Drowning never looked so fun.

I say it in the happiest tone possible because, despite all odds, I keep my head dry. Relatively speaking. There was splashing from external sources. To stop riffing about something you know nothing about, there was about twenty empty water containers, a shit load of rope and a river. Needless to say, things got interesting. And a little soggy.

So I’ve been gone for the last few days down in Harvey, at the Mornington Adventure Camp. Even the name spawned some intersting puns, because of its acronym. I’ll let you guys pull the one liners while I say in relief at not having to hear any of them. And somehow, I have a new poem in the pipeline. I say pipeline because I wrote in the space of five minutes, and was on the verge of tearing the piece of paper to shreds. If I can hone on it a little more, I’ll get to it. But odds aren’t high, because…well, it had an eerie green glow about it, if you catch my drift.

Not pleasant.

It doesn’t help the vibe in the room when Snow White and the Seven Dwarves is playing in the side of my head. Not for the first time either, which is the main reason for my irritability. But let’s not go there, my headache is just starting to compound. The early morning shift tomorrow is not helping my anticipation for the next twenty four hours in the slightest.

Sense the fun in my life. And with only seventeen days left in the country, things are picking up in pace dramatically. I’m hoping I can get around and say goodbye to everyone before I disappear. And I have friends to farewell, work to resign, a demo tape to record, things to sell, pack and get rid off, and a new computer to commandeer.

And by commandeer, I mean unload the C4 from it. It’s been all across the Middle East, so I’m half expecting a keg of the stuff to blow up in my face when I blue screen the computer. Windows has doomed me again.

So, while I try and focus on nothing in particular I leave Tumblr to its merry ways. Enjoy.

Peace out, y’all.

Oh, and while I have Evie's attention~

Could I possibly have a drawing such as the ones that you have given Devin and Nat? I wanted something a little more arty than my current profile picture and GIMP only does so much. Consider this a request. ^_^

I need confirmation if anyone can come for karaoke on Tuesday.

cat-go-boom:

Please reblog or email me, asap. This is a big get together before Nat and Liam leave at the end of this month :C

Shouldn’t be toooooo much of a problem. I’ll juggle my recording session around and tell work to put something painful where the sun won’t shine and I should be good. ^_^

saturdaytragic:

amnesiac1331:

Axis of Awesome: 4 chords.

You need watch this now. Really, it’s fantastic.

How incredible was this?

This, ladies and gentlemen, is constructed purely of win. You must watch this now to continue to live.

BRICK. HOOOOWWWWSSSEEE.
Love Scrubs so much.

I have a DA account, y'all.

Soon to have all my poems, short stories and fanfics. I’m under the name RBZilla, cause they wouldn’t let be use RBZ, RefreshingBeverageZilla or RBZ!!. Figures.

Add meh. ^_^

I'm inclined to think from time to time.

((For all those concerning Spacial Aurora, I would appreciate reading the entire post. I know I don’t deserve it after last night’s display, but I implore to perhaps listen one more time.))

Yeah, I know. It’s rare but it happens. You know those moments where you lay in your bed and reflect about all the stuff that’s happened. In saying this, most of my rants are the complete opposite of cognative thought, where impulse and ranting has led the way to…regrettable things said. Mostly by me. Okay, all by me, at some points. I’m not accepting all of the blame, but in this particular occassion, I have been the worst party.

There are always things that should not be posted - you may have a clutter of dead posts yourself that haven’t been posted and never will be. The Spacial Aurora post is one of them. And I would sincerely like to extend my apologies to the entire Spacial Aurora forum for my actions and posts last night. They were done out of anger, and, at the end of the day, should never have happened.

I could waste time explaining why, but not one of you would pay me a bit of attention after the last post I put up. That isn’t meant to be an attacking statement - I wholeheartedly deserve your anger and ignorance. In this manner, I wrote a poem last night in my state of “holy-fuck-what-have-I done”. It isn’t much, and is a first draft, but hopefully it’ll suffice in what I’m trying to say.

This poem is dedicated to the whole Spacial aurora board, and in particular members, James, Kate, Amy, Jamie, Chris, Mitch and anyone else associated with the board, with my sincerest apologies and my hand of peace along with it.

The Pen

Pen and grip go hand in hand
Like the flow of time and sand
Across the pages it will fly
Possessed by my tortures, the questions why.

