that!

I ponder if anyone reads these anymore. I know I read everyone elses once in a while. Just to see what's up I suppose. Life is getting so boring in school. It's becomming a serious waste of my time. I can be fiddling my fingers for 6 hours and have more production than I do in school. Programming was the only good class today (1st period). My left wrist still hurts!!! I went outside last night from 8 till 9. It was freezing cold and the wind was horrible. I had gloves on and my hands were still frozen. And ofcourse my wrist is still hurting cause It was numb and I couldnt move it when I went to sleep last night. :-/

That's all for now... I'm bored.
Thinking of reading more of the book.

There are a lot of things going on with me lately.
Mainly good things...
My dad is finally being half decent. He took me to the movies on saturday.
The movie was okat but kinda dumb... more funny than scary.

More later... Oh i started a "Myspace"

Gah... boredom.
Days 1 and 5 suck because I cant go outside.
4th marking period though, I get to go home after 7th period.
w00t!

Not a whole lot has been up with me... I'm just chillaxin. Coasting through life.
Procrastination at its finest!
heh...

I wanna go home... my stomache hurts very much!
I feel like I'm gonna fall over and explode into a million pieces... seriously.
I feel so sick... blah.

I'm so bored in studyhall... so I saw Tori's horoscope and went to the site and now... yeah... I started filling stuff out. Like so:

In 1987 (the year you were born)

Ronald Reagan is president of the US Wall Street crashes sending the Dow Jones Industrial average down 22.6% President Reagan and Soviet Leader Gorbachev sign an unprecedented missile reduction agreement Televangelist Jim Bakker resigns amid accusations of sexual infidelity and financial impropriety Wall Street financier Ivan Boesky is sentenced to three years in prison in an insider trading scandal Gary Hart withdraws from the 1988 presidential campaign under accusations of infidelity The Food and Drug Administration approves anti-AIDS drug AZT Prozac makes its debut in the US Bow Wow, Joss Stone, and Hilary Duff are born Minnesota Twins win the World Series New York Giants win Superbowl XXI Edmonton Oilers win the Stanley Cup Three Men and a Baby is the top grossing film "Walk Like An Egyptian" by The Bangles spends the most time at the top of the US charts Full House, Married with Children, and Star Trek: The Next Generation premiere

Well.. I'm not from "A-Town" but... some of this actually does apply here:

You Know You're From Allentown, PA When...

You have your friends from other cities come to visit and they hear gun shots and you shrug it off like its no big deal...in fact you didn't even hear them until you friend pointed it out. While you're driving and stop at a red light, the people on all sides of you have the bass turned up so high on their radios your windows start to shake You get cravings for hoagies, shoo fly pie, and pierogies Friendlys is considered the place to "be" with all your friends and your always there no matter what time of day or night. When it snows you put chair's in your parking spot after you've dug it out so ur stupid neighbors don't steal it from you while your gone. You see people outside "chillin" on their porches at all hours of the night but during the day its quiet and peaceful You walk down the street and a car slows down by you and you hear "hey ma!, How ya doin? Holla atcha boy!" and you keep walking and the people in the car yell back "it's aiight you still beautiful!" You hear that snow's coming and you know that you most likely won't have school the next day or will have a school delay even if there's barely any accumulation or its mixed with rain You can name all the high schools in the city. Yup that's right all of them, you know the 2 public ones (Dieruff and Allen) and the only private one (Central). You call your group of friends "Da gang". You don't know what a sub is, but you think they are trying to describe an imitation HOAGIE. You can walk to everything, inculding the supermaket due to how close it is. When you get bored you go the corner store and see what's going on there and who's killed who. You school is in the middle of drug/killing infested areas and it's right across from a hospital. The local Jordan Creek has pot growing around it naturally along with shopping carts and air conditioners. You live off of A-Treat soda You don't think Wawa sounds funny You pronounce the word horrible as harrable You think Tastycakes are the best thing You realize that besides going to the movies and places to eat Allentown really has nothing great to offer, not to the youth anyway. You refer to Allentown as A-Town When and IF you graduate from high school you leave for college in another state or go as far from Allentown as possible. Everyone you meet is Ghetto even that rich white kid. You think going to Walmart at 3 in the morning is the most fun thing to do ever You know the time and location of every Wing Night in a 10 mile radius. You have ever ended a sentence with "a while". Ex. "You know it happens every once and a while." You think Fasnacht Day and Groundhog Day are national holidays. You know that "long johns" are something you eat, not something you wear "Hey Yuz Guyz" is your traditional greeting. You know how to pronounce Schuylkill and other weird names like that. You sleep soundly through gunfire and ambulance sirens. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Allentown.

And..

You Are A Romantic Realist

You are more romantic than 50% of the population. You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance. Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know. And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball... But you'd never admit it to your friends!

