Lasith (lasith) wrote,
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Because it haas been so long...

A month exactly since my last journal...So I will type some Random thoughts...
My location has changed from I-House to 3711-45st.
My phone number is 468-7646...I was thinking about how evil I'm becoming...
I have now tried to make alliances with animals to join my Sith army..
This day two cats...I got angry when Christine seemed to woo them away...
I think they will join me in time though...I talk a lot of evil talk but
I need to work on hammering down the evil fist...Action is necessary or
else your heart shall be corrupted by others...Look what happened to Hamlet..

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?

Yes I say! Destroy your enemies and problems with positive action...
Never live in dreams or fear! If I was Hamlet...I would kick some ass...
I love to open my mouth and spit stupid stuff...But with respect and
maintaining my humanity I can still ensure the positive changes i wish
to see in the microcosisms of my life. I am slowly adding more names I
recognize...The list is Lasith, Las, Laz, Lazarex, The Sith, The Dark Lord,
Ice Dragon, Phoenix...Cool....and then there are less cool, twig, fattie, lassie, and then all those describing my lack of intelligence/sanity...I
like variety and unpredictablity of my dimeanour...I am always having a good
time...Sometimes it's difficult for people to know when I'm serious...I'm usually neveer serious...That is a problem...I'm serious

Here's a nice song!

I got two strong arms
blessings of babylon
time to carry on and try
for sins and false alarms
so to america the brave
wise men save

(Chorus)
near a tree by a river
there's a hole in the ground
where an old man of Aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there's a wrong and a right
he'll never, ever fight over you

(Bridge)
I got time to kill
sly looks in corridors
without a plan of yours
a blackbird sings on bluebird hill
thanks to the calling of the wild
wise men's child.

I got plans for us
nights in the scullery
and days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
oh for anything but light
wise men fighting over you

it's not me you see
pieces of valentine
with just a song of mine
to keep from burning history
seasons of gasoline and gold
wise men fold

(Chorus)
near a tree by a river
there's a hole in the ground
where an old man of Aran
goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon
in the veil of the night
for a strange kind of fashion
there's a wrong and a right
he'll never, never fight over you

(Bridge)
I got time to kill
sly looks in corridors
without a plan of yours
a blackbird sings on bluebird hill
thanks to the calling of the wild
wise men's child.
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