Through my will I rage to show
unwillingly, furiously, my pen will go
scratching its hatred upon the page
and letting turmoil free from its cage.

The souls I harmed along the way
are in the past, or so they say.
I never cared much for those distant times
where childhood bemused my incessant whines.

But the mastery of pen assured
my mind to venture where no man would,
to capture purity within a script
no matter the souls I’ve soiled and ripped.

So when the pen shall finally fall;
when grip falters, lets it roll down the hall
to the lowest place a man can go:
the hearth of hell that burns the pen so.

I must bend to take it back
and in the glass, I see the cracks
in my face and body, the heartless shell
sinking further into this wretched hell.

The soul that lurks beneath the skin
takes no pride in the pen’s deadly sin.
For it knows the lives the pen unfurled
when mortal sins flowed from man to world.

The blackness deep, the soul repents
though unwitting of the circumstance:
the eyes that brand in all their wrath,
the voices deep within the hearth:

The man that bends, and bend he will
to the bastard pen or fated quill
shall see what becomes of the man who heeds
no outcome of his accursed deeds.

I shatter at once and thus revealed
the soul that never truly healed
and all at once the sins return -
the past that I had never learned.

The tragic loss, immoral gain
had sent me back to start again.
And thus, at last, I start afresh
no matter the burns that scar my flesh.

I wish to offer, again, my sincerest apologies for my lack of discretion, and hope that perhaps we can put this regrettable incident behind us and start afresh. I know I don’t deserve it, nor would I be worth incluson in your phenominal group. James, Kate, Amy, Jamie, Chris, Mitch - I apologise to all of you, and if I could I would apologise to each of you personally. But life is not that kind, so I’ll content myself to putting this behind me and hoping I haven’t destroyed the opinion of some of the best people of Tumblr.

Peace out. And thank you for reading, even though you probably didn’t want to.

And for all those on board with that Spacial Aurora thing...

Please don’t start. Cause I know that you are all bitching about me on your forum and feeling big about yourselves behind my back at my expense. What I have to do with James have nothing to do with you. Nor does any interaction I have with Kate. All I ask is a modicum of respect from everyone. It’s not a huge ask, but it seems to be all toorare to see some half-decent treatment on Tumblr nowadays. I’m a culprit too, and I can openly admit it.

You’re not big or special by bitching at me…or more to the point, bitching behind me while I’m not listening like a couple of Year 8s. It seems what you think about me and what the truth is seem to be of two different spectra right now. Do not make assumptions of my mood as if you’re my bum buddy. Do not bitch at me on such an assumption because, more often than not, they’re more off aim than a blind archer. Fine, Jame’s inability to give some appreciation put me a little hot under the collar. And perhaps the comment was a little unsuitable. But you know what? At least I come out and say it.

So, you want MY final word on the matter? Here it is. I had some friends once upon a time, most of them within this Spacial Aurora group. Only one remains so in my eyes, namingly Mitch. He has had the decency to treat me like a human being, and show some civility in their actions. I can call him a friend. The rest of you are nothing but whining windbags that have nothing better to do with their day than find the next way to hate me, make up things about me that DIDN’T HAPPEN, and frantically searching for the next thing I say so they can hit me with it like a blunt instrument. And I may be egotistic when I say I’m the only target. No. You have targeted all the close people in your lives with gossip and bitching. Seriously, have you sunk so low?

To cut a long story short, STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS, and everyone else’s for that matter. Until you can conduct yourself in a way that I can at least look you in the eye with some level footing (not being outnumbered six to one) then I don’t want anything to do with you. I’d rather you not talk about me at all. If we can all coexist with a sense of respect, I can live with that. I’m not vouching for friendship here. All I ask is to treat everyone equally (as Kate has put it). I have been the bigger person this entire conflict, whether you need to see it or not is not a primary concern of mine. You have been constantly been putting me down, ganging up on me and treating me like dirt, along with the closest people in your lives. EVERYONE on Tumblr has seen it. You have turned into the thing you have hated for so long - a shallow, gossip click, and quite frankly, I’ve had it with the lot of you.

I have accounted for my actions. All of them. Have you?

Oh, and James?

jamisonboy:

refreshingbeveragezilla:

You’re fucking welcome, man. >_>

Um….wuh?

 *sigh* Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna take the pissy girlfriend approach and let you work out what you’ve done to tick me off.