A great comeback...

This is in contribution to the MLK post. And probably the greatest comeback ever.

A white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around
and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir....when I was born I was BLACK "
"When I grew up I was BLACK, "
"When I'm sick I'm BLACK, "
"When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, "
"When I'm cold I'm BLACK, "
"When I die I'll be BLACK."
"But you sir."
"When you are born you're PINK".
"When you grow up you're WHITE
When you're sick, you're GREEN, "
"When you go in the sun you turn RED, "
"When you're cold you turn BLUE, "
"And when you die you turn PURPLE.
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away..
Put this on YOUR page if you HATE racism...

Creepy paragraph

I wrote this around three o'clock in the morning over a month ago. Its amazing what you can write when half asleep. I suppose that's why its about dreaming.


Ghosts swirl in the endless ether of times remembered and times best forgotten. These are the memories of our failures, of our hidden half truths and outright lies. So often we fall asleep at night and dream of our heart’s desires. These are often the dreams of light and love, of laughter and romance; the boundless joys that bind mankind together. But for some of us, not so fortunate in life’s grim game, or perhaps too far past the bounds of mortal compassion, these dreams become reflections of our heart’s darkest desires. Some would call them nightmares, twisted imaginings of horror and fear, but nightmares are the products of a guilty conscious, a means to punish ourselves for the small evils we’ve done or the dark imaginings we’ve thought. To some of us these dark dreams of corruption and vice are the only comfort we find at night, the only comfort we find in life. These dreams, awash in blood, become a mirror of what thrills us, of what allures us, of the darkness within us that we choose to embrace instead of scorn.

Ranting...

AH! I'm really angry right now! Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. MJK was a great man who helped in the civil rights movement. He was one of the most influential people in the twentieth century! Dr. King strongly believed that EVERYONE was created equal. No matter if you were caucasian, black, asian, blue, or purple. If you were a man, a woman, or even a hermaphrodite, you were equal. Christians, Jews, and Muslims were equal. If you were married, single, or divorced, you were equal. People of different sexual orientations were equal. In short, EVERYONE was CREATED EQUAL.

What really bugged me today was, my school didn't even observe MJK day, the only class that it was even mentioned in was Spanish, C'MON!!! Just Spanish? Then, later in my career's class, we TRIED to discuss it. But NO ONE cared!!!! (Okay, a few people did...) What I want to know is WHY. WHY do people just regard this important issue, as just another "thing"? I personally think that diversity and equality are SUPER important!

I wish people would recognize this issue. Especially with the Obama's inaguration tommorow! People at school are like, "Who cares? I mean, he's gonna get assasinated anyway..." WHAT??!??!?! Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. But this is HISTORY!!! Man! If I don't get to watch it at school tommorow, I may just fake a stomach ache and go into the guidance office to watch it online. Errrrrrrrrrr.

Yeah, I needed that. Thanks for the ranting space, Blogger.

Writer's Block Forums

Attempting to write my first novel, I stumbled upon Writer's Block Forums. This is a place to talk to other poets, artists, song writers, and novelists about almost anything. You can actually talk to published authors and they can help you get started writing. They also have writing exercises to help get your creative juices flowing. The artist's forum is especially helpful to me because everyone shares his or her techniques. But my personal favorite would have to be the interactive stories. Someone posts a sentence or a paragraph and leaves it open at the end so the next person who posts can continue the story. Some of these stories have been going on for years and have not ended yet. I suggest to anyone interested in writing to visit this website.

Scrap!

Scrap the below book idea. The more I thought about it the dumber its sounded.

Book idea...

I've been wanting to write a book for quite some time now. I was laying in bed one night and I came up with this...

Penny lives in a world of quotas. There's a limit to every aspect of life. There's a quota for food, there's a quota for money, there's even one for the number of words a person says in their lifetime. The year is 2198. Penny is an orphan who lives alone in the future city of Chicago. She spends her days avoiding the police and social services who will ship her overseas to fight never ending wars. This happens to all orphans over fifteen. So far, Penny's life has been as good as it can be until... the day Penny used up her quota of speech.