i doN’t thInk

i don’t think i’m a good person.

i don’t think i’m smart

i don’t think i’m funny

i don’t think i’m talented, or good-looking, or helpful

i don’t think i’m strong

i don’t think i’m fast

i don’t think i’m good at anything

except

goodnight

no more music here

i’ve put up a new website at http://www.clippedwingsband.com/. New music will be placed there. Short stories, poems, and blog updates will still be here, though. eventually.

Imperfect (New Short Story)

I wrote this for an english class.

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Imperfect

By Alec Machet

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming as she pulled the cigarette from it’s box. She raised it up to her mouth, covering it with her hands.
Click. Click.
The faint sound of her lighter.
“This is my last one,” she said through gritted teeth. “I promise.” Then she inhaled, and the glowing red tip intensified until it was a bright orange color. She lowered the cigarette to her side and shot another look over her shoulder before playfully blowing the smoke upward, moving forward, half dancing. When it had been used up, she flicked the butt into the brush near the single-wire fence and pulled a stick of gum from her pocket.
“So how are you?” she asked, leaning up against the car beside me.
“I’m okay, I guess.”
She looked at me. Her blue eyes still and piercing for a brief second, and then shimmering.
“Just okay?” She asked
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Be happy.”
“I’ll try.”
“No. Don’t try. Be happy.” she laughed.
I smiled.
“Okay.”
“Okay!” she wrapped her arms around me, and her long blond hair tickled my nose a little. Then she swung back to where she was leaning and held out her hand.
I took her hand, and she ran her red, sore fingers in between mine. Her scabbed fingernails caught my eye and I smiled more.”
“I love your hands.” I said.
“I hate them, they’re disgusting.”
“No they’re not. They’re yours.”
“Whatever,” she laughed quietly, and let out a small sigh, “it’s pretty out tonight.”
“Yeah,” I looked up at the sky. It was cloudy out, and there were only a few dimly visible stars out. A cold breeze picked up, and I shivered a little bit.
She moved closer to me.
Her fingers tapped on the back of my hand, and I squeezed hers, my fingernails digging into it. She gasped and looked up at me, her top teeth visible as she smiled wide, biting her bottom lip.
“Sir?”
I laughed, “Yeah?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” she smiled bigger and I relaxed my grip on her hands. She let out her breath and looked down at her feet briefly. I moved in even closer until we were squished up against each other. I put my arm around her soft shoulders and took her other hand. She laid her head on my chest.
By then some of the clouds had shifted, and the stars were shining through brightly.
“I love stars,” I whispered.
“Me too.”
I blinked, slowly, closing my eyes for a few seconds. Her hand tightened around mine again, and she slowly lifted her head. She looked up at me and laughed.
“Why do you like me?” She said.
“Because you’re you.”
“Yeah, and I’m awful.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’m loud and annoying.”
“So? That’s one of the things I like about you.”
“Okay,” her voice trailed off, “what time is it?”
“Probably about time to go, I guess.”
“Yeah.”
We got in the car. I sat behind her, and the trees started moving above us; the ground started moving below. The stars faintly flickered through the treetops out the windows until we made it back to the main road.
I ran my fingers through her hair, slowly, and she leaned back in her seat to accommodate me. Then I wound up a portion, made a loose fist, and pulled gently. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip.
“Okay. That’s good,” she said.
“Okay.”
She turned around and looked at me, her top teeth showing, still biting her bottom lip and laughing, “how are you?”
“I’m better.”
“Good. Why were you not better earlier?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie.”
“If I figure it out I’ll tell you.”
“Whatever.”
We pulled into my driveway. I opened my door and she opened hers. She pulled me close to herself and wrapped her arms around me.
“Have a nice night,” she said.
“You too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Cool.”
She let go of me, and those beautiful blue eyes stared at me. Her mouth twitched slightly, and she took a step forward. Then she looked away. She took a step back, blinked, and started to get back into the car. She rested her hand on the inside handle.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming as she pulled the cigarette from it’s box. She raised it up to her mouth, covering it with her hands.Click. Click.The faint sound of her lighter.“This is my last one,” she said through gritted teeth. “I promise.” Then she inhaled, and the glowing red tip intensified until it was a bright orange color. She lowered the cigarette to her side and shot another look over her shoulder before playfully blowing the smoke upward, moving forward, half dancing. When it had been used up, she flicked the butt into the brush near the single-wire fence and pulled a stick of gum from her pocket.“So how are you?” she asked, leaning up against the car beside me.“I’m okay, I guess.”She looked at me. Her blue eyes still and piercing for a brief second, and then shimmering.“Just okay?” She asked“Yeah.”“No.”“No?”“No. Be happy.”“I’ll try.”“No. Don’t try. Be happy.” she laughed.I smiled.“Okay.”“Okay!” she wrapped her arms around me, and her long blond hair tickled my nose a little. Then she swung back to where she was leaning and held out her hand.I took her hand, and she ran her red, sore fingers in between mine. Her scabbed fingernails caught my eye and I smiled more.”“I love your hands.” I said.“I hate them, they’re disgusting.”“No they’re not. They’re yours.”“Whatever,” she laughed quietly, and let out a small sigh, “it’s pretty out tonight.”“Yeah,” I looked up at the sky. It was cloudy out, and there were only a few dimly visible stars out. A cold breeze picked up, and I shivered a little bit.She moved closer to me.Her fingers tapped on the back of my hand, and I squeezed hers, my fingernails digging into it. She gasped and looked up at me, her top teeth visible as she smiled wide, biting her bottom lip.“Sir?”I laughed, “Yeah?”“Don’t do that.”“Why not?”“I don’t know,” she smiled bigger and I relaxed my grip on her hands. She let out her breath and looked down at her feet briefly. I moved in even closer until we were squished up against each other. I put my arm around her soft shoulders and took her other hand. She laid her head on my chest.By then some of the clouds had shifted, and the stars were shining through brightly.“I love stars,” I whispered.“Me too.”I blinked, slowly, closing my eyes for a few seconds. Her hand tightened around mine again, and she slowly lifted her head. She looked up at me and laughed.“Why do you like me?” She said.“Because you’re you.”“Yeah, and I’m awful.”“No you’re not.”“I’m loud and annoying.”“So? That’s one of the things I like about you.”“Okay,” her voice trailed off, “what time is it?”“Probably about time to go, I guess.”“Yeah.”We got in the car. I sat behind her, and the trees started moving above us; the ground started moving below. The stars faintly flickered through the treetops out the windows until we made it back to the main road.I ran my fingers through her hair, slowly, and she leaned back in her seat to accommodate me. Then I wound up a portion, made a loose fist, and pulled gently. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip.“Okay. That’s good,” she said.“Okay.”She turned around and looked at me, her top teeth showing, still biting her bottom lip and laughing, “how are you?”“I’m better.”“Good. Why were you not better earlier?”“I don’t know.”“Don’t lie.”“If I figure it out I’ll tell you.”“Whatever.”We pulled into my driveway. I opened my door and she opened hers. She pulled me close to herself and wrapped her arms around me.“Have a nice night,” she said.“You too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Cool.”She let go of me, and those beautiful blue eyes stared at me. Her mouth twitched slightly, and she took a step forward. Then she looked away. She took a step back, blinked, and started to get back into the car. She rested her hand on the inside handle.“Goodnight.”“Goodnight.”

