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[Mar. 9th, 2007|05:08 pm] |
I like reading livejournal
because once you read all the way down to the middle of the page
you already know whats going to happen. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2007|04:41 pm] |
I dont want you to love me.
just remember me. |
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[Jan. 7th, 2007|12:21 am] |
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ohhhh its time to let it go. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|09:07 pm] |
flatulence
synonyms: Fart, assfart, rectal explosion, BUTT BURP.
LOL. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2006|06:54 pm] |
I lay my head back down.
and lift my hands up to pray.
counting down the hours
of my dying day.
leaving livejournal for a while.. be back some day. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|12:06 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | hell. [dad's coughcough.] | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused anxious bipolar sad. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Until the day I die - Story of the Year | ] |
until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
my hands around your throat
I think I hate you. |
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| b.u.t w.h.e.r.e's y.o.u.r h.e.a.r.t? I am not afraid to keep on living. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|07:19 pm] |
do you ever find yourself noticing that your life is like a storybook and all the events around you just happen and are being recorded by little faries that will report it to God when you meet him. God will stare at you in disbelief.
"Son, stop those tears. There was nothing you could do, innocence is the escape that want to deny. Them there, down there, living, breathing, hoping, praying, looking up to no one, actually is. There was once a person never noticed down there, but forever remembered up here. So shut your eyes sleep, its okay, the morning will come, young one. The hardest part of this is fergetting all of your dreams and third worlds."
Sometimes I see flames, sometimes I see people in love dying, like its gripping my throat... keeping me from pressing that button. That button that forgave and saved, the button that never let down and always braved. They're like tremors, or worst than tremors, more like terrors. Undeserving of the sympathy of the song that weaps for the hurt heart.
In the end it doesn't even matter, you come into this world with one person; hallelujah, and leave the world by yourself; death. I can't even wake up, becuase the lonelness is thick as the sight of fog but light as the touch. I walk down an abandoned alliway and feel crowded and claustophbic. Silence will bring on the noise and abandonment gives the opertunity of dark thoughts.
oh . . . you're just a said song with nothing to say. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2006|07:10 pm] |
I think what I'm about to try to attempt is wrong. and horrid. but I'm going to try anyways.
. . . |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|06:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
it hurts when the one you like thinks you're not creative enough.
I'm sad. and really could give a fuck about Pembroke Academy.
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[Nov. 3rd, 2006|06:11 pm] |
I truely love you.
bastard. bitch. dick. cunt. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|06:42 pm] |
I hate it when people fuck with your head and say they like you.
but really dont. |
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| Lets dance the night away |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|01:19 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | we live | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  we love | ] |
| [ | music |
| | we forgive and never give up | ] |
LETS DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY...  and return with bruises and contusions
we'll compare and we'll declare
the winners of the mosh
the craziest of the rave
and laugh till we cry
intimacy is a fear right now.
I think we should begin to not care what anyone else thinks. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
oh my god. I love my boyfriend.
he's such a cutie.
I love him so much.
I love him.
i want to kiss him.
choke me, mother fucker. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 22nd, 2006|02:54 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home. | ] |
A man bends down and says, "Son
we're going to get through this one
take my hand and let us pray."
I scream, "Please get the fuck away."
I think this could be it
I hear them start to state,
"The time of death is
half past six."
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[Oct. 21st, 2006|10:58 pm] |
what happened to all my friends?
they all got kidnapped by the black nigga called
Cupid.
the sad thing is, they're blinding themselves with hypocritical words
then claiming they were never said.
whats coming to this world?
since when did the world rely on love?
why not fun?
or happiness?
word association game:
live. love. learn. ... lll... three... tri.... tri+angle... triangle... fire triangle...
Canvas Painted Fire... band... drums... hitting... hitting on... crush... liking...
love... hate... pain... beating... death... afterworld... controversial... God...
the unknown... never knowing... confusion... fusion... fission... bubbly...
soda... Jones Soda... Jones soda bottle... sex.
I guess I was bored. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2006|09:25 pm] |
I guess I lied about the whole posting back to this.
but I did make it to my aunts house last night.
thank you for your hospitality.
I owe you two soo much.
I'll do anything for you.
you saved me for a night. |
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[Oct. 20th, 2006|10:50 pm] |
I'm running away tonight.
It'll be a while till I post again.
[or not.] |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 20th, 2006|04:20 pm] |
"mothers do crazy things sometimes"
-Auntie Lisa |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 18th, 2006|08:24 pm] |
Here I am, lost in the light of the moon that comes through my window
Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you and the roses
Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow
Here I am, lost in the ashes of time, but who wants tomorrow?
In between the longing to hold you again
I'm caught in your shadow, I'm losing control
My mind drifts away, we only have today
Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way
I will sacrifice 'til the blinding day when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow
When the veils are gone as I let you go, as I let you go
Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way, I will sacrifice
Now I'm living in your afterglow
Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you who is closest
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