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Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
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| Time: | 9:52 pm. |
| Mood: |  nervous. | | Music: | ANAL VAPOR!!! WAS IT GASEOUS OR DO YOU NEED PAPER!!!!. |
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so one day i was walking along, and i saw this thing on the road. so i stoped and looked down at it. and my mom said, hey get away from that, it will eat you. it was the big blob of death and doom. then me and my mom gotten eaten by 32496 zombies and 93257 vampires and 324 ghosts. then, there was a bang and a clang. AND I WOKE UP AND SAW LAURAS BEAUTIFUL FAAAAACE!!!
THANK GOD!!!!!!!
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Saturday, March 26th, 2005
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alright. i had the most terrible sex of my entire life last night. that is all i have to say about that.
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Thursday, February 24th, 2005
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as-if-the-beat-uuas-never-broken
you-can-have-the-past-cuz-im-in-love-uuith-the-future
spicey-meatball
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Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
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| Time: | 12:26 pm. |
| Mood: | ya mama. |
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why cant we live so that nothing changes but the words and the weather
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Wednesday, January 12th, 2005
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Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
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she turned from the tv to her daddy and said, why are the poeple on the floor all covered in red? they were searchin for god but found religion instead. they were judged on their sins with no time to repent.
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Monday, September 13th, 2004
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he was confused about the situation and enviornment he was suddenlly abandoned in. yet determined to somehow make sense of it all. on the edge of his nose he picked up a familiar scent blowing on the breeze through his half opened window. digging deep into the exhausted backends of his mind he tried to place a finger on what exactly the fragrence was. his mind flashed back to 4th grade. mrs studdenheimer. the lady who used to grab the children and draw them closely and a bit too tightly into her bossom. her musty aroma would fill their nostrils and lungs and choke them until their eyes watered. the lucky one was he or she who could hold their breath through this kind hearted yet ill manored jesture of nurture. no. no. it couldnt be that. the smell was far too pleasant. far too sweet. he shuddered at the once thought forgotten memories that his searching brain brought back to him so vividly. he drew a long deep breath in. trying to insert the aroma into his mind. sunday morning came to mind. he saw his grandmother, over the stove. warming up the mornings serving of oatmeal. "itll keep you regular" he can almost hear her beautiful loving voice. in this tranec like state of remeberance he drew another long breath of the daydream world he was currently placed in. was it his grandmothers perfume. the sweet fragrence from the no name bottle that gave her a distinct warming and loving aroma. his mind went further back to days when he could cuddle up with her on the big blue rocking chair to hear a fanciful story of far off lands or of princes winning the hands of their princesses. what he remember most of those days was the pleasently drowning aroma that seemed to radiate from his grandmother like an inviting envigorating aura of love. oh how great it could be if his innocense would only return to him. just as he began to get comfortable in his grandmothers loving embrace, he was violently snapped back to reality by a brisk powerful knock on his bedroom door. "tell her to go home! get her out of my house!" suddenly it came to him. it was her. it was her all along. he couldnt have been further away from the turth than his wandering mind brought him. feeling content and accomplished and remebering that she was there he turned around to face her. his eyes quickly scanned the room. he felt his feeling of vigor and accomplish and contentment slowly drained off his face. she was gone. she must have slipped out the door. she was gone. why didnt he see her leave? he knew why. she wasnt there. she was never there to begin with. ::bang bang:: "open the door". why must they be knocking now his mind screamed to himself. im so close to her. shes just beyond my reach. ::bang bang:: "its 6 ocklock wake up. get out of that bed" his eyes slowly opened, and fluttered into focus. the blankets were wrapped tightly around him forming a warm safe nest that he never wanted to leave. "6 ocklock! get up" with a groan of exhaustion he slowly sad up in his bed. remembering the beautiful scent his eyes and ears perked up and he quickedly scanned the room. once again, a feeling of loss came across him. a dream he muttered. another dream.
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Thursday, June 17th, 2004
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| Time: | 6:21 pm. |
| Mood: |  happy. |
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finally something good to write about
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my parents are going away for a week. and seeing how my birthday was last week, im having the most gigantic birthday party. you are all invited. all your friends are invited. come for the booze, stay for the burgers, enjoy some tunes, and some fine looking ladies. kegs are being purchased. 5 dollars for a cup. come one come all. its time for a party.
