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im back motha fuckers cooler than ever
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[16 Sep 2004|09:25pm] |
found one of your hairs
on my blue-hooded sweatshirt
the other day.
I thought it was mine, at first,
until I reached down
to pluck it off.
One long pale brown line of you--
it went on forever,
clinging to me until
the very last second,
the static between the two
practically unbreakable,
the bond holding them close,
as if by touch alone
they would never lose each other.
At the end of its length
your hair suddenly came free
from my blue-hooded sweatshirt,
and I hesitated a brief moment
before casting it into the wind.
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[09 Sep 2004|11:16pm] |
And what a fucking suprise angel,
I'm not your jesus,
I'm not your savior from the lake of fire,
burning your life.
So go ahead and cry,
if you think your that beautiful.
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[03 Sep 2004|02:19pm] |
Hurricane Frances = Surfs up duuddeee
I love you so so much.
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[25 Jul 2004|12:43am] |
Man oh man it's been awhile since I've updated.. everythings going pretty good.. im currently writing my own screenplay for my own low budget piece of shit independent film.. I got a new car.. i was having problems with a wacky sensor on my other stealth it downshifted after goin about 40.. so i got a new one.. shes diffrent and she's not turbo but shes better on gas and just as pretty!
Stealth ES twin overhead cam 24v, 250hp... she can eat up about 95% of everything on the road.. I don't like the paint im gonna repaint it I'm thinking neon green or red.. maybe black I don't know..It came with 18inch alloy rims.. power everything.. the interior is Leather and she's a little wider than my other one..
yeah yeah i was wasted ok...
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[13 Jul 2004|10:12pm] |
No one warned us..no one warned the heat from our lips would send blisters to our hearts, and the loudest screams of blue would interlude the faintest cries of muted stars you needed my shoulders to reach.
You've grown since then, you've learned to diffuse other mens whispers with your heart,and I hate you for this. I hate you for the walk we took along the beach, holding eachothers hearts swearing to whatever greater power we wouldn't let go, I saw it then, wrote into the sand like a hidden message. Fallacy.
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[07 Jul 2004|08:40am] |
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Nothin much lately.. been working on the script for my little "film".
I'm about 40% done.. I've been slacking. Lol I changed my icon AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE rocks my pants off man.. especially the moon people and Carl hahaha. This entry was really pointless but oh well.
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[01 Jul 2004|05:09am] |
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[30 Jun 2004|01:50am] |
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Nothing could fill this empty house
where old man grisom once lived.
Seems the stains on the bathroom floor
are now just evidence of our own mortality.
Why he had curtins and no windows I'll never be sure.
Maybe they were privacy screens to hide himself
from his own insecurities, he never spoke of these things.
The stairs he use to climb, the bed that squeeked.
If these walls could talk they wouldn't say a whole lot.
But the mirror on his ceiling would.
It could tell you stories of a vain man,
old and withered, longing for the lust of women
that were in any kind of disposition.
He wore his beard long, maybe to hide the scars.
Most of them visible only to his eyes,
eyes that were gray, maybe reflecting
his heart which was as witherd as his face.
The same face that now decorates the bathroom floor,
I made sure he wouldn't scream her name again.
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[24 Jun 2004|12:31pm] |
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"Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back"
-Nirvana, "Heart Shaped Box"
Lately I've been listening to alot of Nirvana,
It's funny how things change, I remember my mom used to blast "Nevermind" in the car, I was like 8,
and totally rocking along with the music not knowing
what the lyrics meant, just moving my head witht the song because I simply liked the sound.
I remember watching MTV and hearing the news "kurt Cobain dead at 27"
Not of it hit me though.. like the pieces were all their but I ignored them, it wasn't until my teens that I started realizing just how great that band was.
They ARE the fathers of modern-day alternative,
Cobain was an absolute genius and his lyrics were more like poetry than anything else.
It's a shame he's dead, I get a whole nostalgic feeling thinking about Nirvana, like man why couldn't I have been a teen when this shit came out.. I wish I had understood better back then, on how great their music is.
I think alot of these new pop-alternative-punk listeners really need to buy nirvana's cd's, and see where that unique sound came from.
I mean without nirvana we'd all still be listening to all that shitty 80's rock like poison, & motley crew.
So please if your not already familiar with nirvana download or buy this shit.
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[20 Jun 2004|08:59am] |
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My new car = Dodge Stealth RT/Twin Turbo 300hp = The Civic Eater
From now on every litte bitch with a civic I see on the road will have there asses handed to them.
I'm not exlcluding you chris.
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[13 Apr 2004|12:20am] |
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Well.. nothing really to write about, spring break rocked for the most part.. went top the beach talked to some chicks.. me and barbara are fine now also.. I think im going to attend my junior and sophmore years at school on the computer, im signing up for the virtual education program.. that way i can focus more on my writing and drawings, my aunt's writing a screenplay for HBO.. when it airs i don't know but i'll post a time and date when i get it.. she want's me to go to scalifornia with her, so I can see what it's liek to be on a movie set (acting is another one of my guilty pleasures).. everythings going fine, sorry i wrote this in a rush.. write back soon, love you guys<333
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[10 Apr 2004|03:15am] |
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"You break my heart into a thousand p i e c e s and you say it's because I deserve better?"
Here's a poem i wrote..
Title:None
She cries tonight..
bleeding salt from the pores of her eyes,
screaming everything fallacious he told her,
she screamed for nothing,
bare witness to her broken heart,
as she presents it on a silver platter,
he's muttering atrocities..
while she imagines pictures of savagery and fallacy on her wrists...
maybe he could see if she drew it out for him...
bitter remembrances of scars that took so long to heal..
maybe the stars will guide her..
maybe the stars will guide him..
maybe in a world of cruelty and chance, they can dance among the ashes of the unborn,
and breath eloquence back into love..
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[22 Mar 2004|01:34pm] |
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Hey everyone.. so yeah it's monday *feels depressed* i went home from school early my mom picked me up, i was sick *cough cough*.. thank god we only have 3 days of school this week.. lol the funniest shit happened today when i was in the bathroom pissing, some dude comes up right beside me to the toilet next to me and looks over and hes all like "dude your cute" and i was like "wtf lol, im trying to piss here man" .. yeah it was crazy.. i hope the rest of the week is better than today.. write later.. love you guys.
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[24 Feb 2004|06:01am] |
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Yeah so my day was shitty as fuck, and boring, I've been getting a real anxiety lately because im not sure what i want to do with my life and im constantly pressured to find something, I mean I loved skating and then I just stopped because of Brittany.. why am I so emotionally shallow that I have to have an intimate someone all the time, it's like I can never be alone, by myself, oh well. Anyways, im failing most of my classes, I hate school.. I don't want to go to college, why would i want to work half my life just so I can end up with some desk job making a medicore salary working for the "man". I hate that shit, college = overrated, school isn't for me.. nothing's for me, so many thing's interest me it's hard to do them all, and then when I concentrate on one thing for awhile I loose interest then im onto the next, i need to see a psych. Later.
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