Missed Crisis, maybe next time. 
So I went to call my dad long distance so I went to press 915 but my phone started beeping so I tried to hang up and redial. The next thing I know it's the police talking on the phone but the non emergency # so I told them it had to be an accident and nothing was wrong. I never got a hold of my dad, I've talked to him twice in the past 6 months. I jumped in the shower and hear pounding on my fucking door like you wouldn't believe and my dog was going crazy. I didn't rush though. It all stopped then 15 minutes later more pounding and obsessive ringing of the door bell. I was soaking wet and threw a towel over me and peaked into my door and of course it's the cops going even more crazy on my door. I thought they were going to bust down it down. I didn't open it though so they finally ended up leaving. Whatever.
I have to work tomorrow so no plans tonight. Can't get a hold of my husband but this is typical to run into him, argue, screw around, then not see or talk to each other for a few months. Then it happens again. Happens every time our discussion of a date to file for divorce comes up. It's getting stranger the more I ponder it. It's weird but I think he finds it pretty hysterical. So Thursday I want to go record shopping to buy some Sinatra, Nena, Crass, Conflict, and Pogues. I want ice cream and coffee. Can't wait until September and the Fall. I'm hoping to go to EL Paso for a week or two but I don't know. I heard I can't take any time off from work in October since it will be so busy. I'm going to buy a bunch of wigs for me and my best friend and take some pictures. Maybe post some up finally.
Maybe risque. So, I'm studying Irish and French and it's quite fun. So, again, what's your story?
She wakes up in the morning, the sun is shining in her face, turns her head around, she shrass the blanket on which the love embraced, she look out the window, It's a lovely day outside, she tells herself that things are fine, he pulls the sheets to cover his eyes. The essence of the fresh air, the garden held the love affair, thinking back their minds are torn in muddle and confusion, so far another sits, who tries to make the best of it, he don't know quite what's hit him, It's another love illusion. He gazes in his empty room eyes fixed upon her picture, the lonliness, the dejectedness, god how the fuck he's missed her, his eyes turn to the window, the military roar by, he wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky, what god had done for peace on earth, what man had destroyed from day of birth, they are concerned with feelings, just ashamed to cry and one mans plan to push the button makes others sacrifice the serenade is dead and now the only question is why?Why when we are young, we're told it's not right to love, told it's human nature and that comes from god above, as time moves on we realize that we all look from the pit, while a plan just hangs above us to keep us in the shit, because the minute we are born, we're told what's right and wrong, raised with certain morals, never mentioned in their songs, as we grow up we find out that the paths been neatly set, In a world of such destruction, we only can regret.Regrest that is the words of it, as we look for our way of it, why can't they understand we don't want any part of it? The pain they create everyday, that just ain't gonna go away, we've got to stick together but still your asking why? The system stands strong, as our movement starts to crumble, the pressure we once held, has just turned to a rumble, they've got us where they want us, and you'll just accept that well don't you think it's time, we started to hit back. They are the enemy, they want a rops around your neck, and if they will go that far, then what the fuck is next? Forget the revolutin, we've heard it all before, heard all the promises of 1984, It's an impossible task, "oh yes", It stands before us all. well maybe you'll believe it when your backs against the ...wall.
just a song..........
So I went to call my dad long distance so I went to press 915 but my phone started beeping so I tried to hang up and redial. The next thing I know it's the police talking on the phone but the non emergency # so I told them it had to be an accident and nothing was wrong. I never got a hold of my dad, I've talked to him twice in the past 6 months. I jumped in the shower and hear pounding on my fucking door like you wouldn't believe and my dog was going crazy. I didn't rush though. It all stopped then 15 minutes later more pounding and obsessive ringing of the door bell. I was soaking wet and threw a towel over me and peaked into my door and of course it's the cops going even more crazy on my door. I thought they were going to bust down it down. I didn't open it though so they finally ended up leaving. Whatever.
I have to work tomorrow so no plans tonight. Can't get a hold of my husband but this is typical to run into him, argue, screw around, then not see or talk to each other for a few months. Then it happens again. Happens every time our discussion of a date to file for divorce comes up. It's getting stranger the more I ponder it. It's weird but I think he finds it pretty hysterical. So Thursday I want to go record shopping to buy some Sinatra, Nena, Crass, Conflict, and Pogues. I want ice cream and coffee. Can't wait until September and the Fall. I'm hoping to go to EL Paso for a week or two but I don't know. I heard I can't take any time off from work in October since it will be so busy. I'm going to buy a bunch of wigs for me and my best friend and take some pictures. Maybe post some up finally.
Maybe risque. So, I'm studying Irish and French and it's quite fun. So, again, what's your story?
She wakes up in the morning, the sun is shining in her face, turns her head around, she shrass the blanket on which the love embraced, she look out the window, It's a lovely day outside, she tells herself that things are fine, he pulls the sheets to cover his eyes. The essence of the fresh air, the garden held the love affair, thinking back their minds are torn in muddle and confusion, so far another sits, who tries to make the best of it, he don't know quite what's hit him, It's another love illusion. He gazes in his empty room eyes fixed upon her picture, the lonliness, the dejectedness, god how the fuck he's missed her, his eyes turn to the window, the military roar by, he wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky, what god had done for peace on earth, what man had destroyed from day of birth, they are concerned with feelings, just ashamed to cry and one mans plan to push the button makes others sacrifice the serenade is dead and now the only question is why?Why when we are young, we're told it's not right to love, told it's human nature and that comes from god above, as time moves on we realize that we all look from the pit, while a plan just hangs above us to keep us in the shit, because the minute we are born, we're told what's right and wrong, raised with certain morals, never mentioned in their songs, as we grow up we find out that the paths been neatly set, In a world of such destruction, we only can regret.Regrest that is the words of it, as we look for our way of it, why can't they understand we don't want any part of it? The pain they create everyday, that just ain't gonna go away, we've got to stick together but still your asking why? The system stands strong, as our movement starts to crumble, the pressure we once held, has just turned to a rumble, they've got us where they want us, and you'll just accept that well don't you think it's time, we started to hit back. They are the enemy, they want a rops around your neck, and if they will go that far, then what the fuck is next? Forget the revolutin, we've heard it all before, heard all the promises of 1984, It's an impossible task, "oh yes", It stands before us all. well maybe you'll believe it when your backs against the ...wall.
just a song..........
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