lifeinthepreppylane:

If a guy took me on any of theses dates, I would marry him in a second.

Thanks for the ideas!  The lady will love these :)

(via dreamingwithdesires)

I find it amazing how I can make you smile.  It makes me feel happy that I can make you smile again.  It makes me feel relieved that I can make you smile again.  It makes me feel at peace that I can make you smile again.  It makes me feel loved that I can make you smile again.  It makes me feel forgiven that I can make you smile again.

I don’t know if I am all of those things, but that’s just how I feel when I make you smile.

It’s amazing how your smile makes me feel.  It makes me feel happy to know that you are smiling.  It makes me feel reassured to know that you can smile about me.  It makes me feel excited to know that you are smiling about me.  It makes me feel lucky to know that you are smiling about me.  It makes me feel forgiven to know that you are smiling about me.  It makes me feel loved to know that you are smiling about me.

Most of all though, your smile makes me smile because it’s so damn cute.

Blood oozed from the freshly crafted orifice on my chest.  All that was left, was me, the gun in my hand, and the shattered remains of six men, younger than I, who’s manifest destinies were unfulfilled.  Hilarious.

The bullet had escaped me, and the concrete behind me welcomed it and my blood.  That poor concrete.  What kind being would damage another?  I suppose the type that are like me.  And like them: the shattered youth.

We’re like bullets.  It funny really: we are the same, and yet we must be different.  We can’t agree, but we already do.  We all do the same thing: kill, harm, destroy, slay, annihilate, waste.  We do all of these things.  We share all of these things in common, maybe more.  I can’t help but laugh to know who I’ve killed.

A deep breath escapes me.  Here I slouch, an old man who is far past their prime.  In this graveyard of youth, only the aged has survived.  It seems fitting, in an unsettling way.  I look at the fallen soldiers before me, and realize something.  They look damn good.

I scratch my face, and eradicate a blemish in their honor.  Now, I bleed from two orifices, but I look damn good too.  I hear footsteps echo on the aluminum roof.  I take out the G.A.R. White Label cigar from my jacket.  “It’s my favorite,” I elaborate to my fellows.  I take out my lighter from the other pocket, and ignite my Robusto Grande.  Smoke bellows out of my maw like a chimney on Christmas Day. 

The door opens, and they see seven handsome faces.  Six of which, their breath escaped from them.  I am the subject of the seventh letter sent back home that day.  I am the seventh entry in the obituaries for this date.  Smoke pours upward into the wine glass that is this room.  Let the glass be stained with the blood of killers, the blood of men, and the blood of attractive individuals.

I laugh, as more orifices are specially crafted into my chest.  Each one sent with tender loving care to erase my existence.  My last breath escapes me.  I watch as smoke pours out of my mouth; my cigar still in its place.

I always wondered what death was like.  I’ve given it to so many people, I may as well embrace it myself.

I wish I collected the bands from the cigars that I smoke.  I don’t know why I don’t though.  If I want to, I should, but I never do.  My brain’s a weird place, let me tell ya.  I love cigars by the way.  I don’t smoke ‘em alot, but I smoke them enough.  Also, I don’t like how “a lot” is two separate words.  It pisses me off, and don’t ask me about it.  It’s just something I like doing.

I wish I understood science.  Whenever I take a puff from my cigar, smoke goes everywhere.  I want to know how it works.  I get how smoke is of a different chemical make up as compared to the air, and the minute currents make it flow certain ways, but I wish I could “read” the smoke you know?  Understand my surroundings better, that’s what I want.  Until then, I guess I’ll just keep puffing away.

I love the way the smoke escapes from my lips, even if I don’t breathe it out of my mouth.  The best part about it is that I know it looks cool.  I don’t even need a mirror to check myself out, because no matter who does it, it looks cool.  And then, when it’s all in a big cloud outside of my mouth, I give it one good push of air, and it all dissipates.  Smoke is the coolest thing in the world to watch, let me tell ya.  I could watch it for hours, days, even years if I wanted to.  It’s mysterious and simple.  It’s never the same, but always similar.

The ash on my cigar is getting pretty long now.  I like building up my ash.   It’s fun to compliment people on their ashes, or receive compliments about yours.  It’s also apparently a status thing if you have a long ash on a cigar.  I almost get it, but it’s just a bit silly to me.  You’re also not supposed to flick your ash until it get’s to be about an inch in length, as it’s rude to flick too much.  It’s also rude to let it drop on the ground, especially in someone’s home, which is I guess why they added that clause to the flick rule.  Again, it’s pretty silly, but I don’t make up the rules.  I just follow them.

I’m not blind about rules though.  It’s a culture thing.  It doesn’t negatively impact me, so I abide by it.  If it did I wouldn’t, but it doesn’t, so I do.  That’s just the way I see it.  I don’t like things that fuck me over, or hurt me or whatever you wanna call it.  I don’t think anyone does, but some people just don’t like following rules.  To me, I like following rules that don’t matter to me.  I guess they do matter in a sense, but hey, I’m not perfect.  I told you, my brains a fucked up place.

