cognition into literacy

gluttonous

frostierley — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:13:32 +0000

the reign of jedward is over, it rose, it fell; and the tropical fruit gelled it’s last, rotten tone-deaf hum and just as the nation hoped, deep down; smouldered to a bitesize pineapple crisp. they came, they sang… they were shit.

Derived from the Latin ‘gluttire’ meaning to gulp down or swallow, means over-indulgence and over- consumption of food, drink, or intoxicants to the point of waste. In some Christian denominations, it is considered one of the seven deadly sins—a misplaced desire of food or its withholding from the needy.

Gluttony is not universally considered a sin; depending on the culture, it can be seen as either a vice or a sign of status. The relative affluence of the society can affect this view both ways. A wealthy group might take pride in the security of having enough food to eat to show it off, but it could also result in a moral backlash when confronted with the reality of those less fortunate.

Metaphorically speaking, or writing as it were; what if i can’t get full? what if i can’t get drunk? high? and moreover what if i just simply can’t get enough of her, if i feel like i’ve matured but still walking the tightrope of life? i look into her eyes and i could just pause like you can ‘live TV’ nowadays; staying there perpetually. indefinitely. i stand near and honetly feel the care, the bother, the worry, the pain. like im merging personality; without even knowing it i’ve made a new best friend- without offending sam, and known her as i do him in the blink of an eye. almost an out-of-body 52th of a year. and just so whoever reads this; i am severly literally gluttonous… i can’t get full, i adore food but i cant get enough to truly feel content, and i have to drink copious amounts of ale to feel goooooood. but i suppose thats okay, you learn to live with what you’re given, but you learn to love the occurences you’ve taken. that which you have won, perhaps even earnt… but in this case; never in a million years deserve. x

impossible to ignore.

frostierley — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:48:33 +0000

i was in the anti-sexism grease. just last night. what an adventure! going to see new moon tonight; then off to meet the mother and maybe the sister! AHH; i reckon if we see the sister, im fucked. not literally of course what with the sexuality; but i mean… SHES A COP! god how very sexually correct this is. i feel a bit sick! (can we go and get a kebab?) HA. mum needs to make that more often in all honesty; i love it! it’s actually delicious.

MMM… that is a tasty burger. I’m so shit with technology; wish i wasn’t. I can barely put finger to key in all honesty. but i can rhyme when i’ve barely got the time. SWISH. SWOOSH. FLOOSH. yeah…. the power of three. we stress the words we want the world to hear. i thought ab0ut the workshop yesterday and how truly good that deb was at her job. she was just so bloody…………. HAPPY! shaboom indeed. i had fun taking that excersise yesterday though. that was a good laugh. and i always love the gromalot circle, no matter how much you change it. anyway, chow for now x

othello

frostierley — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:29:02 +0000

Lets See What William Has To Say About This!

unexpected

frostierley — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 10:00:54 +0000

for such a great deal of dissapointmnt, despair and overall unhappiness; the happenings of monday were forseen, on the cards as it were. and i began to realise the person that i’d imagined was fictional; and once you’d peeled that layer off; all that remained was a very pretty looking, rotten piece of fruit. the thesis that chivalry is dead is very much true, that is of course if the sapiens that have earnt their XX chromosomes are all identical. but a girl showed me that they aren’t all like ‘it’ and this prospect sort of turned around and slapped me in the face shouting ‘hello! i’ve been here all along’ big shock. thankyou to her. that is honestly all i have to say on the matter; i feel alot less than i thought i would. care alot less. breakup songs dont make me sad; they make me think x

piano and instant whip

frostierley — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 21:38:16 +0000

sometimes angel delight can go too far. and it stops tasting like strawberry and starts tasting like five month old baby vomit. looking forward to seeing Kyle’s to-do tomorrow; then a chill back at mine should be dandy. but the reason i bring up babies is that the fostering network have seen fit to send us a smelly-shitty-screamy one. five months on earth and already a complete ”>twat. im unsurprised; he’ll be a crack addict by christmas, put a fiver on it. so much on my mind; obviously Natalie cuz she just wont actually get OUT my head. im unsure whether that should be comforting or just plain creepy. loving work atm though in a way… piratey goodness. i just OO ARRR everyone now. get some right funny looks; some chavs even like to pull my sword occasionally. oh theyre so lovely at towers; really everyone i such good fun. oh god it’s so shit guys it really is. then i go home sometimes and just play music; i love playing my piano… or just singing under my breath and reminiscing about last band practice. im dead happy at the moment anyway; lets pray it lasts. playstationthree time. x

fourth course

frostierley — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 22:43:57 +0000

wined and dined; cared and shared. an accurate summary of last night and what is truly unreal. i find it a crime that there’s people out there that don’t feel this happy. damnright unruly of society if you ask me. i must also bring appreciation for mcdonalds to light; strange i know… but without it’s corperate eyes looming over our ever growing youth, another pair starcross’d teenagers wouldn’t have felt this ecstasy; if only briefly, that in my eyes is worth just about any percentage of morbidly and clinically obese seven-year olds. i must now anticipate saturday. it should in all honesty; be rather pleasant. i just wish i wasnt working either side. however, enjoyable it will be… all the same. regardless of the cold. i’m in the process of writing a new song, i might just treat you to it when its completed; i really cant wait to get HT on its feet properly. penultimately i must bid you a good day; regardless of when you actually read this, and lastly i must how they say; bounce. x

smitten

frostierley — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 22:42:22 +0000

elation is the most favourable sin known to mankind. there cannot be an argument to contest that, within humankind. she makes me shiver when it isn’t cold. she awakens me when im exhausted. i dont have butterflies around her, i have hummingbirds. every time she moves, i notice. her heart and mine beat as one in momentary photographs. her very aura baffles me. how or what she’s doing confuses me. each expression imprints another lifetime in my vision. she goes by the name of natalie but i want to call her a title. every time she blinks, i miss her eyes. her smile makes me wonder. just having her in my arms even once makes me the luckiest guy alive. x

She’s Going Kill Me If She Finds Out

frostierley — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 21:40:43 +0000

Yes, They Do A Gum

frostierley — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 21:38:15 +0000

ever got the feeling you’re drowning in a sea of forbidden fruit juice? i have. i’m currently for the first time in ever, content. to the core. pecimistic as to the span of this godsend, but all the same… content. i see things differently when i’m happy; i can’t be sure whether the reality i see now is reality in itself or perhaps it’s more of a chagrin on society; pecimistic optimism? moving on just breifly to a more structured account of my day; i literally seemed to do nothing today… all i can remember is moshi, CLiBBRATS and the beautiful end to my college day; then it’s just a blur till the pub which brings me up to date, in my room; sitting on my ‘sofa’ on the sadtop. i have of course of the last few days come to realise how much i miss streetcar and thus: stanley. but in retrospect, tis pity tomorrow, should be ace. and maybe drama club; depends what cracks off. now, back to my disjointed thoughts… sams car was ill recently; has been given numerous metaphorical ‘get well soon’ cards and is now right as rain… or perfect as petrol? anyway; wrights pies and moshi dont appear to compare and contrast well; “STOP EATING IN OUR COFFEE SHOP!” they politely said; blatenty not really caring, obviously been told by the manager. so i had a big mouthfull of sausage roll then, what a burn. HA. i have surprisingly little to say tonight; and now i’ve said that im sure i could go on alot further but… i clearly dont want to divulge, other than to say; trebor spearmint gum, try some. x

Yiruma- River Flows in You

frostierley — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 18:43:16 +0000