HarryPumpkinsnatcher

=The Thoughts of a Psychologically Disturbed Man=

Life is a twisted riddle full of deceit and trickery. It hides the truth behind the illusions considered by many to be the truth. The greatest of these illusions is vision. It shows to the observer the lies weaved and drawn across the eyes of most humans. Except for the special few. The ones whose vision can penetrate these all encompassing lies and see the truth hidden within. I am one of these few individuals. I am able to see what is not there; to here what makes no noise. In fact I can currently hear the voices which speak of the truth and see the beings that own them. They are glorious indeed but they are not for ordinary humans. I once asked one of them to revel in their words bask in their presence for they are almighty and all knowing. But alas, they cannot understand, and ordinary men are given to fear what they cannot understand. That is what prompted them to bring me hither, where the windows have bars and I'm forced to wear I binding suit that restricts my movement. Day and night I wail and speak of the words I alone hear, throwing my body against the walls that contained me. However I am never able to rouse their attention. Those poor fools! They are quite clearly mentally incompetent for they can't comprehend the simple truth. And so I sit. Trapped by the rats that claim I'm insane! How mistaken they are! What is insane about the truth? Savages! They can't handle the truth! But the voices, they reassure me. They remind me of the truth and that all else is false. Yes, yes, I'm not insane. They are! They can't understand. They just can't understand...

==**The Severed Head**

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 * The crowds chanted as I was led to the guillotine. I smiled out to them and raised my hand in a gesture of gratitude directed at their excitement over seeing me. "Keep moving," growled the guard. After finally culminating the long series of steps that led to the guillotine, I looked out upon my crowd of roaring fans. Wow, I thought, they must really love me! Then I looked over to the strange wooden mechanism just in time to witness a man's head get chopped off. "Oh," I said, "So that's what that does." the guards seized the lifeless body and through it into a rather large pile of earlier victims. The basket containing the poor man's head was emptied into the crowd where one of the "Citizens", as they called themselves, held the head high to the pleasure of the crowd. It was my turn now and I was quite literally shaking from fear. I laid down on the flat wooden board and closed my eyes as the blade fell. Suddenly, I felt a cold object press against the back of my neck and before I knew it I found myself resting in a comfortable wicker basket. Only something was different. But what was it? Ah yes my head was no longer burdened by that cumbersome body. Is this what it feels like to have your head chopped off? Why it is quite delightful! Unfortunately, I then noticed the profuse amount of blood that was filling my basket. Its disgusting, sickly scent thoroughly saturated my nostrils until it was all I could smell. On the bright side, I didn't not suffer from this for long because the blood presently concealed my nostrils thus cutting off my last access to oxygen. Shortly after, I asphyxiated and did not have to put up with that foul odor anymore. Happy endings do exist!**

**The Crow That Showed Me Death**

 * A stone I was tumbling in the sea**
 * Allowing the waves to influence me**
 * Alone I was happy and aloof as can be**


 * But then a crow, it came so suddenly from above**
 * Unwary, I knew not what to be afraid of**
 * 'Twas a trap for me that foreseen I had not**
 * No fighting or resisting I was gone like a thought**
 * I was carried high away from my home**
 * To a wretched place I was thus flown**


 * Horrors and trials of temper I suffered**
 * 'Till I was abandoned depressed and flustered**
 * I was dropped back into the ocean where I sank encumbered**
 * With the grief the crow had in me mustered**


 * Alas! this was no happy place**
 * Despair was what I met and it stared me in the face**
 * Stomping and squashing the joy from me**
 * Leaving me once more at the bottom of the sea**


 * My Stand Against Facebook**

Click. I sat before the computer screen contemplating whether I should delete my Facebook account or not. Resolving to do so, I clicked "deactivate profile." Suddenly Mark Zuckerberg materialized a few yards away from me. He spoke unto me thus, "Mortal fool! You cannot delete your Facebook account! Do not try again or else..." "No," I retorted, "I shall no longer be your slave!" With that I pressed the button once more. Now Mark turned completely red. "Imprudent child! You will feel the wrath of Facebook!" He began to charge towards me but as he drew near I clicked the button again. He stopped dead in his tracks as though he had been frozen solid. He then collapsed on his knees and cried with agony, "Impossible! I am immortal!" Ironically, he fell on the ground defeated. "He is not a god!" I proclaimed. Cheers erupted across the face of the Earth as people deleted their Facebook accounts. The chains were broken. Children began frolicking in the streets. It was a new era; an era of peace and rebirth. For once in our lives we learned what freedom truly was.

I am excited about being able to free write when ever I feel like it. I think having this Wiki will drastically improve my writing because I'll be able to write whatever I want without fear of judgement. I just wish there was a spell check. It will also improve my reading comprehension because I will be exposed to different writing techniques and learn to interpret them.

Look at this hilarious quote I just found:

// When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car. // (maybe __ [|Will Rogers] __)

Click on the link to find other funny quotes.

Unfortunately, this picture is hard to see when I use it as my ID picture. However I still want to share with the world so here it is:



From now until the end of school I will try to post a random "word of the week" every week. To find the definition of the word click on the link. **Word of the Week**


 * 1) [|Lollapalooza]
 * 2) [|Palpebral]

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= I love this commercial! Its advertising technique is called "testimonial." http://www.foothilltech.org/rgeib/english/media_literacy/advertising_techniques.htm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chHxNAJ8B1U

10/5/11 =Steve Jobs=



1955 - 2011
On the afternoon of October 5, 2011 former CEO of Apple, Steve Jobs, passed away. Although, for most people this wasn't a surprise. His health has been declining for years, and he knew he was short on time. That is what inspired him to put any fears of embarrassment or failure away and pursue his dream. By doing so he became a key man in creating many of Apple's most advanced pieces of technology. Steve Jobs has changed the world and was truly a genius, but now he leaves behind a legacy. Now we are left to ask "who will replace him?"

=Impulsive Poems= The following poems were written on impulse, so they may be a little strange.

The Stubborn Tooth
Around my tooth the string was tied I felt so nervous, I could've cried He stepped on the gas, and the string went taut Against the car, my tooth fought

The tires screeched and spun in place While I stood there with tears on my face My gums were strained, but kept their grip Suddenly, the string started to rip

My tooth was loose, but the string was weak The outcome of this was looking bleak Finally, the tooth was ripped out of my mouth And the truck drove off with my tooth to the south

This is why I don't like [|peanut butter and jelly sandwiches]. They are formed by criminals.

'Twas a peaceful day, upon the third of July I believe it was, when a man came so rudely a'knocking on my door. A flourishing light spilled across my floor when I answered the knock and said, "Hello." The man continued to gaze into my eyes for several minutes as though he were looking for something hidden in my soul. This prompted me to petulantly say,"Well!" He returned to his house across the street without a word, so I closed the door behind me and went on with my day. Dew had appeared on the grass and the hens began their clucking as the fourth day of July began. The sun was just peeking above the mountain tops when I heard a knock at my door. I answered it and found the same surly person who had visited me the day before. I was about to close the door without a word when he said, "May a caress the rock in your yard." "Well! You shall do no such thing!" I closed the door behind me and looked out the window to watch him leave, but he didn't. I watched him stare blankly at my door for several hours when he finally marched away. I wore a grin of satisfaction as he left my house until suddenly he made a slight change of direction. It wasn't long before I realized what he was walking towards, my rock. He crudely touch my rock and at that moment I realized what I must do...

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