As many have come to know, my last name is Lombardo. Most don’t take advantage of that due to fact of names like “the clown” Lombardo and of course, me being a crazy person...

Anyways… my sister has been doing research lately on family history. Everyday while I’m at school, she now finds herself starring at this little girl…  Her name is Rosalia Lombardo, died 1920. She is two, being born in 1918, some say three 1917, some seven but either way she is called the “sleeping angel” or “sleeping beauty”.

You can find her at Catacombe dei Cappuccini of Palermo of Sicily, where she is perfectly preserved of almost 100 years. She was the last (or one of the last) to be entered in to The Capuchin Catacombs before they were closed. The Catacombs are lined with supposedly 8000 corpses. Along the walls, in coffins and in containers they used to dry the bodies out in. They are all close enough to touch and the smell is supposedly not as bad as most would come to think. They are all well organized, actually having different sections depending on how the person was. Sections for women, children, Men, professionals, (like doctors and lawyers...) even a section for virgin women, and monks.

The bodies were either mummified, embalmed, washed in vinegar, dried out or a combination. Rosalia was actually embalmed by Dr. Alfredo Salafia, who injected a series of chemicals into her. They say the secret of his method was taken with his death, yet there is no evidence to prove that he didn’t educate people about the preservation of bodies such as hers.

Found in a glass case on a marble pedestal, she has a somewhat unnatural skintone due to some decay, but a hundred years later and look at her.

You are the one everyone wants to be
I am the one they say “I’m glad that’s not me”
When I go to sleep
I dream about you
When you go to sleep
I bet you dream about you too
Your life is filled with good times and cool clothes
My life stands still just watching where your life goes
God please let me live in your world for one week
This lifes all yours and it’s a tease for those like me
And it’s a tease for those like me

Sometimes I picture myself beating you up
I see myself slamming your head off the ground
And you beg and you plead and you cry constantly
I’ll make you say that I’m the best
I’ll make you say you wish you were me
And then in my mind I see me fucking your girl
Your cool car is now mine
And so’s your popular world
All your friends they love me
And love that I hate you
I’m like a super hero
God badass motherfucker red white and blue.
You don’t know me
But I know you
It’s a real love hate thing
I love to hate you, yes I do
I get so frustrated
But tell me just what can I do

Ill never be you
So sad and true
Ill never be you
So sad and true
Ill never be you
So sad and true
Ill never be you
So sad and true
Ill never be you
Ill never never..
Ill never be you
Ill never never..
Ill never be you
Ill never never..
Ill never be you


Ill never be you
Ill never never
Ill never be you
Ill never never
Ill never be you
Ill never never
Ill never be you, be you yeah

But atlas those thoughts past
My daydream fades to black
Boring me hopelessly
Wishing that you’d be attacked
And raped by demented monkeys
With huge cocks
And big green like a jelly bean
Made a trampoline in a toxic swap
You’re so smug and so fake
With your laugh and your click
I wanna be you so bad
It makes me so fucking sick
But you suck and you stink
And you’re soulless and mean
I wanna be in your fake smug world
So we can hang out down at the coffee bean
We can hang out down at the coffee bean
Down at the coffee bean
Hey
Holy shit

Dear Tide

I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better! In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck. One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse! I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out! In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.

What a relief! Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having a great product.

Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.

Everybody looks at you
your insecure and don’t know what to say
when I look back at my life
I feel so ridiculous
all the crap I put myself through.
Yes, life is like a turning of a page
every word portrayed
it comes back, to shove it in my face.

I don’t want it to end.
so I’d rather just pretend
try to hold on for the ride
I just wanna feel alive
so I do what I do to survive
and maybe one day I’ll get it right.

so tired and uninspired as the day
I’m so tired and uninspired and such a waste

Wooo got my meds today.

So lets see, no alcohol(meaning not even from mouthwash) and no sex.

take for a week, eat yogurt otherwise I will get a stomach ache as well.

oh and I will taste metal, but thats so normal.

and if I take alcohol even a drop it will be like I have the flu only ten times worse.. YAY meds!

IT snores. And not just the "I-Cant-Breathe-At-Night-So-I-Breathe-With-My-Mouth-Open" snoring, but the "Tossing-And-Turning-While-I-Get-Hit-With-A-Bus-Mumbling-While-Sounding-Like-A-Chainsaw" snoring. And I had to sleep in his room 'cause just-finished-with-chemo-treatment-mustn't-anger-or-your-head-will-be-singed-off grandmother said I had to "cause theres already a bed made up for me" granted, I love her, but when it comes to that kid I wish I had bright flashing sign that said "NO!" before they adopted him.. they should trade him for a goat. I mean, they are cuter, can clean up their lawn, and prabably dosent fight back as much as him, who knows. HE SPIT ON SOME GIRL AT SCHOOL! I mean ew. Gross. Not only has he -Censored, you do NOT need to know this piece of information- FREAKING SICKO huh?! I know. TT.TT *droops head on desk* Ashley had a bad time.

THINGS TO DO IN OCTOBER!!

On matters of the appraisal
Me- "Ama 5 minutes left and then that pizza is free!"
Mom- *holds out hand* "5 bucks says he lost"
Me- *goes to shake hand then stops* "Hell I know hes lost hes probably right on the hill getting hysterical"

Internet out at home... at kilis right now..soooo yeah when I leave here tonight, I wont be on for a week or two...


Im hungry.... fuck... tests.. >< I have tests...

so ya i'll be back in like two weeks.. BYE <3

She was both, both child and woman, darkness and light, past and present, life and death—all the opposites contained and reconciled in her.

Ho

LY

~*~Steven here

Great Scott de milo your bodies hott

~*~Steven gone

Murder books and the face in my nightmares
Blood and tears and the enemy's right here
Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children
Torture, treason, never falling out of war
Standing on a broken glass!
Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away
Killing fields and I'm starting to miss you
Poronograph's all I got for a bedroom
Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children
Torture, treason, never falling out of war
Standing on broken glass!
Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away
Life's so fragile a revolution taking place
Bullet shells and famine and stab wounds
I wish I could do more than write you
Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children
Torture, treason, never falling out of war
Standing on broken glass!
Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away
Life's so fragile a revolution taking place

 
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see?
I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race and it fits like a glove under my sleeve, just wait till then.
Their heads are the heaviest in operation,
he has still not lost imagination.
I can hear him mouth the whole ending -
just wait till then.

We marys had ourselves a ball.
Oh, yes we did.
We marys had ourselves a ball,
I must admit--

Hang us those limbs hold no virtue.
Those told to hold: project on my cue.

Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is.
Are the birds of a feather that clever?
If I knew I'd keep locks, that's a given, just wait till then.
Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers.
Small enough to feed off the lesses to put it all into perspective with definition.

Oh, take a gander the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Not needy you'll see, not needy
and I come with open arms over trees.
Not needy you'll see .

Listen to my proven guarantees while you're rolling up your sleeves,
beatin' on the chest.
But we can keep it in a jar when it's comin' cats and dogs for days.
Do you hear the concrete guarantees?
And what they've done for you they've done for me.

FLIPPERDADDY says:
wot u luk like?
What It Do?? says:
like a person
What It Do?? says:
hahaha
FLIPPERDADDY says:
thnk god. i frt u mite of been a donkey

WOo... a great night and breakfast.. damn kili I didnt know you were into that.. (SOOOO PLAYING) X]