I remember that walk we took,

past the furthest building on the north side,

past the water tower,

and into that field.

It’s normally a corn field,

but now it was a sheet of ice

and snow that wet my toes

and froze my feet.

We talked about life,

the sky, the stars,

and the stripes you see

if you stare down too long.

The moon was the spotlight

for the stage of what would become

of us after that walk.

We made it to the edge

of town, but our path was

encased in nature’s unforgiving mirror.

You slipped on the ice, but not for long

as I kept my promise to you.

“I told you I’d catch you.” I said.

I will forever keep that promise,

as I will always

remember that walk we took.

Just the other day, when I was with my girlfriend, we decided to go to lunch at a different building on campus.  Usually, we go to the Student Union Building, or SUB as it is known, but this time we wanted to mix things up, and go to the Academic forum or AF (pronounce each letter individually).  Mix things up we did, for as we walked to the front entrance of the AF, we were surprised to find a religious speaker was preaching the word of God outside of the entrance.

“Great.  Just great.”  I thought, as my girlfriend began to laugh.

No, I am not particularly religious, thank you for asking, and neither is my girlfriend.  Religion isn’t my thing, and if it’s yours, great.  Seriously, I think its a wonderful thing that we have the ability to believe whatever we wish in this country, and while I am not religious myself, I think it is a great thing to have.  Why?  It teaches good morals, it brings people together, and it is a great way to give any person hope or something to believe in beyond themselves.

What turns me off from religion was the man standing in front of me.  He had a slight southern accent, and a belt buckle that would make batman jealous, but those qualities weren’t the turn offs.  What filled my mouth with the taste of wallpaper paste was how he told me I was wrong.

I’m sorry, I don’t care who you are.  I don’t need anyone telling me to go to church on Sunday, especially when I’m not pressing my beliefs on anyone.  Never will I ever go up to someone and tell them not to go to church because God doesn’t exist.  Personally, because I don’t know if God exists or not, and it’s not my business.

Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood, but it was certainly more interesting than standing in line for 20 minutes.  So we watched and “listened” to him while we waited for a good chance to be slightly impatient.

As the lines died down, the fires rose up within the onlookers minds and bodies.  One member of the audience began to speak out against the man, saying things like:  “God doesn’t exist!  I don’t believe in Fairy Tales!  Stop spewing bullshit!”

This paragraph will sound repetitive for a reason.  I’m sorry, I don’t care who you are.  You do not, and I repeat do not be like this person.  This person was ignorant, arrogant, and completely offensive.  There is no reason why ANYONE should ever press their values on another person.  Sorry, but that’s a big “no-no” in my book.

It only went downhill from there.  In response to the religious speaker, a member from The Church of Seuss (like The Cat in the Hat guy) came and read one of the “holy scriptures.”  Hilarious.  The other thing that drives me nuts is when people poke fun at another persons’ values.  This is just as bad, if not worse than telling someone what they should believe in my opinion.

So I didn’t like any of them.  Not a one.  They were all jerks, trying to impose what they think was right on other people, and you know what that does?  Makes more prejudice between people.

Any religion, taken seriously or not has a great power to bring people together, but while this will take effect, a terrible side effect will occur:  you will separate others.  Double the fun when you bring a different set of beliefs, and I can guarantee that no one walked away from that exchange truly happy.  You can’t win a debate like that, because it is one’s opinion.  The only thing you can say when the dust settles is:  “Man, that guy was such an asshole.”

I can guarantee, he’ll say the same about you.

-GSJ

You in my arms.

Like, right meow.

It’s a bit of a jazz vocal chart I’m working on… I’m going for a Sinatra kind of vibe to it.

Hope you like it babe!

A:

Ma petite chou-fleur.

Would you look at her.

Her beauty radiates.

Her little mischievous grin.

Her lips are closing in.

Her love is my heart’s demise.

A1:

Her hands are on my chest.

I know what’s coming next:

It’s her sweet embrace.

Her fingers in my hair.

She just love to stare,

At my “handsome face.”  (possibly act out finger quotes)

Shout/Chorus:

‘Cause when you touch me, it’s like lightning!

When we kiss, it’s like a storm!

When I hold you I feel your heart beat, so gentle and warm.

And we’ll lay down on a park bench,

And we’ll look out among the stars!

We’ll see our destiny:  together arm in arm.

Instrument Solis/Solo Section

B:

I’m not quite sure

How we got here.

Our love is so pure,

We fit like two gears.

I never thought

that I’d fall in love.

Off guard, I am caught.

Are you from up above?

I’ll hold you so close,

If you stay by me.

You matter the most.

You fill me with glee.

My heart is yours,

And your heart is mine.

Like an eagle, it soars.

When our eyes align.

I hold your soft hand,

Wherever we go.

Just like this big band,

We’ll let ourselves go!

Shout/Chorus

Outro:

Our Destiny!

Together:  With ma petite chau-fleur…

My back needs some rubbin,

And my body needs some lovin.

I just want you here.

I just need you near.

Why are you away?

Why can’t you stay?

I want to hold you close,

Without the barrier of clothes.

I just love you.

Where are you…?