*draft post for images*

Don't Ever Change

so this is embarrassing. I guess I wish I could say I'd chronicled the 4 year span between my original posts and this current state of mine, but those entries are reserved for more private, under the mattress journals. My 16 year old self - just ughhhhh. That's all needs to be said about that old me.

But hey! Here I am! This blogging trend thing didn't die out in a mass Flash flood like maybe I'd hoped. So back on the wagon I go, relight the candle on the altar to myself, and we'll see what sticks. I'll throw a couple projects o' mine from time to time, I'm glued to the computer as always anyway. me, a plus 3 student with rubles to burn, debt to collect, and experience pts. to rack up till i can reach a higher lvl. and upgrade my stats. plz love me?

I'm still making lame puns.

wild wild horses, couldn't drag me away

yeah, how it's relatively easy to despise what isn't on your side
the opposing empire's relative to wreakage
never alloting relatives enough time
your attire drove over fashion roadkill only for
droves of wannabeyou's that killed what washed ashore
driving on your lonely score
if you try to run ahead of ze car you'll get tired
if you run behind it you'll be exhausted
what started as an ode to
tired gas station humour
somehow kinda rumoured then evolved into a suess fugue
b'cause i'm certainly no master rapper
entertaining no shame to tame fractured matter
your forever deconstructing trapdoors construing subdued tabboo pursuits
selling easy machines to full pursed men in suits
hands are folding clock wise while your master baiting
gynocynanide for the local man hating

no one counts on much, but for subsequent missed judgement
'flawed human' modeled business system slash lamented circus tenament
and i got a sis too
rode a yellow bus with her never wanted to admit that i had loved school
nah, maybe just learning was my passion
until i found the bourgeois building was only teaching for the masses
then i found i wasn't passing.

mine organic soil was depleted of nutritents
but i continue to collaborate with the worms to bear fruit
and it's an evening playing tic tac torn
warned by the worn the tricks to get and stay warmed
yes! :) tis the definition of crap poet speech
checked out of hotel scene and into chez fantasy
i'd forever rule over candylands and it's figurines
it was always in the summer when i
dubbed myself the snowflake queen

then i was all about the fossil quarry
queried whether you indulged in such secret stories
i can't bare to look upon my now fossilized acres at the ruin of mine old garden
the ground hardened how has that happened when i had never left my backyard
and there's still 6000 stories to share that we'd never get bored with
so give the girl a prize
relived it curled up and wised
upon a rooftop lies a silent spy
sets me on fire, steele supplies
when you stop drop and talk shop you'll realise
i'm an amateur you should throw me in your desk drawer
and yet when coarse rhyme expounds on fat
so what if my less streamlined babbling brook
of thought sounds just like that
now brooke's babbling about her bouts with broken complexions
wary of detection that's she's somehow defective
i haven't found it as scary. that is, my reflection
i do believe
if i looked and it was you who smiled back at me time would seem
to overpass the burned out bridges of the past
and certainly i would see my facial expression finally matched the piece at last

save the whales! trade them for valuable prizes!

i wasn't sure if i could really do it, but my hand was forced.
this is an entry dedicated to items that if i were to go on an rpg adventure for reals, would assuredly be in my backpack backpack.

1.the bible gun

premium parish polished prime philistine profligate punisher.
screw the two front teeth, the shrunken head, the elvis digipack album,(double album), this thing has been the apple of mine eye for so long. plus i can hunt vampires with it.

2.paper grocery bags
what else would one need in their bag than more bags?

3.Egyptian Plagues
vermin and beasts, frogs, locusts, blood, hail, boils, all standard.

4.Schtop Sign

authoritarian as it is hexagonal.

5.mustache
diamonds? oh hellz no. a fake beard is a lady pharaoh's best friend.

6. Yoshi!

Doubles as transportation + peach picker. i'm definately going to get on this one right away.

7. the iBlogoscope Pro.

as advertised by j.rowland, whom is awesome,
"With the new iBlogoscope Pro you can wriggle blindly through the moist, decaying flesh of free information just like the maggot you are. Three hundred and sixty degrees of things you never really needed to know about."
awesome.

hmm
what else can i put in there?
besides appleseeds.

primero entrada jamás

dear internet,
today marks the first of what could(will) very well become a dumb online diary. it's also 6months of what could very well be the most carelessly thought out, illconceived, one in 6000 chance, bound for either fireworks or waterworks, truely right decision i may ever make.
it involves another person, which is odd, because this is america, and i am a teenager; the combination of the two should by all means ensure that any personal gain be derived solely on the grounds of just that,a personal, as in, selfish venture with the crownjewel in sight being number1 and 1 only.
but i don't need emolument for it, the amalgam of us alone is enough to innundate the universe with firey awesome forever all up until the sun out of pouty jealousy makes it's own grab for the earth. (2028 probaly is my guess that saucy bitch)
i think there are certain rituals, that are not necessaraly stupendous, or exactly heartwrenching when they don't always happen, but things like watching army of darkness on christmas day, watching programs with randy that are especially special and become stupendous because we've introduced them to each other, like scrubs or run lola run, maybe i'm seeing a trend of watching, but it pretty much boils down to whatever makes me most happy. :] no matter what i just said a while ago, it's all about the selfish selfless actions. hellz yes.

