Tuesday, April 11, 2006

People lie. All you need to know.
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Monday, April 10, 2006

Well, I went to the mall with two of my friends, sadly, Lash27 could not come with us. But we still had fun. We meet up with Kerry who works at Hot Topic and we had some fun. We’ve made friends with almost everybody who works at Hot Topic, they are really nice. At around 5:00, the store started to empty out a little so we we’re practically the only people there so we all started playing games. Kerry and another employee of Hot Topic played a game where they try to see who can fit the most snap bracelets on there arms. We had also given Kerry a picture that I had drawn of him. It was of him as a chibi vampire. Then me, Lash27, and two other friends all signed it and wrote various things on it. Then I drew a chibi picture of all of us on the back and we wrote are names and titles. We were really nervous about giving it to him. So when he went to lunch, we went to the counter and paid for our stuff then handed the lady who was working there the picture and asked if she could give it to Kerry, she said yes and then we talked to her a little and mad friends. Then we left and went to the food court to get some drinks and mess with what we bought. My friend had purchased a Bob Bryar action figure and we played with that. Then about 15 minutes later we headed back towards Hot Topic and saw the girl from the cash register and Kerry organizing things at the front of the store. Kerry looked at us then went back to working. We stood outside of the store for a little while, a little nervous to go in because we thought we might have creped Kerry out with the drawing. So we walked in and walked around a little until Kerry finally came up to us and told us how much he had liked the picture and that he had been feeling down for the past few days and that the picture had made his day. So we felt really good. Hopefully I can find a way to get all my friends at my house next Saturday. It might be hard because it’s Easter weekend, but I can still try. I’m not sure if two of my friends can come, though, oh well.

Well, I was watching Fuse last night with my friends because we had had a sleep over and they were showing music videos. I saw this one with a really cute singer so I started to really pay attention, then suddenly my friend says, “Hey, he kinda looks like Jack White.” and I was like, “Ya…he does….” So, I watched the music video, and then feel asleep. Then today, I was watching Fuse again and the same music video came on. So I wrote down the title of the song and searched for it and found the band. And that’s when I found out that it was, indeed, Jack White. The Raconteurs is the name of the band and it’s made up of him and his old friends. So, I guess right now Jack is in two bands, The White Stripes and The Raconteurs. I also found out the The Flaming Lips wrote a song for Jack White after they toured together. It’s called “Thank You Jack White (For the Fiber-Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)” It’s alright, kinda weird, though.

I also found the band Anti-Flag recently. They are pretty good; kinda remind me of Blink-182. Except all they’re songs are political and stuff. But never the less, a good band. Well, my back hurts. I’m gonna stop typing now.

Song of the Day
"The Latest Plague" By From First To Last

What would you say?
This blood is thick, this blemished face
A dark crooked nose and a chance to say
Whatever it wanted
through its blemished throat or be alone
Would you give a fuck if only to her
Will now depend like shallow water
The sound of victim men crawling up your walls

Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong

Oh, I heard a sick, sad voice
Oh, cause honestly, I turned to her and said
You need to be medicated,
Time for another prescription
For a full side vision
If you're with me
We'll send greetings to hell
With the snap of our voices

Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me where I don't belong

I wonder why you're oh so full of shit
You'll be knocked on the floor
So don't you push that precious sweat
Oh you judge his secrecy on shit
You'll be knocked on the floor: so don't you play.

Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me where I don't belong.
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Sunday, April 9, 2006

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GERARD WAY!
I feel like telling you a story.

Once a men owned a little shop. After years and years of trying, he was finally able to move to a larger building closer to the town. When he was un-packing he received a bouquet of flowers. When he finished examining the flowers he noticed a small card attached. He picked it off, opened it, and read "Deepest Sympathy" That’s strange, he thought. A few minutes later, his cell phone rang. He answered it to find the floweriest that had sent him the bouquet on the other line.
"I'm so sorry! We sent you the wrong card in your bouquet!" The women said.
"Oh, that’s alright, we all make mistakes." The man replied.
"No! But you don't understand! You're card accidentally went to a funeral!" She said.
"Oh, well, what did the card say?" He asked.
"'Congratulations on you're new location'!"


