The Trance

Current mood: Why, thanks for asking! I'm fine.
Current Music: Shut up and let me go!
Location: The location of where the location is located.

Why didn't i discover this song sooner?
"I ain't freakin'
I ain't fakin' this
I ain't freakin'
I ain't fakin' this
Shut up and let me go, HEY!"
Woo, such an energetic song.

So anywayyyy.
Why do the male species must have
hormonal attracting scent, hidden in their sweat
so that the female species fall for them?
Cause you know what,
The penis wielders will always break the ovary owner's heart.
Yup, just crush it down, smash! bam! And then grind it
into fine powder. And as if that's not enough
They will throw you're broken-crushed- smash- bam- grind-
into- fine- powder heart in the ocean
And pollute it with toxic waste.
Ladies, I think it's about time we have a little fun.
Get even.
Later kiddies

Your friend, LadyRIOT

POP POP

Music:Paper airplanes M.I.A
Location: In the basement, sharpening my knifes...

Men suck. How cliche, but it's true darlings.
You see, that's why I am sharpening my knifes.
Stupid penis wielders.
I'm just joking, don't worry.
Well I derno, I just felt like pointing that out.






My room smells like cigarettes.
Who would even me just so cruel to fill a young girl's room with
the smoke of nicotine?
Okay fine, the owner of that nicotine filled smoke has already drained down his or hers life
By just smokin' away.
But unlike me, I am still youthful.
So you uncool smokers take your diseased cigarette somewhere else
because it is unwelcome on my property.
There isn't much to write tonight, and so was the other night.
I suddenly have this urge to watch Pineapple Express.
Later Kiddies.

Your friend, LadyRIOT

Cuts and Scrapes.

That wound you created on me,
It's still raw and sore.
So why don't you pour salt all over it?
Or maybe a bottle of alcohol? No, make it two.
Because you know what?
Sooner or later, it'll just turn numb.
And I won't feel anything for you.

A Place Where the Rules of Physics are Defied.

How's life? Mine sucks.
You know there's always a point in life where nothing goes right,
and everything is just crumbling down.
You know, you get those days where you need to
Scream into a pillow
Punch an innocent plushie
Kick defenceless can, or
Blast your music till you can't even hear your self think.
I for one, am tired of trying to do anything about it.
Actually I prefer to be a sloth and do nothing.
Like those days where you just want to stay asleep, forever.
I sometimes get excited to go to sleep. (Shut up, I'm not weird.)
I mean who knows what kind of dream I'll have?!
Maybe I'll dream about my favourite person and we'd be having the perfect-
happy-nothing-can-go-wrong-day dream.
Dreaming is the only way out of reality. (besides death... and comas. Comas are like fancy version of dreaming.)
Dreaming is my ticket away from reality. What's yours?
Later Kiddies

Your friend, LadyRIOT

La La Land.

That is so cute right?
This definitely portraits a situation of stereotype.
This painting illustrates to stop the stereotypes and
to not judge, treat people equally.
Too bad our world this day are too immature to grasp the concept.
But then again, human beings are selfish in second nature.
Sometimes, even animals are more civilized then us.
One of many judged portraits are mental illnesses.
Mental retardation is a hard line to draw between a stable mind, and a unstable mind.
Would a man be considered mentally ill if he were to tell a false story, and got carried away?
Mental abnormality can be just a simple glitch of confusion between the reality man accepts
and the thoughts man thinks.
So again, would a man be considered mental if he were to simply blurt out a random thought?
It is cases where humans get to carried away with reality and imagination where mental retardation is considered an illness.
Example. It is to an extent where the person brings harm against him self, and society.
But then again, humans this modern day bring mental retardation to a negative side.
While they don't know this, many of the great scientists whom discovered
the great laws of physics or anatomy of an animal had mental illness called asperger sydrome.
Asperger sydrome is when one's mind focuses on mainly one thing, and cannot learn about anything else.
Some scientists (although this is a theory.) who were diagnosed with asperger sydrome
were Issac Newton, Thomas Edison, and Albert Einstein
Even some of our greatest musicians were believed to possess this illness such as
Mozart, and Beethoven.
So lets stop the stereotyping people.
"Ignorance is bliss."
Later Kiddies

Your friend, LadyRIOT

The red and white ball.

This is one thing everyone enjoyed as a child, or maybe even now as a teen. (Hey, I'm not going to judge you.)
Pokemon was "tha shyt" and still is to some people.
Even if you thought you didn't you did.
C'mon who wouldn't like super powered cute little animals?
Who wouldn't want an companion that's easy to travel with that can literally kick someones Claudius maxi mus when you come across an unfriendly traveler?
And what was just so amusing and awesome was that they were
able to be stuffed into a tiny little red and white ball. (Might I add that it can also shrink into tinier ball.)
It's so compact and portable!
I mean all you do is beat their little hiney until they're on the verge of death,
throw the ball to hurt them even more, and that super cool insane red beam of light
suddenly engulfs them and shoves them in the ball.
Then ta da! You got you're very own, forcefully cought, almost dead pet.
But you know what would be even more awesome?
If that ball was real and it worked on human beings, I would totally use that shit up.
I mean wouldn't it be cool if some annoying immature, completely idiotic bitch was just
spittin' words at you, saying things that's the least of you're concern such as like "ugh oh my gosh you're such a whore, stop flirting with my man, your so ugly, etc." and many other bullshit was standing in front of you, and all you want is for that piece of nothing to disappear?
Okay so this piece of bull poop is standing in front of you. You reach in your pocket and fish out
your pokeball and throw it at her/him and they'd scream ow! and vanish in a beam of red light.
You pick up the ball, you realize you have their life in the palm of your hands. I would dispose of it in a forest or something, you might have other (more hostile) things in mind.
Too bad things such as pokeballs doesn't exist. And too bad that annoying immature people can't just disappear
Well I'm in a rotten mood, writing this entry and brought back some gay memories. (Not really gay, just stupid.)
Later Kiddies.

Your friend, LadyRIOT

Circle cirlce dot dot, I got my cootie shot.

Ahh, young love is so sweet isn't it?
Well it would be if you're a happy little girl and a happy little boy in a happy little town
where candies and delicacies are healthy. Oh and a harsh ol' spankin' would be the
horrendous punishment for the capital crime, cussing.
The emotional bond in which hormone filled teens (I myself included.) share called love is
complex in the Young minds.
This might be slightly from a female point of view, since I am a female, but where do we
get our perfect little love fantasies from? Where does our prince charming arise from? And where does this 'happily ever after' evolve from?
I know, we all know, fairy tales.
Happy stories of how good always wins and your 'knight in shining armor' always saves the day,
leaving pleased and satisfied villagers.
You can say "Let's sue Walt Disney!" (I would agree just for the entertainment of suing a old frozen dead body.)
Or we can just sit and wish
"Life would be easier if Young minds stayed naive and believed in cooties."


BTW: A less likely reasonable third option. We can wait till the day they discover the cure for death, unfreeze Walt Disney, and then sue him. Yeah, that's the way to go.
Later Kiddies.

Your friend, LadyRIOT