now i've read at least two journal entries written by aspiring trendy girlie types who swear they've gone through life changing experiences and they are head over heals heels for reals, all followed by a breakdown of the breakup mere weeks later, not that they regret for a minute giving their virginity to kyle or whoever at snowball and she'll cherish the cigarette burns he gave her for all eternity and then for cripes sake people respond to it all. they call 'em wise and 'insiteful' and the bad spelling and the bad judgement of it all is enough to make me shake my fist in outrage, or at least open palm it against my chest in stunned ladylike disbelief. it's what threw me away from my own writing attempts in the first place.
instead, i turn the other cheek. idon't really care about those people, i hope i don't have to write more commentry about them, looking for a jesus-robert frost quotable taking the path less traveled whatnots. what we have is an equalsharing, realistically credited,(entirely less business_esque than the adjectives would suggest :] ), relationship with all that entails such.
i think it's something to celebrate, quietly of course, non_acoholically, like a secret handshake only members of the secret agent club may share. there are choreographed moves of course, quick-quick-slow, spin-spin-catch, but i think i've told too much already. we're not that close internet, you can't have my social security # and you can't have my secret handshake analogy.
but as cool as the 28th is, and oh is it cool, it could also be said, and it has, that dates and numbers aren't really, in the great scheme of things, all that great. but i believe my scheme is greater.
and oh is it great.

i'd like to share that vision with the public, namely you internet, i've tried before even. the verdict was mostly wince inducing for sure, but the tougher the crowd the sharper my wits'll be. or have to be.
this'll be fun though. as long as i make myself laugh, idon't mind if the pun_directed scoffs and sneers are followed by people actually wiping the noses they've been looking down with on my shirtsleeve.
or tipping their high hats in the opposite direction.
or blowing hot air out of their overinflated windbags. well, rather their real leather carry_on luggage cases that they won't ever let me borrow.

in anycase,

this is what i look like.

sometimes.
i don't generally part my bangs that way.
just wanted everyone unfamiliar with me, which is none of you(or all of you), to recognize that i am very attractive. mind_numbingly so, beams of light shining down upon my glorious empire and anyway my mom says so.

i wouldn't want to get started off on the wrong foot, this blog is like a little plant to me, and i want to give it all the bear bare necessities and the extraneous suprise easter_egg type amusements one could only expect from k.rod, while still giving it room to grow and flourish among all the other blognolias surrounding the lily pond that makes up this web community. it's going to require healthy doses of the truth of course. i'm fond of honesty, i like to stretch it yeah, but generally my falsehoods stem from laziness and boredom of doing actual research. just more weeds you guys can pick out for me with what i know you all carry just under the surface of your multitudinous headlumps: self_righteous indignation.
heh, indignation. cause you're digging out the,,
yeah ouch, iknow, take my keyboard before i seriously hurt somebody.
seriously.

i've found throughout my internet journeys that once i develop an image of what that particular blogger, hell even regular text author looks like, my disappointment upon discovering their true visual identities is as, well it's just a disappointment mostly. maybe i'll post another less contorted, all around better taken photograph, though i'm afraid your monitors are already on the verge of exploding from the sheer brilliance of my text alone, adding a sexay .jpg on top of that would just be insult to injury.

the obligatory song lyric:
ROLLER COASTERS HOLY ROLLER
I GOT SHOT DOWN IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

i'd also like to say no to gossip,not in this blog, no matter how 'juicy'. the highlighted word being used loosely. (there was a your mom joke right here but i erased it) but yes, it seems no matter how much of a peon a person is, you know the bottomfeeder that somehow squirmed it's way into my once seemingly picturesque pond, no matter how much of a very real and very disposable tool they are, when brought into the limelight of casual group conversation, everyone wants a piece of the watered_down, half_baked(term having duplicate meanings), grade F Home Ec dough that never even made it to pie form. in a room full of random morons who are supposedly complete strangers, a half hour can't tick by without it coming to light that everybody dated everybody else's sister brianna and went to preschool together at little lambs prep on sunshine blvd. and saw all those everybodies at the giant over the weekend but they were with their moms so they didn't wave. i don't want a part of it, i want to minimize the pollution in this habitat i did not create, but hope to find a suitable niche in.

still, i'm not sure where i want to go with this and i'll have to feel my way through. so bare bear with me on this. or move on, i didn't put my self in your bookmark scroll-y damnit.


quote ->I was going to sum it up as "independent Web culture," but these days "independent" means "Created, not by a corporation, but by a wholly-owned subsidiary of a corporation." The word "alternative" was dead and buried about three hours after Kurt Cobain, and "underground" is now exclusively used to describe British mass transit and American video games where the characters have tattoos, so my options are running thin.

So, hey, let's dispense with the adjectives and get to the postings. One of the nice things about the Web is that instead of describing something, you can just link to it.<-endquote.

signed
k.rod