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[May. 15th, 2004|10:12 pm] |
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why the fuck do i feel bad about this now? |
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| yeah dude |
[May. 11th, 2004|03:52 pm] |
strokes last night
fucking awesome
if you play guitar and don't just "play guitar" and live in the greater bay city area, comment |
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[May. 5th, 2004|03:46 pm] |
Fuck band bounce.
It's Wednesday and i am only thinking about the weekend.
This one has more potential than last one did,
but lets not speak too soon.
I always do.
This will be one of those normal journal entries where i say how my day/week went. Pretty fuckin shitty so far, buts its cool. Chris told me today that my most emo quaility is the fact that i don't love life. I disagree with thtat though, i do love life just in a much different way. I don't look at the sky and think wow that mother fucker is blue, how beautiful. I love life for the experience, and all the complaining i do about how shitty people are and how we are all fucked; i say why focus on the good stuff when you can fix the bad to make it perfect. Its hardly pessimistic, its hopefull. Be ready for f/a/t/e to come back, because we are going to fucking amaze.
comment about your favorite ninja turtle, the wings fucking losing, tangerines, identification cards, camping, eyes, cruntchy or creamy peanut butter, or ram a pirate day |
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[May. 3rd, 2004|02:54 pm] |
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fuck my "friends" man |
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| choke |
[May. 2nd, 2004|08:59 pm] |
jamais vu- the opposite of deja vu, when everyone and everything are strangers no matter how well you think you know them
weekend sorta blew, boring as hell
ungrounded
i don't know what i want, but i am pretty sure i know what i don't want |
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[Apr. 27th, 2004|08:54 pm] |
you might move slow, but this won't
you might think twice, i suggest you don't
i'll be the back windsheild
if you check the rear-view
but we all know how much you look behind you
too bad i have never been clear with my intentions
and the rarity of your glance means nothing to you
because i am about as clear as the scored glass
and you are about as vital as the yellow lines |
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| jokes on you |
[Apr. 25th, 2004|09:42 pm] |
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when its fucking over its still not done |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2004|11:05 pm] |
So i got grounded, originally it was for the whole school year, no tv, no internet, no license, amoung other things. However, now two days after i am eligible for parole next friday (depending on my new weekly progress reports from teachers). I also have the internet and tv. Pretty sweet.
You know you get bad grades when Haley Hoogland does better.
What have i turned into?
Anyway, keep it real guys. I think now that i am in a better mood, I won't be updating for a long time, if ever again. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2004|10:16 pm] |
someone make my lips feel better,
the inside of my upper lip is like shredded,
if hockey = awesome
then why does braces+hockey+= turbo gay? |
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| this is for you ali |
[Apr. 19th, 2004|10:23 pm] |
good fucking day
ortho
fuckin wind
hockey
little jazz band
more hockey
more dudes
the contrast from day to day man, it could kill you |
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[Apr. 18th, 2004|05:12 pm] |
i never really woke up today
fuck you
i have never slept so much
running up the dock past the guards and into shock
the day you died while i commited the favor you asked of me
you could say i wasn't fast enough
but i prefer that your effort is inadequet
the stairs get closer together the faster i run
i can see it draining from your IV
at the first landing from window one
my throat burns when i hit the second floor
here i am where they tell me how to speak my mind
now the favors done but you are out of time
first landing window one
the ground never looked so comfortable
the day the favor was commited
in hopes of what could save you killed you faster
but before i left i stole the IV that you slashed yourself
to remind me that it was your fault anyway |
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| you asked for words that rhyme but heres your prose instead |
[Apr. 16th, 2004|03:08 pm] |
i am red with your boredom
and i am bruised from your temporary
i will not gag you, just to hear you scream my name
nine miles above your watery grave
8 seconds till the blackout
2 verses till abandonment
1 word
there was a wire tap
so i have evidence
of all your false pretenses
dripping clear its saturated
count the sylables of innocent blood on your hands
they echo the number of ink stains beneath my finger nails
you might want to sit down for this
bury the fucking breathless |
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| why not |
[Apr. 15th, 2004|10:49 pm] |
I would like everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less.
Ask me anything you want, and I will answer.
Then I would like for you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. If you do not ask me questions and do this then you are not my friend, weiners. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2004|03:14 pm] |
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i logged in thinking i would update, but i have nothing to say |
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| GimmeAllYoDollaz: Hey, cutie. |
[Apr. 12th, 2004|09:59 pm] |
this break from gravity
is worth far less to me
everything passes
all it takes is time and everything passes
at first it sounds comforting until you realize that there are no exceptions
for the first time in my life i am alot different than i used to be
i am a completely different person than i was a year ago. I won't even bother trying to figure out if that is a good thing or a bad thing, because trying to figure somehting like that only makes liars out of people. As i am typing right now i am shaking because its so fucking cold, or is that why?
don't ask yourself questions when you know the answers are only land mines
it's shell shock
minus the drive-in, more like a drive-by
softness of her skin, coldness of her eyes
killing pretense, join the procession
a heartleses girl, her veil is black
my parents had my preist over for dinner on friday
it wasn't as awkward as you might think
can i sleep till summer
and when i wake can it be somewhere else |
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| there |
[Apr. 5th, 2004|03:47 am] |
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are no exceptions |
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| hm |
[Mar. 31st, 2004|05:59 am] |
just picked up the alexis cd, after wanting it since fucking august.
its awesome
so was fuckin gameworks at glc
then i get home
and you can all suck a fucking dick
seriously
today i realized
after you are going
as fast as you can
the only thrill left is stopping
as fast as you can
so change lanes quick
and don't look back
keep your foot down
and turn your wheel ever so slightly
at speeds like this your too receptive
i can already hear you screaming |
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[Mar. 25th, 2004|02:08 am] |
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looks like tomorrow is the last day as Five Across the Eyes. Sorry. You made it awesome. Things should be ok though... |
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[Mar. 21st, 2004|05:32 am] |
its all about the way the cracks in the sidewalk chase you when you look down
and its all about the way those very cracks are all that make up this town
and every time that i look down and see the errors that are carefully scratching at our heels i can't help but laugh
best night i have had in a long time |
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[Mar. 19th, 2004|06:20 am] |
talk about a night that sucked
as you chew and swallow your prescription of steel
i am thinking of how beautiful you are
when bleeding from your mouth and cheek
the only decency you can find
is from the inside of a syringe
and the only humility you own
is buried deep between the sutures
of an open gash you will born with
you will never heal |
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