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I'm Wayne Brady...bitch.

Everyone thinks I'm gay.
I swear I'm not.

I just got a DUI because I crashed my car into a snowbank and passed out in it. They say I have a drinking problem, so I told them the only time I have a drinking problem is when I can't get a drink. But then I've been listening to Tom Wait and crying alot recently. See, I'm man enough to admit I can cry....
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I don't believe in God, but if he does exist I definitely believe that he is an underacheiver. I don't believe in George Bush either, I think he is a hologram, or at least a low-grade robot.
Two days ago I crashed my first brand new car. It is totalled. I ran a stop sign. It only had just under five thousand miles on it...
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In the twenty-one years of life Ive been so far allotted on this spacious green pasture of earth, I have thus far crashed and destroyed two automobiles, one Nissan 240sx and one Honda Civic, both stick shifts and both not completely belonging to me. No one was killed. Although one poor young black man from East Orange suffered a compound fracture of the lower leg....
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Story book enlightenment. Black and white pictures hung uncentered on the fleshy galleries of the soul. Moving to the silent vibrations of the universe, as if the stars were covering a Leonard Cohen song and only I can hear them singing low and deep across the vacant reaches of dark crystal space.
I'm need some kind of escape. I've been looking for you for two...
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hillbilly666:

check out the song lyric i wrote in my journal.....and post your comments or add a verse if you'd care to.
I think you'll dig the sentiment.
Sean

Dec 1, 2003

thursday:

ever read 'naked' by david sedaris? there's a short story in there called 'c.o.g.' that you might like.

Dec 4, 2003

One...

If I were a carpenter
I would carve
A wooden box
To hold your heart in
And hide it
Behind a bookshelf
Where neither
Man nor God
Could find it

Our bodies
Are our blasphemy

Two..

Your whisper
Is armor
Against
Thier armies

I rest my destiny
Where you speak softly
A tribe of shadows
Lurking just
Beneath your
Breath

And I cannot breathe...
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So, I haven't been online in like three months, because I drove to Steamboat Springs, CO and got stranded for an unbearably long time and spent alot of time sleeping and drinking and doing drugs and formulating escape plans. I finally ghetto rigged my car to make it to San Diego (by putting a broken pencil in the air intake of my carburator) and thats...
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An airplane en-route to anywhere
Shakes the walls of my bedroom
The migration of technology
Echoes across paranoid taste buds

I like it when summer fades this way
Slowly dying, not even putting up a fight.

I'm sick of waiting tables. The doldrom of working class existence is pressing heavily upon me. I wake up, go to work all day, get home and am too tired to go out. Then I go to sleep and I have terrible dreams about work. Vividly haunting night terrors where I've forgotten beverages for all my tables and everyone I'm serving is an ex-girlfriend. I...
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morgan:

the first paragraph you wrote in my journal is so EXACTLY how I feel. I hate to say "nothing is sacred"...but that's how I feel. I guess I'm just generally sick of the media making our deepest emotions marketable. It's not the way it should be. It makes everything real seem petty.

I really liked your comment in my journal in general. It's how I feel almost all the time. I'm glad someone else is as angry about it as I am.

Sep 2, 2003

Okay, first entry...breaking the proverbial ice.

It sucks being the new kid on the block.

You know, I wish I could meet sexy intelligent pariahs outside the cyber realm. My primitivist nature makes it difficult for me to be here...I feel like I'm cheating on my anti-consumer, technologically-paranoid morals by having just stared at a computer screen for the last three hours. Thankfully that computer...
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