Comments | evansatwood: An antisipation that only grows.

evansatwood

An antisipation that only grows.

Aug 20, 2005 04:37

It is August 20th and in nearly a month I will be boarding a plane to go to school. It is becoming a reality that was once only a hope and dream. I thought that I would be admitted into the Art Institute, but with dedication and a steady stream of communication between me and the admissions team that I was assigned I was acepted and then made plans ( Read more... )

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jermandubber August 20 2005, 13:32:18 UTC

now, i thought i read this twice.

boy, you'm the quitest secret i ever done heard!

Yes'm evansatwood August 20 2005, 20:39:34 UTC

Every onse an u wile u big'n funny thought comes u creeping in my mind thing. It jus bounces an bangs till I got me u head ache. Lil poem say to me, "let me out! Let me out." all crazy n frantik untill I do.

Re: Yes'm jermandubber August 22 2005, 22:39:25 UTC

fran TIC TIC TIC TIC TIC TIC TOCK!!!!

one_flew_east August 20 2005, 19:21:04 UTC

Jesus Christ man! I don't know if I can love a boy who writes poems. Poetry is only good if its author was either mad, or very much alone. And in either case, usually quite dead.

Shut up. evansatwood August 20 2005, 20:32:45 UTC

Can't handle my infinite nature? How about I fufill your criteria by hating you, leaving you and killing my self. Would You like me poems then? Could you love me then? You bitch.

Nobody said to play nice. one_flew_east August 21 2005, 02:34:27 UTC

That's my man! I'm glad you decided to put your dick on before hitting the keys again.

My goodness, this made me love you.
Now, be mean to me?

A pen covered in blood. mental_mindfuck August 24 2005, 06:41:40 UTC

I love you guys.

I should like to thank our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, as well as his old man. They had the wonderful idea of putting MaryBeth Imig and Evans Joseph Atwood upon the pleantiful earth simple for the sole purpose of amusing me.

And as such, I shall write an amusing poem to pay tribute to my entertainment ("friends").

Mary and Evans
by Kale Blankenship

What will you do with the hours of the day?
What will you learn and what games will you Play?
Will time pass you by or will time be the thing that is passed?
When the day comes to end will you say, "Not yet." or, "At last."?

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opalworm September 16 2005, 08:15:23 UTC

You should probably never write poetry, again.
Also, 'antisipation' is spelled 'anticipation.'

You're going to college? I guess it's good that you're going to an art college, instead of an academic one. The fact that you managed to graduate high-school with your purported superior intellect doesn't really show itself in the small amount that you've even written on your LJ.

Call me, baby. We can talk.