Thursday Oct 07, 2004

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Something bit me.

I'm not sure what it was.

It wasn't something physical.

But I can feel it in my veins.

I fear for my veins.

And my health.
poem:
that was so beautifully poetic

Sunday Sep 12, 2004

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Imagine a doorway to a obscured reflection. A window into an alien landscape. Our world, yet much older and much more advanced.

Strange echoes, hollow noises come from the pitch black stairway beyond. You take a small step. The smell of must grips you and you hesitate only a moment, before closing your eyes and taking another step forward. You make your way down the...
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poem:
You can pay with a checks too, if you have those wink

Friday Sep 03, 2004

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I don't update this nearly enough. Maybe because this a counter-culture site and I'm so counter that I'm beyond pop-culture and somewhere thousands of miles away even farther in this little land of crazy impalas shaped like cultures.

Or maybe I just get online enough anymore.

Friday Aug 20, 2004

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I haven't posted here in a while, but it's just this stupid...thing I have going on.

Maybe someone can make sense of it.
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optimistickid:
what is "fringes"? a search on amazon turns up no bands named fringes. i also can't find a frou frou song named "fringes".
optimistickid:
haha, i just realized that fringes was another user who posted in my journal. sorry smile

Tuesday Jul 27, 2004

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i'm going to be personal for two points:

1: i'm addicted to being irresponsible. i just can't focus on anything, especially the things i love. i just can't get enough ambition to do anything that doesn't evolve staring at a screen for hours on end. i want to write, but i get bored. i want to draw, but i get bored. i want to be...
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april:
aww, thanks. thats sweet wink

-ape kiss

Saturday Jul 24, 2004

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there's only one thing i hate more than waking up early on the weekend. and that is...waking up early on the weekend because you feel guilty.

i feel so horribly guilty, as if i should be up and doing things. but there isn't anything to do...well, scratch that, there's a shitload to do, but i don't want to. is that so hard? I just don't...
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Thursday Jul 22, 2004

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was disconnected for a while, but i'm obviously back. it's hard to update your suicidegirls journal at the library. i didn't even attempt. the last thing i need is the conservative librarian to see me on a "porn" site.

(fun fact: her children are not allowed to watch tv, see any type of movie that's sci-fi/fantasy/horror, or play videogames...she's certain they're all going to hell...
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Saturday Jul 17, 2004

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[ mood | killing me slowly ]
[ music | depeche mode/ erasure/ omd/ the cure megamix (16:49) ]

the story is coming out, filled with venom. i don't know why i feel this need to aim my writing like a gun.

people say i'm paranoid, but everything i predict comes true. every suspicion, every revelation i have ends up becoming canon in my story....
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graven:
i think if i wanted to have the best picture it would be picturing a nightclub where four hundred pound black vampires rip apart the bush administration while pissing on ronny's corpse on one stage, while i'm the sole male in a bondage video with 666 goth girls on stage 2. oh, and nine inch nails are playing on stage 3.

but maybe my imagination is going nuts from lack of sleep.

i love the sheep farmer idea, though... biggrin

I SHOULD BE WRITING.
crypticrapture:
well duh! caffeine is an addicting stimulant!! wink
pictures of the new case and the old zippo tomorrow, i promise! biggrin
and trust me, appearance of a site means nothing to me. the content - the passion within the work is what matters to me. the view inside someone's mind, that's what matters to me.
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g'night

Saturday Jul 17, 2004

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How far should one person suffer for their art? Can a grounded person find art through pain? Does an artist improve when he/she's suffered?

Wednesday Jul 14, 2004

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How could something like this slip by me without my noticing?

Dorothy

I have to get more, I think.
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