we can fly
away, so free
away from things
like sorrow & pain
we’ll wait here now,
so patiently
until the day
when all is free
and when those thoughts
of freedom come
we’ll set them free
and fly along
we can touch the sky
and feel the stars
we can dance around
the cheerful moon
for on that day
when freedom comes
we’ll set them free
and fly along
we’ll set them free
as free as can be
Howdy Folks!
Oh my goodness. You’re back! Lily! We all thought you’d disappeared or something!
I did disappear. Sorry about that.
Leapin’ Lizards. Pray tell, WHY did you disappear?
Let’s see, do you want the long story that involves ninjas & cowboy aliens, or the real, significantly shorter story?
How about the shorter one. We can save the ninjas for later.
un:
it is the year two thousand twelve, by the way
duex:
my favorite dog, joe joe, was given to me on my twelfth birthday
trois:
today is may twelfth
quatre:
my sister is turning twelve in a matter of days [16]
cinq:
december twelfth, two thousand twelve 
six:
i have had [almost] twelve hours of sleep in the past six days
sept:
this is better than the twelve days before that, during which i only got twelve hours of sleep in the course of twelve days
huit:
this sentence does have something to do with twelve, just look closely
neuf:
i wrote a twelve page research paper on the dangers of cutting down trees [6 billion trees are cut down every year!]
dix:
120
onze:
i have twelve followers
douze:
twalf, daouzek, dazde, doze, dotco, dek du, doce
I looked at the magnificent conveyor belt. ”WOW!” I siad, utterly in awe. I pointed at the big red button. “Self Combustion,” I read aloud. “Does it really do that?” I asked, while pushing it. Suddenly,
The whole machine exploded, leaving tiny fragments of the once awe-striking machine. “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!” Everett the Evil wailed, falling down on his knees and tugging at his long purple beard.
“You!” He shouted. “My life’s work, gone! Shattered! Combusted! You will die, my once-friend-now-foe!”
My knees were shaking. “B-b-but why’d you put a button that would blow your machine up if you’re so mad when it does get blown up?!” I asked.
He glared at me. “That’s beside the point! Evil villains have reasons for everything. And if they don’t, they lie!”
He pushed a[nother] button on the wall, and made an odd face. (I think he may have been attempting a evil maniac I’m about to kill you grin, but it came out as more of a I’ve had to much Easter candy face.)
A panel on the ceiling of his lab slid back, revealing four… very small children in… business suits? I stopped to think about it, but decided it’d be better to get a move on when one of the kids pulled out a knife. I didn’t even stop long enough to notice that… Whoa! They were minions!
I put two and too together, and came out with 6.7834. Minion mole manufacturer thingamajim = Minion Moles! And they were agile ones, too, from the looks of it. The one with the knife [we'll call him Fince] was jumping off the walls, running towards me.
I was about to freak out, [no seriously I was] but I remembered my fourteen+ plus years of ninja training. I took a millisecond to decide between my bow and arrow or my shuriken, and I chose the latter. My shurkien is infused with Polish technology, and acts like a boomerang, coming back to me every time I throw it. I raced up the runway, heading towards my veichlopter. Suddenly…
I was sitting down to write a post, and decided look at my blog. I realized that my last post, which was about kalso’s earth shoes might’ve been slightly conffuzzalating if not just odd to some of you.
So,
[yes, I know perfectly well that you are NOT, not in under ANY circumstance, allowed/supposed to start sentences with SO/AND/BUT/TOTALLY/LIKE/ETC, even if it is free style writing, b/c even then, you'll still get red pen marks on your paper. But, neverthless, I want to start the sentence with so. And I will.]
So, if enough of y’all express interest in a post explaining what, exactly, earth shoes are, please say so below.
Black and green
the animals
will die
will perish
and the money we would’ve, could’ve used to fix it
DEAD
TREES
DEAD
The Whole World Will Die…So frankly, let’s stop caring.
below was a creative writing assignment I did. Enjoy!
Okay, never mind. Enough with talking myself in the third person…
I am a firm believer in my God, first, foremost, and most importantly.
I may occasionally spout some random burst of quite intellectual and somewhat profound thoughts. But not as frequently do I say something genius-ish, as do I say something that will make you smile. Or maybe that’s not true… Maybe I am very boring and you should in fact not be reading this, and if you continue doing so you will turn into an over-bored, very short, purple-bearded, red hat wearing dwarf with a pet chamelon…
Or not.
I hope you smiled right then.
I like the smell of leather. I like books. I like book shelves. I like empty book shelves, waiting to be filled, and full book shelves, waiting to be read. I like Saint Bernards, and most other dogs, except for that really mean one that bit you when you were three.
I like math, and science, and reading. Oh, how I like reading. I like deep voices, whether singing, talking, or debating. I like music. I like violins. I like hearing violins, playing violins, or even just looking at violins. I like Suzuki. And friends, I like friends
I like smiling, and smiles, and other people smiling, and making other people smile. I like my Dad, and my Mum, and I like saying Mum. I like my siblings, ALL of them. I like my church, and the window by my bed that I know oh-too-well, and our roof, and climbing down my balcony, among other things.
I also dislike things, though I do sincerely hope the list is smaller. I terribly dislike fake smiles, and happiness. I don’t like grammar, specifically diagrams. I am terribly tired of standing back-to-back with people, just so they can be sure that I really AM taller than them. I don’t like birds on my shoulder. And I don’t like crying… I don’t really like writing, either. I am actually surprised that I managed to write this much…
Today,
I am 14 years, 1 months and 25 days old.
My age in months is 170 months
My age in weeks is 738 weeks
My age in days is 5167 days
My age in hours is 124017 hours
My age in minutes is 7441029 minutes
My age in seconds is 446461756 seconds.
Yurlp.
I sure can count.
Oh, and My age in milliseconds is 446461756000 milliseconds.
=D
me:
He is risen!
Sing praises!
Say things with exclamation points on the end!
Hallelujah!
Remember what he has done for us!
=D