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Thursday, June 10th, 2004
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
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evacuate. tear down these walls. burn this village. forget the memories. tear rooftops, smash glass. forget the memories it made.
but this citys still breathing, but barely..
these grounds arnt good enough for your feet. forget and replace. forget and replace. continue your path.
but
i want to breath and bleed
i want to live and love
i want to laugh and cry
i want to be alive.
be more than a name on a screen. more than a face on a page. more than a voice on the line.
so close your eyes. see without light
close your ears. listen without frequency
open your heart? no. thats too cliche'
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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004
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wash out this tired notion that the best is yet to come
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so you had your turn and you made it work
now I'm the laughing stock of your jokes
crazy as it may seem I cried for you when you
told me to date all of the things that made you end up in my life.
and I'll believe anything I have no luck with girls
I overheard that you were unhappy too
misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense
now your over and out
but you had your back turned as you faded away
at the end of my day I found out
you weren't worth what I thought of you
write this down in the diary you abuse
can we make plans can I just get throught to you
I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this
I wish...that you could share the love you'd shared with others, with me
this isn't love so forever let it go...forever will it burn
i wish i will never hurt again
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Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
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i just wanna wake up. i dont wanna feel like htis anymore.
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i crawled up to the edge of us
fumbleing for some kind of a grip
stumbling on the words that came out pleading "im sorry i am this"
i fell asleep on the road to nowhere,
taking turns that dont exist.
but i was spared to walk alone
pleading, "im sorry i am this"
i walked away with neither a tear nor a smile
wondering if im ever even missed
im still breathing, but am i still alive
pleading "im sorry i am this"
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forgotten memories of the summer will do
of times when you needed me and i hated you
but now that this love which we made is through
your the one hating me and im the one needing you
but with spring creeping up, the summer will ensue
and maybe youll need me and maybe ill hate you
but in such a short time, youve found someone new.
so will you ever really need me? and will i ever really hate you?
i should toughen up
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Monday, February 9th, 2004
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"...sometimes it's frustrating when there are people that you feel have decided that they want nothing to do with you and no matter what you do they're still really really cold to you. on one hand i just want to try to make things different but on the other hand i know i have no control over the situation..."
in other news court today. and court thursday. the case of the flag stealing, boxer short waving bandit.
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Sunday, December 14th, 2003
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i had a great weekend/ i had great feelings and great times. i realized just how close to someone it is possible to feel. when i look at her i feel as though im looking into a mirror. but not i see myself, but becaue i see a part of me. its hard to explain the way i feel. maybe you can relate to what im saying. i tripped saturday and thats how i came to realize this theory of mine. when im tripping i cant talk and hold a conversation with another none tripping person, its just not possible. but with her, i could. she was what kept me from loosing it at some points. i tripped real hard. it was a fun time though. i enjoyed realizing things about the way i feel. m. you discover something new about yourself everytime you indulge in that parallel reality. at least i do. ... so any whoo. me and tom went to amherst to hang out with people. me and tom had a goodtime doing crazy things. we had a good time too. only one more week. yup. so ya. i hate being home. i hate the people im around. i wish i had a car and enough money to move out. i dont need this anymore. i need to get... ya so anywyas. im set with writing for a bit. so ya.... bye
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Sunday, November 30th, 2003
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sometimes i feel lke just another. nothing more, nothing less. another forgotten memory? what seperates me. you tell me, but you cant tell me more. when all i need is more, never settling for something less. i settle but thoughts of last months news shiver my spine. and trying to predict the future is like predicting my death. i know it will happen, but when. and how? will it be quick and easy to take,forget,push aside like yesterdays paper to be forgotten, or slow and painfull like cement walled memories, trapping me to deal with until eternity becomes acid and eats through. im divided by what i feel, what i know, and what i need to feel. was darwin right. is it insinctive attration learn over eons, is it mere chemicals imbalancing the brain, toturing millions of hearts around the world or is it something more. is it above all that. do you breathe the air i breath. do you shed the same tears. does your heart feel the same pain? does your heart feel the same joy? am i wicked gay for writing this? possibly, but i feel better now. a little at least. for the answers ill go to the darkness. there they believe in a thing called love
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