Shine: the weather's fine

Let's all be comfortable in our yards. Get a tan under the sun, but when it gets too hot, pop up the deck umbrella, we'll sit in the shade and read magazines. Drop crumbs from our coffee cake and nurse a cup of "joe". Wipe our lips and lean back in purest bliss.
Let's all think back. How long did it take? Did you go through college? What was your degree? Did you do well? 4.0 average? At least close? Ha.
What was your first job? Did you work hard at it? I bet you did, you're sitting in that garden now, surveying your domain with pride. Pride well earned, friend, pride well earned. Moved up the corporate ladder fast I'll bet! Took off like a streak, took oppurtunities, took the time, took what you saw in front of you.
And now, after how many hard years?, you sit and relax! Don't stop! you've earned it. Time well earned, friend, time well earned.
You've spent 30+ years of your life clawing at monetary and materialistic gain and you've used it all to furnish and decorate and perfect your little kingdom so you can worry no more.
Until someone from outside comes knocking. As long as they don't tread mud on your floor, they're fine. But if so much of a speck of their dirt gets about they had better watch it: you'll release the hounds so fast they won't know what hit them. No lower class belong in your kingdom. The damned lazy bastards. Trying to live off of your hard-earned joy, your hard-earned pride. Have they no shame? Don't they have any drive to succeed? Any-
No, no, forget it. They are out there and of their own doing: sit back in your palace and relax. There you go:
Ahh, forget all those lonely people.

Deviously Annoying

Well, I finally have gotten a DeviantART account.
Yep...
I could blab on about how I feel now or what I think about DeviantART so far or something, but I care too much about your poor neurons. There's already Emo on the radio to deal with, you don't need some college kid who just likes taking pictures of stuff writing tomes about his inner feelings or insecurities. If you want that, search through blogger or LiveJournal for a bit; I'm sure something will come up satisfying enough for ya.
I'm supposed to be in bed. "Ah but," you say, "you ARE in bed, Mssr!" (you say Mssr. because you are inevitably French. Or you are trying to sound extra cultured. Kudos). Anyway you say I am already in bed and, shock and suprise!, I am. But I was referring to that state of being that when one is in, one says one is "in bed". I was not being literal, silly you!
You take me too seriously!
...
I have every right to be entirely ridiculous like this: it's 5AM and I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Break! I need a break! Give me a break!
*hums the KitKat theme song*

40,000 feet

Once again, my meal arrives first and suffers only in that its cookies are aimed at the more health oriented. Touting "6 Granen-Cereals" and "Al het goede van de volle graankorrel."
So the cookies are from Germany and the pizza; a 4 inch monster consisting of mainly crust with a light touch of sauce; centered and encased in cheese; hails directly from the pizza capitol of the wor- well, at least the USA; Chicago.
But she's lying, it's her "seat-side" manner; I know: pizza like this would be afraid to show it's thick and warmthless face anywhere near the great barons of pizzery in Chicago.
At least they aren't out of Coke yet.
Hit me, I almost fell asleep back there watching the icebergs float by as some pop pianist played Träumerei by Schumann.
I would have been watching "A Day on the Planet" or "In Good Company" but it seems only the Japanese get that honor.
And the most interesting pick would definately have to have been "What the Bleep Do We Know?"
But according to the guiding inflight entertainment magazine, no one gets to watch that. They just like taunting us more intellectual and artistic types with brilliant sounding films before going, "Ha ha! Just Kidding! Instead of a 'part documentary, part story, part elaborate series of special effects...film that blurs the lines between traditional film genres...' here's 'Racing Stripes'! And 'The Notebook'! Woo!...Nah we're just kidding again: here's 'About a Boy', you'll love that."
Don't make me have to open this lost-lunch bag and ruin this post.
Yes, I don't have paper readily available, so I improvise.
Although Miss "Real Chicago Pizza!" probably would have gotten me some had I asked nicely. Oh well.
Dammit, my ice is melting.

(see the original writing)

For Sale:

18; male; in the 5 foot range, nearer to 6 than not; nice healthy brown hair but unkempt, long and with a beard; brown eyes; not perfect physical condition, has had some wear and tear, has a small gut, not much arm strength; wears bracelets, a wooden cross necklace, sometimes draws on hand, is going to have a tatoo of a cross on left thumb; can play guitar decently, not as much into actual writing of music but is improving in that; writes poetry, rumblings, thoughts, things; has read many books both classical and modern, is reading many books currently, and has a long list of books still planning to be read, reads quickly but in short bursts (like sprinting), loves to read aloud for people; listens to tons of music, prefers things with some sort of musical quality but if it is exiting and/or entertaining then will probably like it, often sings along to get the full force of the feeling; enjoys talking about nearly everything but will not gossip, discusses things until is not confused by it anymore, loves to help people understand things that he believes he understands, tries to please people within limits, prefers people laughing and happy to grave and serious but can handle it, will be open and social with people he has known for a while but can't be like that with strangers so is instead friendly and curteous, fears insulting people; requires some form of physical comfort but doesn't like to be phsyical with people he does feel something for due to correlations between physicality and love in his mind; believes love is the most important thing, the main focus that all should have; has studied basic comparative religions including Buddhism, Judaism, and Muslim, the Roman Empire and why it fell, has made some conclusions about the transition between the last great empire in the West and current Europe, knows a bit of American history, but none of the previous with enough knowledge to have watertight arguments; focuses on the beauty of things and aesthetics; enjoys nature (long walks on the beach and strolls through the woods); above all requires decent social interaction not only for enjoyment but because talking helps to formulate ideas into language; stays up late and sleeps in 'til noon; for further information contact Aaron Altman at fateduel[at]hotmail.com

There you go, you fucking world, what am I worth to you?
Oh really? That much?
Well guess what. You're too fucking late, I've already been boughten.
You can't have me. I don't fucking care if you want me or not.
So you need to back the fuck off from me because:
I belong to God: to Love
So, so much for your "tempting" calls of money and material riches, I'm not interested. You can shove whatever shit you want in my face but I'm not going to pay attention anymore.
So really, for your own sake, try to forget me.

PS: people who live in this world: don't worry; I wasn't talking to you. I was using a literary technique called personification. Fancy, no?