Uhh... I dont really know about this one, but okay heh:

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

Scary Thought:

How Your Attitude Ranks

Your Attitude is Better than 35% of the Population If you scored... 80-100: You've got a winner attitude. You're always optimistic and cheery. Your personality will get you far in life. 60-79: You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you. 40 - 59: You have a positive attitude... somtimes. You prefer to see the world through clear glasses, not rose colored ones. 20 - 39: You have an average attitude. You take the good and bad in life as they come. Though sometimes you could use a little more good. 0-19: You have a negative attitude. You tend to see the dark side of every situation. Free ice cream? No thanks, it will just make you fat!

Songs:

Float On by Modest Mouse

"Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands Good news will work its way to all them plans" Laid back and real, people appreciated you for you are in 2004.

Okay today in programming class I was bored and just spaced out.
Suddenly... I heard Didier say "Blah blah blah blah blah ... Darko". Then I just blurt out "Donnie Darko?"
and hes like "Yes!, Have you seen it?" and I was like "Yeah, I saw it a few months ago". Meanwhile everyone else in the class is like "WTF are you two talking about?" so we tried to explain to them (with no success). I just told them to see it. But that whole thing... sparked me today. I was on the official website just searching around... and remembering... bringing it all back (and actually i remember it fairly well).

So yeah.. Thanks a ton to Alyssa because without her I would of never known about Donnie Darko!
W00... okay... lunch time... cya

Why am I here in school today?
I could of stayed home... could of been sleeping still.
But nope, I came. And Why?
Because I thought I was going to see and talk to Rachel thismorning. But nope, didn't happen.
So my whole day in school is completely pointless.
Though I did meet Troy... and he said he was dumping her today.
... Wow... that's rather stupid but then again typical of people.

So I guess I'll get to talk to her afterschool, atleast I hope so because this all really bothers me and I really want to just know the results. So ummm programming today was different. Mrs Tarsi taught us today. She's really nice. Pre-calc was extra lame cause there was no Pam. I wrote the start of something in my notebook... here it is if you care:

You hurt me
Saw my heart
You took it
Grabbed it
Stabbed it
But why?

Tears start to form in my eye
I hear you cry:
"I don't want you to die."
I guess that's true
But I'm not really sure anymore
I'll trust you though
Mainly because you I do adore.

- - - - - - - - -

Yeah... for most of you who might glance apon this: This might sound like the me you know... but honestly its not the same thing that happened in the past... this is way different... just emotions are the same like... i duno how to explain it but its not what happened before... im sure of that.

That's all for now... cause im bored heh.

Today has been going alright.
We had a free day in Programming today since its Hinline's last day. Dounuts and games! lol
Oh, and I managed to get Taylor to send me a GMail account. It'll be my 3rd active email account. I have mal_aria@hotmail.com but i use that for signing up for stuff and then unfoundself@hotmail.com is my main email for now... and now I have unfoundself@gmail.com So... maybe ill start using the gmail? I duno we'll see. Supposively its better because I can send 10Mb attachments and theres 1Gb of drive space to save stuff.

Second period was Pre-calc. I was daydreaming for a bit. Drawing little doodles in my notebook. I called it "Afro-tonic Super Brotha". Pam found it rather funny. Then we had some work to do and I finished that before the bell rang.

Third period was English. We had a vocab test today. I passed but not by much... I had a 68%. Vocab and writing isnt my thing really. But it's all good cause I have a B average in that class and most people are failing.

Now it's fourth period. Studyhall and I'm in the library because I cant go outside 'cause morons broke the legs off the picnic table. So I'm trapped indoors... atleast I have technology. Heh...

So today has actually been a rather good day. So far atleast. I expect Shawn to yell my name in the hall before next period because he's just weird like that. Lunch is going to be kinda boring. I'm not eating... didnt eat breakfast either. Just had a cup of orange juice and went out the door. It's for the better I guess.

Physics is what I dread because my lab group comes back today, one was suspended and the other two are in 11th grade and were taking PSSA tests. They are going to expect me to give them all my data from the labs I did... and that really isn't right. But I guess I will... why? Cause I'm nice... sometimes too nice. (Yup... im still dwelling over that for those of you who have known me for a bit now.)

Afterschool... I think I'm going to take a walk today. I'll come online to talk for a bit but I just want to get out of the house for atleast a little today. I want to run around or something... hell maybe I'll play with my brother as crazy as that sounds (he's 12). There's nothing wrong with him being younger than me... its just I find him to be VERY annoying. Not like the other people I talk to around his age. *shrug*

So.... that's all for now.
More later.
Farewell.

4th Period Studyhall!
So bored... so so bored.

Ummm... I honestly dont know what I'm going to do this period. Most likely just surf the web.
My class schedual is so messed up.

