Sometimes I think about stuff and shit,
and some of the shit I think is like totally smart.
And then, I'm like "Fuck! I'm SO the man"....
and you know fucking what?
People don't give me my props because not only am I deep as shit...I'm fly.
Fly Skimmy.
Dinosaurs of sorrow:
Yucatan peninsula - why?
Why such a big-assed asteroid?
Why not a chicken-sized asteroid?
I would love it if I were a part evolved dinosaur with a mother-fucking dimetrodon fin on my back.
http://www.havasu.k12.az.us/starline/akeller/Dimetrodon.gif
That would rock.
But instead,
The fossils weep minerally tears of weepy weepiness.
Written by Jenny:
"Yes, fly, Skimmy, fly --
To a faraway magical land
Where little innocent cutie cows
Do not end their days
Accompanied by special sauce
Lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions
On a sesame seed bun.
Fly away, Skimmy
To a faraway magical land
Where people are so goddamned dumb
That they've no choice but to bend
To your will, and will happily while
Away the days, carving surfboards
And puzzling over just what the hell
All those tattoos really mean
(Even though, like I said
They're so goddamned dumb
That such enlightenment is beyond them.)
Then grab all those surfboards
And fly out of there, before you become
Discouraged by ignorance, though it may be bliss
Sell the surfboards to finance your rise to stardom
And/or sleep your way to the top, if you've no other recourse.
Then, and only then, I fear
Will you get the props you so rightfully deserve
At which point, you may retire
And devote your life to your true calling –
Thinking about stuff and shit.
And um...flying."
More from Jenny:
"My dark Vampyre (note the Y) love,
because you are the very air that I breathe
your ambiguity suffocates me.
I am as a flower in the depths of winter --
instead of beauty to direct its light to
the heart hardens like the frozen world
your indifference has banished me to.
(Except, being all goth, and whatnot, I hate flowers and sunshine)
I shun the sun – yet I worship you,
so your dismissal burns me to the very depths of my soul,
like the hateful rays that scorch my deathly pale skin
when I fail to wear sunglasses, sunscreen,
or properly cloak myself in the color of the night.
I beg of you – please...
Turn away from the pages of colorfully dressed whores
with spikety hair, and see me.
You are dark masculinity defined --
enigmatic irresistibility in a Home Depot apron
So tell me how it is possible
That I would lose you to seductive marketing?
I throw myself at your feet --
With my last breath I curse
the Abercrombie and Fitch catalogs
and laugh at fate's cruel discourse.
Love was not my intent.
All those who would follow in my footsteps
hear me and be warned --
my desire for a new kitchen faucet
was my undoing
ODE TO STARBUCKS
drip, drip, drip
...
....
.....
YOU NAZI FASCIST BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!
More from Jenny - My personal fave:
The question demands
An answer, yet who can explain
Why the Forces of Evil
Are banished to MSN chatrooms?
Here a goth, there a goth
Everywhere a goth, goth
When acceptance depends
Upon the entrance you make
Man, you better think of something good
It better have something to do with blood
Or suicide
Or bloody, bloody suicide.
It also does not hurt to mention
That time you sacrificed your grandma's cat, Fluffy
To the Dark Prince of Hell
Do not smile
For the love of all things Unholy...
Do not smile.
Don't you DARE use those little smiley icons
NEVER "LOL"
You are an outcast, a loner, a rebel soul
Shunned by society
You must channel your frustration
With your mom, for not making you a grilled cheese
With your tomato soup
Into a bloodthirsty satanic vow of vengeance
Upon all those who serve the Light
You must wear black
No, you must BECOME black
Black clothes, black shoes
Black hair, black eyeliner
Lots and lots of black eyeliner
And denounce the previously hailed Ozzy
As a fraud, 'cause a true servant
Of Satan would never show his face on MTV
Except for Marilyn Manson
Remember these things,
And you will be accepted – nay, embraced
By the online communities of the debil
Until such time you are unleashed
And permitted to reign forevermore
Mine:
I crouch all low, like a stingray
I sling rays
Of hope
To the kids in the projects
With conjunctivitis
They try to hide us
In a dope ass shoebox
Mostly filled wit crack rocks
And they seal it shut
With their big bucks
But you know what?
You can sick my duck!
While you got your blingage
I've got my stingage!
Like I said earlier
In the beginning..you know
Like, when I started talking...just now...it was like the third...no..FIFTH! Fifth word I said. Stingray! I'm like a stingray. I mean, it could be the fifth and sixth words, but technically I think it's a "compound" word..so..
Anyhow
I've got my stingage!
