Dads- Jeff (He's the sarcastic one) and Pat (He's the more motherly one)

Sisters- BD (The bitch- I mean butch one) and Jmy (The Femme one)

Weird Uncle- Adam

Distant Cousin- Uncertain

Post your Oasis families here, too!

Everything is changing, and I'm getting the terrible feeling that more and more people are going to come, dragging their Dead-Cats in from The Outside.

I know that it's a good thing that we get more people, but I feel like we may be getting too much at once. Too many depressions, too many death-threats, too much.

I remember when I first started this place felt like the last Haven that I had. I felt like I was safe here.

Love isn't waiting for you in the eternal grave

Love isn't waiting for you to drown in a wave

Love isn't waiting for you to tighten the noose

Love is the one that is there to cut you loose.

Love isn't selfishness taking and then taking more

Love isn't going to hurt you, Love helps you soar.

Religion and science, neither can explain

how Love is the thing that makes us dance in the rain.

Love isn't going to take it's own life away

Love isn't going to hurt you and then make you stay

Love brings you home.

Love is a stronghold.

Love won't keep you back.

I care so much for Pat, not in a romantic way, but he's like my dad... Not like my Father... I need him SO MUCH...

Pat, don't leave... I need you to be here, I need you to help me... Even if you think you don't, you just being around makes me feel like I'm safer, like there's a blanket wrapped around me that keeps me warm even when there's a blizzard... I don't think you understand how much I love you, how much I care, because I don't express it enough, but I really need you to stay with us, please, Pat, stay with us... I'm praying for you, like mad, and I hope that those prayers will be answered, but Pat, God won't do it alone, I need you to try to stay....

No, this isn't about sex. I wish it were, but that's just my Beta Male suckiness. (Read Christopher Moore's A Dity Job for an explanation- and a good laugh, that book's fuckin' HILARIOUS)

Anywho, I was in class today/yesterday (Friday) and Dylan and I, we had a bit of a "Moment" (or at least, I hope so). I can't really explain it, but we just sorta connected. I REALLY hope It's not just my imagination. But really, he just makes me all giddy inside! I wanna just kiss him, but that would be BAD, especially if he doesn't like me the way I think he does...

Welcome, dear friends, to my good show, would you like a drink?

I would suggest the Shiver on Ice, if you don't mind the stink.

The drink is a wonderfully fruity blend of juice,

and a dab of vodka and a little arsenic.

You see, dear friends, if you drink this I believe,

You find that your sorrows will be relieved.

This drink will bring love right to your doorstep

This drink will bring happiness to your soul

and last but not least this drink can do

anything and retrieve what was stole.

Dear friends, dear friends, take a drink and relax,

Oooh, BABY!

He

winked

at

me

and was laughing at ALL my jokes,

he was really sweet, when people weren't paying attention to me (I had to do a REALLY boring report... I wrote it) He was paying attention!

He's giving off serious "I like you in that way" vibes, guys!

I'M IN FUCKING LOVE!!!!!!

*Kiss on the stomach-----"lets have sex"
*Kiss on the Forehead ----"Forever you will be mine"*
*Kiss on the Ear ---"I'm horny"
*Kiss on the Cheek ---"We're friends"
*Kiss on the Hand ---"I adore you"
*Kiss on the Neck ---"We belong together"
*Kiss on the Shoulder ---"I want you"
*Kiss on the Lips ---"I love you" OR "I want you"
*Holding Hands ---"We can learn to love each other"
*Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine"
*Playing with the Ear ---"I can't live without you"
*Holding on tight ---"Don't let go"
*Looking into each other's Eyes ---"Don't let go"

I hope it's simply paranoia, but I feel like everyone is mad at me for some reason. I don't like this feelig, it makes me want to dig a hole and crawl in, to escape the glaring. But nobody is glaring, because we're online. I don't know why people are mad at me, I thought people had gotten over the hissy fit, did I do something else?

Hurt me hurt me gag me with a spoon.

Adam A fucks corpses.

I LICK YOUR POLE!

What, haven't you ever seen A Christmas Story?

BANG BANG BANG! I shot you with a Desert Eagle.

It's christmas time in the Foolgirl School,

I say we let 'em play.

We should let in all the Foolboy Boys from next door today.

The Present from the principal,

We'll announce on the microphone,

Is that the Foolgirl Girls can have a ball

With their special one.

But Sir, But Sir,

The Foolboy Boys,

half of them are fags!

And Half the Foolgirl Girls as well,

Dykes, Principal Baggs!

That's fine, that's fine, we can turn 'em,

We can convert them to be right,

All we half to do is learn 'em,

About the wonders of a straight, hot, night.

As I walk down Toady Street I pass the home of Mr. Flatfoot

The longest streatch of Sidewalk you'll ever see.

The man has lived more than five-hundred-years

and never even bothered to make me some tea.

As I walk down Toady Street I bring an egg for Mr. Flatfoot

Throw it at his house, most daintily.

But as I run from the home of Mr. Flatfoot

I often step on glass and often bleed.

I believe that Mr. Flatfoot s not an ordn'ry man.

I believe he's a witch or a prophet

and he likes to see me in that hospital van.

May I take your coat, sir?

Thank you sir.

Thank YOU, sir. May I show you into the Parlor?

Into the Parlor?

Into the Parlor.

Thank you, sir, where is the Parlor?

Thank YOU, sir, here is the Parlor.

Here is the Parlor?

Here is the Parlor.

Thank you, sir.

Thank YOU, sir. May I bring some tea for you while you wait?

Some tea for me while I wait?

Some tea for you while you wait.

Thank you, sir.

Thank YOU, sir.

What is in that packet, sir?

Just some sugar, just some sugar.

Ah I see, thank you, sir.

I insist, sir, thank YOU, sir.

AHA! Funfunfunfun...

This is the part of the show where I tell you about me. Damn skippy, this is a MEMOIR! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

When I was in the third grade, there was this time when-

Aw, fuck, I'm bored already. Screw it, no memoir for you.

So, does anyone think anything about my poems? Anything at all? Please? FEEDBACK IS NECESSARY.