And the sound was as deafenating as monkeys fornicating.

For some reason, I was in an overjoyous mood that reached its peak in fourth period. It's been a hell of a long week and thinking back to first period I do believe I know why today turned out so uber-tastic. It's unofficial and confidential...but you won't tell a word will you? I submitted three pieces to Collage, and as I sat in literary staff judging entries, I came into a face-to-face encounter with my submissions and had to keep quiet. Although I'm not a big fan of them, they went over well and are going to be in Collage. I do believe I will share them with you.

1. This poem was yayed right away which left a feeling pf accomplishment that was ahrd to contain.
Eyeliner

There is not a decision more important than how to decorate your eyes.
It's classic, after all.
I admit Cleopatra's was made of lead and mine of oils and dyes,
But it's virtually the same.
It's a sign of spirit and individuality,
The epitome of expression:
Purple- the color of royalty?
Blue- the color of the ever-changing sea?
White- the color of purity?
Today, I shall be black, the color of mystery.
It defines me.
I could choose to be routine and steryotypical,
But I choose to be bold
Because where my words may be lacking,
My eyes make the satatement.
And after all, it's the effort that should matter.
Raccoon circles around my eyes
My hand like a ferris wheel,
But behind it all is precision,
Perfect, meticulous precision.
After all, one mistake and I alter my image for the day.
When they say, "Too much! We can't see your eyes!"
I'll respond, "Well, obviously you've never seen Elizabeth Taylor."
"And all the great stars surely know that eyeliner
Is what makes life worth living."

2. When I asked for some advice from my lovely friend Leon, he avidly despised the Hendrix line. But I love it and they loved it. So once again- ha Leon ha ha ha.

Perfection

If my hope is waning, you'll never know
I'll let the erotic notes encompass my world
This pale being knows the meaning
In my overdone, deliberate way I will be lost
In the haze like Hendrix

I shall make my statement breief
Oh yes, I will dance on the wings of purpose
Incorporating perfection into the flow of my blood
I place emphasis on th word perfection
For it shall be me

3. This was intended as a monologue and I don't think reading ti on paper gives it justice. So read is quietly to yourself or something for a bedtime story.

DEAD MEAT

I can't believe it comes down to this. I don't deserve to die! Holy moo! I want to spend my days in the green grass under that bright sun. I want to have a chance at life. Oh, what am I going to do, what am I going to do? How did I end up in this position? I don't deserve this. I don't want to be a staek. I don't want to be a coat. I don't want to be someone's dinner or someone's clothes. Holy moo.
Maybe I could make my skin turn a weird color so they won't want it. Or maybe I could eat something poisonous so I will be contaminated. Berries? Would that work? How dod I make myself tough? What makes meat tough? Oh, it doesn't matter anyway. I just need to run away. I need to escape to freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.
Oh, why is life so cruel to me? No one should ever have to endure this kinbd of torture. Holy moo! Who ever thought eating a cow like me was a good idea? I mean, come on! Why eat me when there is all the delicious greenery of the world? I really don't believe I am all that tastey anyway. It just doesn't make sense at all. If they liek emat so muc, why don't they just eat themselves? It would be much better than biting into me. Holy moo! I guess the only thing to do is wait for the cruel deed.