Soco Amaretto Lime (Brand New Cover)

I’m not good with intros so just enjoy ok?
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Hate Rains Down Clean

I have gotten requests to record a clean version of Hate Rains Down (see my last post). Here you go:

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Two New Songs

I have two new songs. The first one is an original song by me:

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The second is a cover of Coheed and Cambria’s Blood Red Summer. It’s a little rough, but get over it.

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Restoration in four easy days!

Okay so this weekend I spent about thirty hours downloading four isos. Afterwards, I went home and, while deleting some worthless files from my home folder, accidently deleted my downloads folder. “Well damn,” I sighed as I prepared to not touch that filesystem for the next day, prepared to go online and search for a windows-based file restoration program that could handle ext2 filesystems. Unfortunately, there aren’t many of those available, and of the ones I’ve found, none so far were actally what I was looking for, so unless the one I’m trying now delivers on it’s promises, I might just have to give us. Wish me luck, internet. I’ll need it.
P.S. I know I’m a nerd. I’ll get over it.

–UPDATE–

It didn’t work x_x. Looks like if I want it I’ll have to download it again.

Tropical Humour

(I wrote this about 2 weeks ago but my email thing isn’t working. There’s no good FAQ online x_x)

Also about how I really do have nothing better to write about, so here goes So to say weather here sucks would be misleading because it’s not always that bad. In fact, it changes so much that half the time it’s what most people around here call “too cold,” even though it’s ten to twenty degrees above freezing and therefore the perfect temperature where you don’t freeze to death while also being comfortably dry. Actually, to me, the words “too cold” should never be used in the same sentence because there’s no such thing as too cold, because when you get inside and warm up, you’re comfortable.
You the reader may wonder where I’m trying to go with this and I promise you there’s a point to this and that’s that it was ungodly amounts of hot today. I mean the kind of day where I got home and had to take my shirt off because it felt like I had had a chance encounter with a sprinkler system, and nobody- but nobody- likes an angry and uncomfortable Alec.

What? A Faux-Domain?

So I got tired of having to spell out my domain name anytime anybody asks anything about my website, and I got one of those free, pointy domains, mostly for people who haven’t been here before, and then can see how it’s supposed to be spelled. You can now get to this website via alec.xt.cx.

Also I promise real updates soon. Lot of crap on my plate, and by that I mean I am one of the most lazy people on the face of the Earth and am suffering from a major case of writer’s block which is effecting my fiction and poetry as well as my juice for rants. And anytime I feel like ranting on something I’m nowhere near a web browser. I’m experimenting updating this blog via email so that I can update with my cell phone, but it’s not going so well, despite PopnupBLOG’s supposed feature for supporting that. x_x

Laugh

hate
hacks
hailing &
harrassing the
harrowing
happiness, open the
hatch & throw in the bomb, ‘cos we
have no more
happiness now

so laugh
laugh
just throw back your head and laugh
there’s a reason to fear all these
and their stares
but just laugh as you fade away
laugh as you cry today

haha, can’t you see what is
happening to me?
have you prepared to hide in the
hallowed
halls? why is this
happening? why is this
happening?

so laugh
laugh
just throw back your head and laugh
there’s a reason to fear all of these
and their stares
but just laugh as you fade away
laugh as you cry today

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