Jon Furniss

This was just an interesting story, and the first one I stumbled upon today, so check it out:

http://blog.wired.com/games/2007/12/boy-survives-mo.html 

If you have some more extra time an a high tolerance for stupidity, read through all of the comments, there are a couple gems.

And so I’ve been negligent of just about everything, with this and that, and everything out of control. So I’m sorry for that.
Here’s a new poem:

And for the first time, and more than somewhat creepily, you can hear me read my own poetry, so go listen to me as you read to yourself.

click it one time

“dream girl”

perhaps my life is fucked up
and i’m incredibly lonely for no good reason
and i get myself worked up about any time
that i had the chance to talk to a female
and a whole scenario runs through my head
about how i got into trouble
for falling in love with my best friend’s
girlfriend’s sister
who, like any other girl i’ve ever been interested in,
already has a boyfriend,
who, of course, i don’t even know.
but when i met her she said my shirt was “bitchin”
and at that moment i wanted to talk to her for hours
because i was wearing a hooded sweatshirt that said “meh”
i was, ironically, advertising apathy,
i put in the effort to buy the shirt to show that i care about not caring
and she said it was “bitchin”
and i wanted to take her away with me for a while
perhaps we could fall in love for a while,
i haven’t done that in a while,
at least twice throughout the night i made her smile,
but it wasn’t all worthwhile,
i’m a hopeless child, lost for miles,
i cannot pass my trials.
i want love like christmas
that excitement about presents,
except now it’s your presence,
and you taste just like christmas,
like that pepperment mocha something
from starbuck’s.
and i better get paid for this product placement
if i ever get famous
because now everyone who hears this
who’s never tried that drink or ever wondered what christmas tastes like
will have to try it, and i will have singlehandedly brought in millions of
new starbucks customers who love the taste of christmas.
and when i see my love i’ll smile,
but it will be a christmas light smile,
that fantastic glow that goes to show that you know
something that everyone else desires.
but yet i’m lonely
without you, or anyone by myside
perhaps my standards are too high
for here’s my idea of the perfect woman
she must be beautiful and sensual
she has a perfect body and intelligence
she loves video games, science fiction and me
her hair is most likely dark, but it doesn’t really have to be
her eyes are so deep i would drown if i didn’t know how to swim
and treading water has never been so fun before.
and it’s beautiful the feeling she’d make me want to make her feel
it’s like i miss you when im with you because im afraid that we’ll be apart sometimes
and we’ll have to move in together
you can decorate if you like,
just as long as you let me keep my pirate flag on the wall somewhere.
and there will be times when we fight:
you’ll probably be a sony girl
and you’ll inevitably argue with me saying your playstation three
is so much better than my xbox,
and then blu ray will eventually win this format war
and you’ll laugh in my face
and i’ll kiss in yours.
and we will live happily ever after,
much as this poem evolved from fantasy to reality and back to fantasy.