Ya, thats basicly it. Here's another random thing I would like to leave you with:

The United States is a nation of laws: badly written and randomly enforced.

Song of The Day
"Yeah Yeah Yeah Song" By The Flaming Lips

If you could blow up the world with the flick of a switch
Would you do it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

If you could make everybody poor just so you could be rich
Would you do it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

If you could watch everybody work while you just lay on your back
Would you do it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

If you could take all the love without giving any back
Would you do it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

And so we cannot know ourselves
Or what we'd really do

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

If you could make your own money and then give it to everybody
Would you do it?
No no no no, no no no no

If you knew all the answers and could give to the masses
Would you do it?
No no no no, no no no no

Are you crazy?
It's a very dangerous thing to do exactly what you want
Because you cannot know yourself, or what you'd really do

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah/Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh...

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

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Tuesday, April 4, 2006

People really annoy me. I’m sure I’ve talked about this before, but I’m gonna get more in-depth today. People are just annoying and unfair. Especially parents. For example (and this is what I think I’ve talked about) I asked my mom yesterday after school if she would take me to the mall to get a new jacket. She said ‘no’ because she was tired. I said ‘ok’ and expected her to go lay down or something because she was tired, but no, she then goes to the grocery store then comes home and goes off to the gym to workout. Oh yeah, I can tell she is so tired. So I was kinda annoyed. Then today I didn’t go to school because the rest of my grade level is going on a field trip they I forgot to pay for so I can’t go. Well, I thought, ‘hey, maybe she’ll take me today cause I really need a new jacket and she hasn’t done anything today.’ So, I go up to her, and she drying her hair, about to go out, so I was sure she might take me since she’s already going out, but no, she says no, and why not? Because she doesn’t feel like it. Well, what if we all didn’t feel like it? It’s so annoying! I haven’t been out of the house, other then school, for 3 weeks! I haven’t been to the store or anything, well, actually I went to the mall with Lash27 and 2 other friends, but that was only one day. and that was about two weeks ago. Now, I don’t like to go outside, but I do like to get out of the house, but, I don’t have a car so I depend on my parents to get me places, but when I ask, they always say ‘no’! And then they complain about how I never get out of the house. So what? What’s my option? Learn to teleport? To fly? What? But that’s not the only problem. I still need a jacket. I swear to Bob, these people shall be the death of me.

P.S. Yes, I do mean for ‘Bob’ to replace ‘God’ because I am not a very religious person so I don’t want to really say ‘God’ a lot. Old habit, though.

P.S.S. I don’t feel good. Mentally, now. I keep feeling on the verge of tears. I’m not really sad, though. I dunno. Darn you….


Your worst but favorite enemy,
Mr L Fox888

"Frame By Frame" By The Honorary Title

Days bunch up in weeks,
Collaborate in months against me,
The sheets are stained with evidence,
That our remains are now drifting away.

I share with complete strangers,
My, my most personal of pleasures,
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info-trash, treasure,
Spend hours, at my leisure,
Like sharpened precise tweezers.

Shifting through in the frame by frame,
I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this every time,
Do this every time.

Shifting through in the frame by frame,
I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this, I’ll do this.

Dodging armpit stench aromatic,
Wrapped up in my own self-induced stress panic,
I think I am the only one in this shifting through.

Shifting through in the frame by frame,
I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this every time,
Do this every time.

Shifting through in the frame by frame,
I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this, I’ll do this.

They’ll collaborate in months against me.x2

Shifting through in the frame by frame,
I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this every time,
Do this every time.

Shifting through in the frame by frame,
I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this, I’ll do this.

I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this, I’ll do this.

