Wednesday, August 20, 2008

7 am. By Vibreo

Here's a top 10 list of things I'd rather be doing at 7 am than waiting for my teacher:
1. Jenny (get it... doing Jenny)
2. Sleeping
3. Eating breakfast
4. Playing Xbox 360
5. Writing a blog
6. Actually being in class (not waiting for the teacher cause he's already here)
7. Making breakfast
8. Flying
9. Playing Dodgeball
10 a. Getting my scrotum pierced
10 b. (Read if your Crystal) Drowning kittens. (thats what you get for making me write this)

Monday, March 03, 2008

Nuts. By Vibreo

Lets face it I am very proud of my testicles, I once went through the trouble of naming them. Fred (the one thats most to the left) he's kinda shy, I often notice that only that side of my scrotum in kinda contracted sort of like he's afraid of the world. I remember once I was talking to him and he told me that he's from Kansas, I think I may have accidentaly adopted him since I was only born with 3 testis but I can't imagine where one would adopt testicles. The rest of the nuts, John, Karl and Jodie, are alot more open than Fred. I think Fred may have been sexually abused, cause no matter how much Jodie hits on him (she's kind of a slut) he never takes her advances. Jodie as you can imagine is mid left, she was the last one to develop. In fact there was a period of time when we thought she wasn't gonna make it but after a strong dose of steroides she was able to mature enough and she pulled through. She was a sickly testi always getting sick, constantly infected, but she's the life of the scrote. She tells all the jokes and she sings like an angel. Next to her is Karl, Karl was always a strange testicle. When he was younger I remember I caught him stealing sperm from Jodie while she slept, when I asked him why he did it he said that he was taking them to meet my liver (Erik), Erik of course denied ever having met Karl. To this day I still catch Karl with sperm that aren't his, the weird part is Fred, Jodie and John all have their sperm so I don't know where he gets it from. Finally there's John the Alpha nut. John was thinking about going into porn for his amazing sperm producing abilities. This one time John went to school with a mason Jar for his volume test. Needless to say he's the cool kid in their class. Of course that means he doesn't do his homework or study, he's your typical Jock. But he makes people happy and he keeps order so its ok. He's a good nut but sometimes I think he's a bit arrogant.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

I'm Lost. By Vibreo

I'm lost today. I don't know what to do. How do you fight something that can't be fought? How do you change something that doesn't want to change? How do you know when to let something go or to keep holding on? I don't know.

How do you fight something that can't be fought? Should you fight? This is the first thing you should ask. Should you fight? Is what your fighting for worth it? After that you should ask, what are you fighting for?

How do you change something that doesn't want to change? To change something that doesn't want to change you wait. Patience is the answer. You wait for the situation to change.

How do you know when to let something go or to keep holding on? If you hold to long it breaks, and if you let go to soon you may lose it.

What I'm fighting for is worth it and I should fight for it. I'm fighting for several things my father comes to mind, myself as well. I must be patient and I know how to hold on, things that break can be fixed and people that break will be stronger. But breaking comes at a cost, choose your battles, break only when necessary learn to give and take so things won't break as often. Learn to bend and unbend.

More on this later my brain is kinda tired.

Monday, September 24, 2007

I want to write. By Vibreo

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Like a Curly Ribbon. By Vibreo


I love you like a curly ribbon stretched to eternity
I love you like a new born babe courageous, whole and free.

I love you like a brand new book as its mysteries unfold
This book you see is you and me and the story very bold.

I love you like the morning rise, with many a different hue
Your eyes and lips and fingertips all little parts of you

Or should I love you like the dusk, in secret in the dark,
Hiding you behind a tree, making love against the bark.

How best to love a girl like you a man can never know,
But be assured sweet Pootie Pie my love will always show.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

La Montaña. By Vibreo

Dedicado a mi Padre

Como la montaña, así es mi padre.

Grande y fuerte, así es mi padre.

Y de niño lo veía pensando “Algún día seré como esa montaña.”

Y cuando trate de seguir sus pasos me di cuenta que llegar a su altura no es ser montaña.

Y cuando dije soy grande, aun no era hombre como el.

Como, entonces puedo ser como el?

Si yo fuese sabio como el, si fuese encantador y seguro con una inteligencia que cortara la ignorancia como la mantequilla tibia, entonces todavía me faltaría para ser como tal cúmulo de nobleza y amor.

Como pues puedo ser esa montaña? Si amo a mi mujer con todo lo que tengo, y si diera todo por los hijos porvenir o si ayudara a mis amigos sin importar si tuviera el tiempo o el dinero. Aun con todo eso, no seria como el.

No, no podré ser esa montaña sabia y querida que es mi padre.

Tendré entonces que ser mi propia montaña, y esperar que algún día ponga tan buen ejemplo que mis hijos digan “Algún día seré como esa montaña.”

Thursday, March 01, 2007

"Greetings!!!" (yelled of the back of a wildebeast)
A simple guide to starting a conversation. by Vibreo

Salutations and good day. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night. Hey, hey there, *grunt*, *grunt* *nod*, *nod*. Yo, sup!, peace, *peace sign*, *hi 5*, dude, DUDE!. Hey hey (< accent on this one) hey! Howdy, howdy do and heidy ho. Hi diddle doodley, ho diddley daddley, he doddley diddley. Greetings ( yelled from a plane, from the next lane, at a feast, cutting the roast beast and on the back of a wildebeast). Hello, hi. Now it gets more complicated.
How are you? How you doin? How've you been? How's it goin? How's it going? How's everything? How's life? How's your wife? How's your leg? How's it hangin? How bout them Yankees? How's your sister/brother/cousin? How are you parents? How's that cold doin? How'd you do that? How's school? How's work? How's your boy/girlfriend? How's that festering sore on you penis doing? Wanna fuck? You got a cigarrette? Or if they beat you to it.
Not much. Eh. So so. Ok. Great. Horrible. Like a fat girl on a cupcake. Tired. Horny. Angry. Tired, horny and angry or just horny and angry. Pissed off, pissed on. Effervescent, as if my being was made of thousands of tiny bubbles, like a fly on shit, like a fat person swimming in a vat of ice cream (cold but happy). Bad. Good. Or in emergency situations FUCK YOU!!!