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[07 Nov 2005|01:31am] |
Holy shit! I still have a live journal?
Anywho. Yeah I guess I haven't posted in like...fucking months. So here we go. I'm thinking about taking a year off from college and working full time at the BB Lounge. AND YES AMANDA I WILL GO BACK!
Enough with the facts, more with the lecturing. My thoughts are, what about the present? About the now? We're taught that early in our lives we're building up to some kind of a massive climax. (Innuendo ho!). What is that? Work your entire life so that you can retire with lots of money, and your kids can have lots of money and waste it the fuck away so that their kids have to work their entire lives for the next generation to spend all the cash. It's all about the fucking money isn't it? Why don't we just consider the simple fact that the now, the present, is where we ought to be thinking. This very fucking moment is not preparation for some enjoyment to have in the future, some massive empire, some monument to our existence in the world. Your place is now, enjoy the now, stop and smell the fuckin' coffie! WOO!
Allright. I'm set with that. Anywho...Hey Matthew Tucker, A.K.A. Lurch is now living with me. He needed a place to stay in refuge from this great fuckin' hurricane season we've been having. So if you want to find Tucker he's right here in the Vineyards, 971 Fountain Run. I'm not sure how long he's staying but. Yeah I'll probably post something about it if he moves out. Yeah. Well. I don't feel like writing anymore. Heres your fucking climax. -confetti-
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[17 Sep 2005|05:27am] |
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Life is short. Life is shit. And soon it will be over! - Old Proverb
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| Leaving |
[11 Jul 2005|02:08pm] |
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I'm leaving again. This time for Canada for ten days. I'm attending a wedding that I chopped all of my fucking hair off for ><. Yeah it's pretty horrific. Agonizing. Yargh. My angst is intense.
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[05 Jul 2005|03:29am] |
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Hey everyone. I'm sorry I haven't posted etc in awhile. I've been a total recluse this summer and I haven't really hung out with many people. Well I'm gonna make a conscious effort to actually chill with some of you before we all go our seperate ways, school, college what have you. So just leave me a comment and I'll give you a call, or you can just call me. 450-7982.
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| Raisin' Hell |
[10 Jun 2005|10:11pm] |
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunchbell rings
The king will be praised and hell will be raised
S s s suckers try to phase us but it won't be phased
So what's your name? DMC, the king is me
Your high-ness or his majesty
Now you can debate, c c c contemplate
But you can't imitate DMC the great
Dissin' all the devils causin havoc hell
At a very high level base and treble shall yell
High in the heavens is our sound supreme
So clear the the ear it is sometimes seen
So loud like a cloud with thunder and lightning
So proud to the crowd it is somewhat frightening
No calm in the storm like a beast unleashed
There's no stopping 'cause the rocking cannot cease
Break
You see it's sort-a been hard, not one big song
Courageous and contageous so you better break North
Now I call on a road did you hear me call
Just listen what I'm dissing cause you're pissin' me off
Cold beading is spreading all across your face
You can take when I'm break and if that's the case
I go on and on and kick the bass
So back up of the cut while I take my taste (?)
It's like a praise when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that you all stand dazed
The unbelieving receiving profecy's so true
I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you
My mighty mic control already brought his soul
The rock king is so bold when he rocks´n´rolls
A black hat is my crown symbolising the sound
Signifying, we won't play around
Bust it.
Rappin' and climbin', beat makin' every day
No synthesizer sound so silence when I say
I am great, get it straight, 'cause that's my fate
My name is Run I'm number 1 That's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass and style and grace
His name is Jay he's here to play and with this race
He's off the wall on the ball his name is D
Kind of tall yet sh'all he's down with me (sh'all - I assure you all)
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by D
I don't sing, I bring, much delight
Like a star shining bright in the darkest night
If you are cold I'll bring you heat
Like I brought the whole world my funky beat
Mysterious and serious I ain't no joke
Fire from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke
Kickin' and tickin' while you're havin' a ball
Like chicken finger lickin' I'll be fickin' you off
Don't do the bird have you heard? Did they give you a call
Just me and DMC cold shakin' the wall
There's no fearin' when hearin' sound of this kind
Accross the land every man is goin' out of his mind
On the face of the earth spreadin' like disease
contaminating, infiltrating like a horde of bees
Lord of lyrics, duke of discussion
Ruler of rock, and king of cold crushin'
Ruler of people, controller of crowds
Lingering, lyrical, lasting and loud
Left y'all ah to the left y'all
because I'm rock upon the mic real def y'all
And to the right y'all ah to the right y'all
because I rock upon the mic all night y'all
You see I want respect when I'm correct
they're all like a ball that I have checked
And the shots they take have no effect
Some punk tried to dump but he broke his neck
Cause I rock harder and I get farther
You wanna battle D? hey please don't bother
To waste your time messin' with my rhyme
The only kick you'll get out of it is in the behind
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[06 Jun 2005|10:41pm] |
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I'm back. Wee.
