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Saturday, November 29, 2003

 

11/28/03

OoOoWeE! I am no longer sick!

....ok, I lied...but I'm fighting this thing hardcore.

...and if I don't make it, I want you buried alive with me.

I hope everyone had an awesome Turkey Day because it was all "GOBBLE! GOBBLE!" for me. Free grub, free love...what more could you ask for?

Word to Big Bird!

They always talk about time travel these days. Well, don't we already time travel twice a year (DST) and once every three years (leapyear). Yeah, I thought so. Where's my dayum medal?

Hmmsha...you know any quick cures for cancer?

"Be yourself" is the worst advice you can give to some people.

You wanna know what I think? Ok, here's what I think:
There is an idea of a Ryan Mose, some kind of obstruction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

=-=-=

Interesting little story about Fling #2...

Where was I? I wasn't really sure. They brought me here, in foreign territory, a party full of unknowns. I sat down, alone, not knowing where my friends had scampered off to.

The only refuge I had was within the haven of her blue eyes.

She looked at me from across the room with that enchanting gaze.

I was paralyzed, locked in her crosshairs as she felt me with her eyes.

But her sight was shifted, and I was left on my side of the room wounded as her arrows of love hit not my heart, but my ego.

Dayum.

=-=-=

Now usually, I'd spout more but I'm tired and full of sugar (an odd combo, I know) so I'm finding it kind of hard to form sentences with English words here. I'll continue my little story nexy entry, yeah?

But if you want other stories then, by all means, hit these up:
Thurs. February 27th - "G*night, G*night"
Sun. March 2nd - "Bedtime"
Sun. March 16th - "Optimist", Mon. March 17th - "Unconditional"


Docking out...
-Ryan : "dang cool"

Ryan posted this at 2:22 AM.


Sunday, November 23, 2003

 

11/23/03

Yeah, so I'm sick.

I have a week off because of Thanksgiving, and I'm sick.

I've had various opportunities to go out, but I'm sick.

I'm sick....but its all good!

Being sick is fun because everyone wants you to get better!

So, I have a lot of free time right now. What does Ryan do in his freetime?

He watches surgeries on TLC.

Otherwise, I'm trying to speak. My throat is seriously being the biggest hater in the world and I'm learning lyrics 'cause I'm a goober who sings to delusional girls who, for whatever reason, think I can sing.

Granted, I'd rather be doing something else.

But right now, all I need is a girl to cuddle with.

Throw me a frickin' bone here!

I...look like....Johnny Depp?

Thanks, but I'm.....filipino. How....do you...?

Its all good.

There is nothing more groovy than watching a FIREWORKS factory BLOW UP.

Maybe its juss me but Mondays are a horrible way to spend one-seventh of your life.

I've decided I'm going to be an awesome dad.

And I certainly hope my kids don't grow up to be eh...

'Cause I know some cats that are eh...

And I would want better for my kids.

Wasabi - not only a good food, but also an awesome movie as well! Viva la Jean Reno!

...or is that el Jean Reno?

Speaking of movies, if I ever get a warning out of nowhere to get out of a place (just like in the movies), rest assured that I'm not going to heed that warning and instead, I'm going to go ahead and save the day (just like in the movies).

Because, as you all know, the only reason that I stay is so I can save the day.

=-=-=

How do I feel about her? Well, she's WB-kind-hearted as well as Must-See-TV gorgeous. She's the girl that all the other girls hate upon first glance until they take the time to actually get to know her. However, in true highschool fashion, none of them ever have.

But I guess that comes with the facade, yeah? I mean, looking at her, she must be a Big witch with a capital B? If you looked like her you know you'd be one.

But, she isn't.

Not at all.

However, for the guys, she's the pin-up girl, yeah? The one that they all pine for and secretly pain themselves trying to gain her favor in an affectionate way? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

But until now, I've forgotten about all that. I've forgotten that she is indeed, Dream Girl.

She's juss her.

Her, my beautiful, benevolent friend.

=-=-=

Now how do you like them apples? Juss drop it already.

You know? First could change his last name to O'Doyle like in Billy Madison. And juss like in Billy Madison he could go around saying, "O'Doyle rules!" That'd be awesome. Except, you'd have to scratch the whole "bully" and "falling off the edge of a cliff" aspect of it all. Otherwise, its all good.

I'm Ryan Mose.

Now that's holiday!

"Man, am I glad I called that guy."

Docking out...
-Ryan : Poetic Hustler


Ryan posted this at 10:07 PM.


Saturday, November 15, 2003

 

11/15/03

Hey! If anyone needs to make a call, I've got a phone!

I'm selfless. Its a trait also known as "constantly screwing yourself over."

You're afraid I'm going to grow up to be like Bobby Boucher or Hank from "Me, Myself and Irene" aren't you?

Well now, that's juss RY-DICULOUS!

Dooooood, supposedley, I'm an "Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving" person combined with an "Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving" individual.

My computer decided to eat itself again so I had to reboot the suckaaa!

The fun part? I have to re-download er....."Re-Preview" everything.

I missed Linh's birthday party, but I caught my older brother's play. He played John Arable in "Charlotte's Web." Ok, yeah, I know, he's asian but hey, he did a pretty dayum good job!

He had the accent down perfectly.

And uh.....Fern was cute. Yes indeedy. And I can't forget Nelly. She was cute too.

Is it juss me or have toilet seats gotten colder?

I'm a member of the ---APC--!

Then again, I also co-founded the ---FHT---!

...and I'm a thriving participant of the ---NPL---!

Yeah....feel free to chop me.

WWRD?

Special K asked me if, when I do my art, I have some sort or inspiration. I told her half/half.
But it brought up a good point because I haven't had any real inspiration lately for anything hardcore.

Any.

They say, "Hey, don't hate the playa, hate the game!"

Well, I hate both. Saves time.

....and the purse is juss an extension of a girl's vagina?

She, my friend, was a Big witch with a capital B.

By the way, when did dressing slutty become a Halloween costume by default?

Yeah, that jokes kind of late, but its all good.

I'm not filthy rich, but I'm nowhere near broke.

She moves that ass like maracas!

Are you proud of your body?

'Cause I am!

Give me some sugar! I am your neighbor!

Supposedley, I dressed "hot" yesterday.

Instead of seeing-eye dogs, blind people should get guns. Its a lot cheaper and hell, I'd move out the way if a blind person walked around shooting all the time. Cars too!

Too much of us is what society has gone and asked. - But its all good 'cause they're looking for the best for the task. - They be looking for peeps who kick a lot of mental ass. - They surveying and watching my tier, that be the top cats.

Four-O, suckaaa! Watch out for this mamma-jamma!

"Mr. Zuckerman! Mr. Zuuuuuuuuuuuckermaaaaaaaan!"

Docking out...
-Ryan : AKA preterpluperfect, biotch!

Ryan posted this at 11:53 PM.