I know it's clichd, but oh well.
I keep thinking that no one gives a rats ass.
I keep thinking that no one gives a rats ass.
I ran into an OLD friend the other day. Not old as in she's 86, old as in I haven't seen her in about 3 years. I remember her with short, spiky bleach blonde hair. She was a silly girl, and by far one of the coolest people I think I ever met.
I go to Subway for lunch yesterday, and behind the register is...
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His eyes could not stay open. It seemed like the veils to the windows of his soul had acquired a personality, and no matter how he fought, they would not let him see. He knew it was only a matter of time until they closed, and did not open again. The headlights of oncoming traffic beckoned his doom should he wander off into the nether-realms...
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Sleep Strikes again.
Here I am about 20 hours after I meant to write an entry. I meant to take a short nap, and when I woke up, I found more sleep to important to pass up. I apologize. Heh, I was about 4 minutes late to work because of this damned need for rest.
Things are going well. Thanks to the help of some...
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Here I am about 20 hours after I meant to write an entry. I meant to take a short nap, and when I woke up, I found more sleep to important to pass up. I apologize. Heh, I was about 4 minutes late to work because of this damned need for rest.
Things are going well. Thanks to the help of some...
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ambrosio:
Dig the designs. I've been procrastinating on tattoos for... well, a long time. I've received some artist recommendations from this site, that I wanna check out.
I have something to say to you. You know who you are. Short of a Scream to the face, this will do:
fuck you.
Just because.
fuck you.
Just because.
ambrosio:
Hey, just dropping a line to let you know I'm not ignoring your last post to the Survival Machines group. Been busy with other replies, and trying to maintain my life outside of SG (I can't believe I'm implying I have a life within SG).
Later.
Later.
ambrosio:
Replied. Gotta crash. Later.
Btw, I love the feel of a handgun (I'm partial to a Glock 17). "But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd." [winks]
Btw, I love the feel of a handgun (I'm partial to a Glock 17). "But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd." [winks]
We sit together as we used to, staring at the TV screen. A Movie from the past before us, and the past between us makes this a movie of itself. The film has finished, and I, tired from the struggle, have been battling sleep for the two hours of its life. You mention you need to go to bed so you can go to work...
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Good day, today.
I called in si--- I mean, I was sick today, and HAD to miss work, otherwise I wold have gotten everyone else sick. yeah, Thats it.
It was a good emotional holiday. I finally was able to enjoy myself for the first time since the Ex and I split. I didn't do anything, but I feel like the day was so productive,...
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I called in si--- I mean, I was sick today, and HAD to miss work, otherwise I wold have gotten everyone else sick. yeah, Thats it.
It was a good emotional holiday. I finally was able to enjoy myself for the first time since the Ex and I split. I didn't do anything, but I feel like the day was so productive,...
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Sleep, how I loathe thee. My post last night was taken away by the demon in my dreams who keeps my eyes closed. I went to sleep with the intentions of a short nap. I woke up to my alarm about 2 hours later, and turned it off, looked around, and wandered back to my bed. To anybody who may or may not notice this...
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Something on the ground
you catch vision grand
deliver and compound
the masquerade within your hand.
If you feel you must be free
then fly
hurt once upon a time
now die
In the end the questions bloom
you'll lie
you catch vision grand
deliver and compound
the masquerade within your hand.
If you feel you must be free
then fly
hurt once upon a time
now die
In the end the questions bloom
you'll lie
"Can't you see what's happening here?" Her voice echoed off of the dull gray walls, and shortly thereafter silence consumed the room.
The truth was that she was alone. A single solitary hair hanging before her eyes. She blinked to test it's permeance, and found it remained. In that moment she realized a brutal fact that had not yet occurred to her. The swirling green...
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The truth was that she was alone. A single solitary hair hanging before her eyes. She blinked to test it's permeance, and found it remained. In that moment she realized a brutal fact that had not yet occurred to her. The swirling green...
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It's kinda funny: I have permission to conceal, but no, I don't own one (there are reasons), although I stand to inherit a 17 (and several high-cap magazines!), someday. Still, it's sometimes nice to know I can quickly acquire one should it become necessary.
I think it's the "simple and effective" I like about the Glockits artlessnessalthough I do appreciate your appreciation of artistic craftsmanship.