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yo yo yo go go go there there there
know why?
because the coolest of the coolest stop animations videos i there
trust me
its wise (hah)

any one else think this picture is brilliant?

Damn it, I introduced Zoola improperly... with any luck you will have missed that. And thank you Shark for so graciously changing the blog's name. Bravo.


The snow is going away! Can you believe that it has been here for nearly a month?? That is nearly a month since I have played soccer folks, and let me tell you I'm not too happy about it.


A couple of weeks ago I wrote my supposed favourite albums of 2008, without realizing that probably half of them were made in 2007...woops. Here's to living in the past! I guess I didn't think that out too well. Speaking of 2008, that felt like the longest year of my life. I feel ancient just from having survived that year.


Right now I am listening to Bon Iver's "For Emma, Forever Ago" which might actually be one of my favourite albums of 2008, even if I didn't hear of it until about two weeks ago (hehe) I also really like the Fleet Foxes debut. Good stuff

I decided to write something other than a poem. Something with no meaning really. Well, I guess everything has meaning but we just don't know it... If that makes any sense. Anyways I'm at school right now and I was in this school play about ten minutes ago and I played the small character Aunt Em. It's the Wizard of Oz but this really lame version, so I left right after I was done. I'm really bored right now and I have a mountain of homework to do. But I just don't feel like doing it.

Don't know what else to say sooooo
Fare well

When it's Grey

I’m glowing for one thing
Then I’m snuffed for an other
Keep casually rebuking
The true fears that bother;
I sing for a new day
But afraid of the future,
I can’t stand the present
But I just want to stay.
It’s easier then facing other days.

I’m high on ideas
But I cry when I find them.
My thoughts are not free
For consequences do bind when
I ponder a new day,
Something that could happen,
But it never was planned
So I just want to stay.
It’s easier then facing other days

I’ll hide in my papers
Till the feelings are gone.
I’ll blare all the music,
I’ll say that I’m to sick.
Won’t listen no more
To a voice that is wrong.
I’ll blare all the music.
It’s true that the problem is mine,
But still I pretend that it will go…
By Zoola

I thought I came in peace, but we silently fought

I’m outside but the music is still loud.
They’re all in black; their neon heads
Light up the night.
I’m not distracted by bright coloured hair
For I see who I know there
In the shadows,
Up against a brick wall.

The only fire we see is the bud of a fag.
THE only fire seen!
Chattering nonchalantly, not at all keen
Casually lift a dark hand; swiftly take a drag.

I don’t join the shadows
Only lucid in the light
But I’m still close enough to be in your sight
I don’t move a muscle while I focus on her
But from both of our peripheral vision…

I am morbid
You don’t talk to me
Relatively stupid,
Still not trust worthy?

The music’s bad so I huddle outside
I talk with a friend
NOT about broken pride
That’s been my theme lately
My hit and my miss
What is this?
Do I invade you viciously,
The same way you creep up on me?

By Zoola

Think of something new

I want to think about you;
The dream is fierce and warm.
But every time I see you there
In the misty storm
It makes me sad
So when you reach out
I run away to think of something new.

My favorite box is when we met
But I keep it closed, locked tight.
If that box slips open
I cannot block or fight.
The memory’s too bright;
The storm will seep right through
If I think of you.

I think of something new
A friend or someone more.
This makes me blue, it always hurts
Yet after wards, I’m never sore
Like when I thought of you
The days I held before.
By Zoola

Ode to the Sea

A rosy view
Of all I knew
A golden space
(For once erased)
The moving hills
The thick whipped cream
That foam from you
You’re sweet and green
Gold sinks down
You sparkle fresh
The gleam’s now gone
But there’s no stress
You’re filled with ease
A strange serene
Enigmatic word
Still comforting
Cool salt smell
Familiar too
I am full
When I’m by you.
By Zoola