The world needs mutiple rounds of laughter- Doctrine's of DjPrecise

Why not share it?

This past weekend was very Hollywood productive.I left everything that demanded my attention at the side, and had a movie splurge.
I finally got to see A Clockwork Orange, this movie was freaking awesome. A bit on the slightly disturbing side and all, but if you can handle a bit of Ultra-Violence then you should be good kid. I also saw One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest- Awesome! My favorite character happened to be Chief, not only was he mute but he was also deaf, and huge, and native..and DEAF.. There's nothing better than being able to relate to what you watch. What more do I want?.. There was also this old man that only did ballroom dancing, regardless of what you asked him.. He'd dance it off. Whatta Guy.

OH! I was forget some imperative information here, well thoughts really. Jacob Black is sexy. Yeah, he is, and if you said otherwise.. You are a hater. I had the pleasure of watching him shirtless on the full screen, followed by some Oo's and Ah's and Woah's.

I hate this

I've got so much on my mind at the moment, it's quarter to 3am. My thoughts are depriving me of sleep. On a side note, I didn't freaking get to watch New Moon today, all the damn tickets were sold :(

Some recommendations;

Well, I think of myself as very ordinary person when it comes to the things I do on a regular basis; school, home, sleep. However, I do have an avid habit for reading, hence, I will now start posting book recommendations as often as I can.

1. A Separate Peace - John Knowles

It's a book that's more than faintly realistic. It deals with the story of two boys, Gene and Phineas, at the midst of World War 2. While Gene is the brains of the school, Phineas is the star athlete that shines with people, it's his ultimate talent. He has a poetic approach at most of the good things in life and is extremely loyal to any commitments that he sets himself for. The book is riveting from start to finish, it deals with my personal favorite type of conflict; character against self. When Gene commits a sheer act of violence and honestly evil against his only true friend, his life is forever changed. The book is unique for it's characters, and craft of writing.The end is a WTF moment, at least for me it was. It's my favorite at the moment, but then again I'm finding that most of everything that I read becomes my favorite book.

2. Anna Karenina- Leo Tolstoy

This was a book recommended to me by one of the characters from a different a book I read ( that may sound a bit crazy, I know). I actually just started reading it yesterday, and it's very witty. It's about a beautiful woman, Anna, that has to deal with the ideals set out by society in 19th century of how a married woman or any woman at all should conduct themselves. It's about conformity, love, and it's really funny! I have a couple hundred pages to go hahah.

I'm stressed out

and it's not a good feeling at all. I have a lot on my mind these days, school related, and personal life. I'm disappointed at myself in regards to how I handled some stuff. Sigh, things will get better..

Half truths

I've learned to deal with it, to put it behind me.. I'm glad I'm the way I am because a different person might have taken it harder. However, I have a talent for or it could be my ultimate fall for ignoring (maybe I need a better word there) unpleasant things. Really, unpleasant things.

By the way today was great. I met nice people that care; my favorite type of people.

I need a moment to deliberate.

Some things have come to my attention over the past few days,
you know those types of thoughts that you try to evade as much as possible.
But they are there, popping up at inconvenient times, worrying you.
I have obscure feelings when it comes to these big thoughts, that require big decisions and critical deliberation. I'll consider making a pros and cons list one of these days. It's getting necessary.
I won't bore you with details.

Goodnight.

This made me laugh

these 14 lines may not mean much to you
However, believe that these words are sincere
Please lift your chin, and be happy my dear.
It seems that i have nothing better to do
than to write a sonnet and send it to you
Instead of whispering in your ear
I would rather anounce loud and clear
that cayma i could take a cue
from the manner in which you live
Cayma this poem is taking long

thats the beginning of your sonnett
i shan't finish the rest, its too much of a test
- Author remains anonymous

Co-dependence

Last poem on anything drug related.

Co-dependenence

I was hesitant to take your trembling and pale hands in mine,
not quite sure of my stand in your new beginning.
Not quite sure if you’d take lightly to the sky that held a promise of turbulent clouds;
reflective of your old days.
Your cheeks are sunken from the tablets that drained the life out of them;
you used to call them The Elixir of Life like The Alchemist; I remember you loved that book.
I remember how much you loved life, before The Fall.
I felt your pulse quicken with apprehension as the knowledge of our co- dependence dawned on you,
the muscles of your arms tautened and then you looked at me;
a telling stare, I visibly relaxed because I had faith in your eyes
your eyes, with so much depth, and small glitter.
I thought:
“this is familiar to me, I could work with this”
and so I gave you a small smile, like the ones we shared in our innocence,
and you pursed your lips a bit, but that’s okay,
I can only ask for so much.
Our steps were calculated, almost philosophical in their languidness.
I remember thinking about how solid the ground was, that that was going to be us
allied in our co- dependence.
And today, here I sit, waiting for you to exhale.
You see, sometimes I get cold- feet, because I depend on the breaths you take, on your sobriety
Don’t relapse Carris, because I have faith in your eyes,
and we are co-dependent.

- C.M

I think it's Amazing.

Drunk as Drunk

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice

And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda 

- This piece of writing is absolutely amazing. From the point where he mentioned the eyelids being sticky, and their longing for lime; I began to slowly smile.