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[01 Jun 2005|04:17pm] |
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I'm out, I'm going to Canada. I'll be back Monday. Peace.
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| Officially Enamored |
[25 May 2005|06:40pm] |
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I have an announcement to make....
This has been a serious issue for me for many years and It's taken a lot of strength and courage to finally bring myself to say it. I just want you all to know that I'm going to realize who my true friends are once I say this. If you ditch me I don't care anymore! Here it goes....
I'm pregnant.
hahaha I got you reading it didn't I...
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[25 May 2005|06:26pm] |
It's like a Koala crapped a rainbow in my brain!
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[22 May 2005|11:30pm] |
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Eat cake on a sushi plate.
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[22 May 2005|01:27am] |
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Life is good.
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| Gouge Away |
[19 May 2005|10:11pm] |
gouge away
you can gouge away
stay all day
if you want to
missy aggravation
some sacred questions
you stroke my locks
some marijuana
if you got some
gouge away
you can gouge away
stay all day
if you want to
sleeping on your belly
you break my arms
you spoon my eyes
been rubbing a bad charm
with holy fingers
gouge away
you can gouge away
stay all day
if you want to
chained to the pillars
a 3-day party
i break the walls
and kill us all
with holy fingers
gouge away
you can gouge away
stay all day
if you want to
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| Silence |
[16 May 2005|04:21pm] |
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In loving memory of Mary Mack.
1978-2005
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[15 May 2005|09:23pm] |
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[13 May 2005|09:39pm] |
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I feel mixed like a girly drink on a saturday night, at a little bar, on a little island in god who cares carribean. Dry faced overly tanned men in alco-poco shirts sipping it down like a life line. Allways decorative and overly, almost sickeningly flashy, neons and rediculous pink flamingo style etched in the walls and permeating the smokey atmosphere. One man looks more dehydrated and exhausted than the rest, fanning himself in the corner with some cheap eastern fan that he probably bought at the local market thinking it was authentic local crap. But the authentic local crap sucked worse than the foreign crap so it was probably best that he accepted the rip off. He doesn't know what love is. He doesn't know what to think about euthenasia. He doesn't think much about the government, or politics at all for that matter. All he knows is that the little girly drink gives him that nostalgic sick feeling that he allways enjoyed. No one knows why, especially someone as oblivious as him. He wipes the sweat from his brow, the hot sick summer night suffocating everyone around him, the smell of spices burning his lungs as he sucks in the moist smoked out air. And all he can think about is how much he enjoys that drink, and how he wonders what could have been, staring into his swishy lemon colored ice meshed concoction, seeing the patterns he took and repeated, only entirely unable to understand them.
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| Another Pointless Quiz |
[12 May 2005|08:37pm] |
You are a maniac
killer.
It doesn't matter who they are and what they
have or haven't done. You still want to kill
them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun.
Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe
you have some sort of mental problems or you
are this way because of previous deep scars,
only you know. But now you are sadistic and
maybe you only like to see a special group of
people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are
not the most social person in the bunch and
people think you are weird. That bothers you
somewhat but atleast you can entertain yourself
with daydreaming about killing them. After all,
they have no idea what's coming.
Main weapon: Explosives and torture
equpiment
Quote: "Insanity: a perfect
rational adjustment to an insane world" -
R.D. Lang
Facial expression: Wicked smile
What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures + detailed answeres]
brought to you by Quizilla
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| Self Converse |
[11 May 2005|08:38pm] |
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I can feel it creeping up again.
Attatchment on a complicated level.
Allready?
Yeah Allready.
That's fucked.
I know.
So what am I going to do about it?
What can you do?
Nothing.
Right...nothing.
Yeah...enjoy the roller coaster.
Okay. Sounds fine.
I hope I don't get sick....
You'll be fine...
Do I get a picture at the end?
Sure...I think...
But don't those cost like 15.00 bucks?
Yep.
Fuck that.
Yeah...fuck that.....
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[10 May 2005|09:57pm] |
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Rubbish, So I don't think anymore I just do it. I don't try anything, I just do it. This isn't a Nike commercial, just do it. I'm thinking of leaving the country! Just do it. I don't understand how people can be so ignorant. How can I be so ignorant? I'm ignorant as to why they are ignorant so I guess that makes me ignorant too. We're all oblivious.
erm....none of this makes sense....
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