Not a straight edge
I've got to give Ian MacKaye mad props
But this mutherfucker likes 'a get all fucked up with cough drops!
Shit fool!
Give me a bottle of Robo and I'll just take one sip
Next thing you know I be having a conniption fit!
I start busting CAPS dog!
Bottle caps! By Willy Wonka!
Straight in my mouth!
Like I'm some kind of crazy ass mouse!
Shiiit
I wish I hadn't a had to kill that mouse
But he bit me hard
And it scarred
My 4 year old ass was living without strife
And that mouse had to fuck up my life
Now
I got to crouch low like a stingray
Yeeeeah
Y'all been shitbombed
Pretentious style
Word
Edited by: Ghost of Skimmy at: 1/20/03 8:28:07 pm
Some more Goth Poetry by Jenny:
I have arrived!
The place --
Nightfyres of SilkyMist
Why not Nyghtfyres?
AngelWhisperSpellmaker pouts @ Bloodwrrior
Pouting?
Surely you jest, madame
"Whisper" out a spell and....ABRACADABRA
That'll learn him.
I cannot stay – if this be a place where Angels are permitted
It's not "Evyl" enough for me.
The next place
Deathstalker Castle
Standing mighty and proud
Magnificent and forever
Mmhmm. This'll do
I must make an entrance
But who is worthy of such an entrance as I would make?
I bow to no one but the Dark Lord himself!
CrustedBloodRose lays on the lake
CRUSTED BLOOD ROSE?!
Hahahahahaha
Oops, I have been warned.
Methinks they do not know who they trifle with
How is it, I wonder, that these women
Are always putting themselves in situations
That require rescue?
I am not convinced
That Moonsilencer and DeathDarkHeart
Or any of the other ambiguously male screennames
Are going to save her.
Heeeeyyy!!! What's this?
A creature?
Aye.
(You blend right in when you say 'Aye')
It yawns and paces a bit and extends its black wings out
How did I know they would be black?
No one knows how I knew
Or if they did, they will not say
Ah, well – I suppose that's for the best
The creature is thirsty, it informs us.
Also that "It" is a "She"
She raises her noble head and looks at some guy
Whose name is a mystery as it's comprised of a bunch of symbols
Her ice blue eyes show she is human within...
WTF?!
Somebody get this thing some water!
Symbol guy nods some as he closes his eyes
and starts to mumble arcane words
the gem atop his staff pulsing and then stopping
as he holds in his one hand a bowl of iced water
Wowee wow wow!
The creature purrs deeply as she looks at the bowl of water in his hands
she begins to drink from it before he has a chance to place it on the floor
It appears the creature is feeling somewhat frisky
We should probably sacrifice it before someone gets hurt.
You have been kicked out of the chat room by Host Ð?????•Ð??t??t?l???.
DAMMIT!
wow, thats some good stuff, post more!
Yes. Observe the dark side, but be not of it.
Stingray and Dinosaurs of Sorrow - beautiful.
more "art":
The beach. Unparalleled tranquility.
Nobody awake but me before 6:00 a.m.
Guess that means it's mine.
Good. I hate sharing.
While staring across the vast expanse of not really blue water
I feel an inexplicable spiritual affinity --
not unlike Moses must have felt on that mountain or whatever.
As I smoosh a little crab thing (trying to get me) to death
with some kid's forgotten Barbie shovel
I make a silent vow to the gods to visit a similar fate
upon those who would intrude upon my peace.
After returning home, I am sad.
I try to recreate my spiritual haven on the sidewalk
But the blue Lego block bucket full of water isn't the same.
People keep asking me what I'm doing, like it's not obvious.
Fools. They don't "get" it.
If this sidewalk were mine, I would fulfill my vow
with the (not really stolen as it was on my beach) shovel
The presence of others, however, suggests that it is not.
I secure the area as best I can with a Lego block fence and hateful looks,
and fondly revisit the anxious moments I spent in the water
wondering what it would be like to have half my leg bitten off by a shark.
Actually, not really half, more like a big chunk, with teeth marks and everything -
maybe a tooth still stuck in there that I could turn into a necklace...
Could they fill the hole in my leg in with something?
What - plastic?
I do not know. All I know for certain,
as I release the seagulls from the trunk of my car
is this: I am no longer at peace.
Sonnet (edited/abridged)
No fireworks, flowers -- no butterflies,
no sunshine and rainbows find us --
far more sublime than all of those things:
The unspeakable hate that binds us.
Sonnet is awesome Jenny.
So is The Beach.
the beach=my favorite.