Wait, I gotta said that like a poet.

The energy flows through my veins like crack on crack on crack

I took  my meds, so why this now? Wherefore is this attack?

My darling Homestucks, other nerds, and other tumblrs still,

Embracing you flirts with my head until I've had my fill

And stunts too dangerous for me are begging for their turn

So why this frazzle? Why this thrill? And why this sudden burn?

Seriously, I have no idea. But thanks for following me. Lately going onto tumblr has just been one of the highlights of my day. NOW COME ON, MEDS! ACTIVATE, YE MIGHTY CAPSULES!

Several months ago I posted a recording of myself reading a short little story I had written. Not long after, out of pure curiosity, I synced up that recording with the track 'Austin, Atlantis' by Clark "Plazmataz" Powell from 'Homestuck Vol. 9'. (If you've heard my story before, you'll see why that track in particular). The result somehow synced up surprisingly well. I was going through some folders the other day and found it again, and thought, 'why not post it here?'

Please give a listen and let me know what you think! I'm always eager to hear what people like and don't like about my writings.

The track composer can be found here: http://plazmataz.tumblr.com/

If you'd like to hear the recording without the music, go HERE.

Oh, and the album art/profile pic is naturally by my good friend Spooky.

My heartbeat goes a little bit like this.

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Hey guys, check out this new short story of mine, in thrilling AUDIO-VISION!

By which I mean I recorded it.

Don't peer into my soul, because you'll find it full of lies.

Escaping from the enemy to that which you despise.

Here are some rules for you to take to heart. Heed well my speech,

And one day find another man to whom this lesson teach.

"Don't put your trust in just yourself, you have to trust your friends.

But gut instincts take precedence; though when, I think, depends.

Your parents should be trusted, they know so much more than you,

But don't forget that social change is old thrown out by new.

Policemen are your friends, but they are human, so beware.

The court of law means nothing when it is AND isn't fair.

You give your power to the people which you deem the best,

But on what grounds I cannot say, it's murky as the rest.

To date, the facts we hold as true are never truly so.

The news is slanted even when its tellers do not know.

With all of this uncertainty, there's little to stand by-

But I will list here what I can, that you might one day try:

If God exists cannot be said- for this, you should rejoice.

With evidence on either side, it means it is a CHOICE.

The fact that there's no clear-cut fact is truly a reprieve...

It's up to you and you alone to say that you believe.

While GOPs and Democrats may argue on the facts,

The truth is, someone KNOWS the truth- this heavily distracts.

Such figures twist, or are made up, bizarre for simple fact-

But God is not so simple, and, of course, not so exact.

If free will is the thing that makes it great to be alive,

Then let's all stand together, and decide, decide, decide.

Decide that we're uncertain. Or decide that we are sure.

Our choices, being ours, will mean a macrocosm more

Than those we make Election Day, when we are misinformed.

We'll KNOW that we know nothing, and our passions shall be warmed.

We'll be OK with other views, they'll be OK with ours.

And nothing will oppress us with its advertising powers."

So don't peer in my head, because you'll find it full of lies.

Escaping from the enemy to that which I despise.

I'm cutting to bare minimum. Rejecting every truth.

Hey guys, wrote this great poem regarding Portal 2 the other day, thought you would like it! FYI, the break is there because of spoilers. Beat single player before reading this!

Oh, at times in our lives, when we're playing with knives, and a blade seems a bit too hypnotic,

And we can't help but wonder, should things go asunder, who all we are turning neurotic,

Oh, when murder and death fill our every breath, yet we wish for a stronger impression,

I have one simple rule to suggest to the fool quite unable to help his obsession.

What is that in your back? Can a mammal bleed black? Proper answers I'm willing to tell,

But your head's getting light and the room seems too bright and you can't face the fires of hell.

Oh though you beg and plead, are in medical need, and the air enters into your spine,

I'll reveal-so you know- just exactly what blow hath been dealt, for it's suiting you fine.

'Tis a quill, 'tis some ink, and this shows you the brink of the trouble you'll now know you're in,

Not a poison for you, but the public. Adieu! Is the room now beginning to spin?

For the tattoo I gave was a much closer shave than you possibly ever could show,

Come closer, honey, please don't look so scared...

You've never looked at me like that before...

You thought, of course, that you were so prepared,

But you forgot a little something more.

Perhaps what I require is your voice,

Perhaps what I desire is your hair.

Don’t run away, you know it’s not your choice,

And don’t complain that life just isn’t fair.

For everywhere you turn, and all you touch,

Lie right within my scope and my domain.

You think you want what really isn’t much;

I make you think what’s loss is really gain.

I’m you, if you were what you want to be;