Advanced Programming / C++ (Fun and easy class)
Pre-calc (Boring...)
English 12 (Fun and decent class)
Studyhall (By the time I get here I'm tired heh.)
Accounting 2 (Never do anything in this class so I play games online.)
Lunch
Physics (Gives me headaches but overall I do well.)
Studyhall (Or Gym or Traffic Saftey) (Studyhall is okay, Gym is okay, Traffic saftey is REALLY easy.)
Studyhall (Same deal but two in a row can get a little boring.)

Well.. just found out that the senior privledge area is closed now so I'll be inside for studyhalls. That's boring... so most likely I'll read the paper and doodle... or maybe I'll write a poem... duno yet it depends how I'm feeling. That's all for now... gonna try and let this period pass on by.

4th period studyhall again.

Umm all in all things are going okay. After asking a friend if she would think of be differently if I became a satanist I decided not to become one. (obviously she said yes.) So out the window goes that. Now I dont know what I'm going to write about anymore. Something random most likely.

Oh... I'm not talking to Pam anymore. Thats a life goal now haha.
For no real reason other than to annoy her as she tries to talk to me.

I got to see my uncle last night. He flew in from... I dont know where. But he was going back to Mass. so he stopped by. It's was nice to see him again. (It's weird cause his friend is a pilot... so they fly their own plane... which is very cool hehe.) I posted something rather long on my Xanga last night. I have a new one incase you care it's: http://www.xanga.com/unfoundself

So yeah...
All in all a decent day so far.

Gonna go see if i can find something to do. IF not i'll be back.

Heh... Updating this thing again. Mainly because I'm really bored and it's 4th period studyhall.
Was reading over some other people's LJ posts... It's weird because I get that old worry feeling again. But gotta throw it away and get it out of my head. So ummm...

Not a whole lot going on with me. I'm still same old me...
Just not feeling too well today... havent eaten anything since yesterday and I feel like I'm going to hurl. That's okay though, I'll make it. Heh... I might not eat lunch today either...

How long can one actually go without food? or better yet... how long can I go?

Man... life is a major bummer sometimes.
Heh okay... enough of that.

Today I made a "List of Obvious Things". (I also wrote myself a note but that was just out of boredom and to mock Pam.) On the list... "I wear glasses.", "The sky isnt always blue.", and my personal favorite, "Our sub has a horn". It's true... he was growing a horn (or a third eye) ... it was evil.

Studyhall is boring... I really wish I had a class, as weird as that sounds.
Umm... so far in studyhall I've been reading stuff on Satanism. Just... weird.... like Im not satanist or anything... but I got to thinking...

If Satan (The devil, Mephisto, Lucifer... ETC ETC) owns hell... why do bad people get tortured there?
Wouldnt he praise them for being bad? I thought there was a holy war... a war between heaven and hell. So if Satan burns and tortured everyone... where does he get his army? Here's my idea: Hell is like heaven but opposite. It's just a dark city with red roads. People arnt tortured, it's just like a city for people who were cruel or evil. The more evil or cruel you were in this life, then the higher your rank in hell. Then the two realms wage war.

Also my idea: Hell has more people than heaven... and that my friends is why there are always preachers on Television. Hell doesnt need to advertise via people or television. It's advertised throughout life. There are always bad choices people make... it's just human nature. Therefore, unless you really try, you are going to hell. But hey, it can't be that bad. Can it?

*Yawn* Wow... that was weird it all kinda just spewed out of me.
Okay still bored...
I keep getting these weird daydreams where I do something "bad" and two cops show up and I dont obey them so then one pulls out his tazer and says, "You will now be shocked with 10,000 volts. Your body will cease proper function and you will be detained". Then he shoots me with it... and I fall to one knee constantly shaking as the electricity pulses through my body. Then I raise my head and look into his eyes and I stand back up still shaking; still being electrified. I slowly start taking steps toward him and the other cop draws his tazer and says all that crap and I take another step only to be shot with a second tazer. Now 20,000 volts flow through my body and I collapse to the ground. And I flop there... on the ground... and by then I snap out of the daydream. But it keeps comming back.... it's strange.

Well, I've pretty much blown atleast 20 mintues this period writing in this thing.
I guess it clears my mind a bit but in truth I'm just talking to myself.
Cause Im not really writing this to anyone... just me.... so... yeah.

I'm done... my head hurts... and I feel like I could collapse and not get up right now.


"You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can. If you love everyone and everything you lose your natural powers of selection and wind up being a pretty poor judge of character and quality. If anything is used too freely it loses its true meaning. Therefore, the ******** believes you should love strongly and completely those who deserve your love, but never turn the other cheek to your enemy!"

Got bored and went to Albino Blacksheep.
There's a new game called Stick Avalanche 2.
I'm on the Highscores list:
9) UnfoundSelf: 25102

Try and beat it here:
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/avalanche2.php

lol