I’ll walk the same path,
Say the same lines,
I’ll do this, I’ll do this.
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Monday, March 20, 2006

Well, la-di-fucking-da

Today just sucks. Nope, no, yay’s, no nothing. Just sucks. And you know why? My mom. Surprise, surprise. I’m at home right now. Its 11:58 A.M. Yep, I should be at school, but I’m not, because I’m sick. I do not, not, not feel good, at all. And so my mom picked me up from school early and took me to the doctor’s and they told me that there wasn’t anything wrong. But you know, fuck them. They aren’t always right, right? They can be wrong. And so can I. but I know I’m right when I say I’m not o-fucking-kay (MCR, gotta love ‘em). I hate when people try and tell you how you feel. “Oh, don’t worry, you’re fine.” No, no I’m not, I’ll tell you when I’m fine. “Nothing wrong.” I wish. I have gone to the doctors I bet more then 10 times this year. And now my schools getting all pissed off saying that I’m missing too many days. They can’t say shit cause they have no way of knowing what it’s like to feel how I feel now. No one does. At least, none of the people who I’ve talked to. Don’t say shit to me until you know how it feels to feel this way for 3 whole-fucking years. Yep, that’s right, I’ve been sick like this for 3 years. And each year is the same. I’ve already had surgery for fuck’s sake! My mom just told me that she can’t keep getting me out of school and she said that I’m just gonna have to suffer. Isn’t that sweet? Makes me feel all warm inside to know she cares so much. And as for me missing school, I really don’t give a damn. My health is more important to me then school ever will be. It’s just school and I’m not going to die there. The school doesn’t care if you’re bleeding eternally, as long as you are at school, they don’t care. Today could be your last day on Earth and they don’t care. And my mom. Gosh, she acts like I’m a burden! She could care less how I feel. If I was sitting in the middle of the road, bleeding and crying she’d come up and tell me to move because I’m blocking traffic! Oh, why don’t we all through a pity-party for my mom cause she has to take her only daughter to the doctor’s office. She acts as if all of this is my fault and that it’s my fault I have this. Like I can control my kidneys and bladder! I don’t even understand what they do, really. You know what? Sometimes, she’ll have a simple headache and she’ll go lay down and won’t do anything. No one even knows what’s wrong with me! And I still have to go to school, and I still have to do all this shit. The other day, my mom got mad and started yelling at us. Then she stormed off. She was mad because she said that we always leave everything to her to clean up. She’s so lucky; at least that’s her only problem. What about me? I’m failing school, I have some infection or what ever and I can’t do shit about it. Well, I gotta go. Peace out.

Song Of The Day
"They" Jem

Who made up all the rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don’t care to think them through

I’m sorry
So sorry
I’m sorry
It’s like this
I’m sorry
So sorry
I’m sorry
We do this

And it’s ironic too
Cuz what we tend to do
Is act on what they say
And then it is that way

I’m sorry
So sorry
I’m sorry
It’s like this
I’m sorry
So sorry
I’m sorry
We do this

Who are they
Where are they
How can they possibly know all this

Who are they
Where are they
How can they possibly know all this

Do you see what I see
Why do we
Live like this
Is it because it’s true
That ignorance is bliss

Who are they
Where are they
How do they know all this
I’m sorry
So sorry
I’m sorry
It’s like this

Do you see what I see
Why do we
Live like this
Is it because it’s true
That ignorance is bliss

Who are they
Where are they
How can they know all this
I’m sorry
So sorry
I’m sorry
We do this
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Sunday, March 5, 2006

Ok well, I went to Best Buy today and bought three things. I bought a MCR CD, a The Used CD, and a copy of Spin Magazine. Now, the Spin magazine kinda annoyed me. It had all these things about MCR (Which is one of the reasons I bought it ^^;) and Fall Out Boy. Now, it kept praising MCR and Fall OUT Boy, and then it would turn around and insult them. And I was like, “WTF, dude? What the Hell was that?!” but I don’t know, they had these polls like, ‘Best Breakout Band’ and ‘Best New Artist’ but the also had ‘Worst New Artist’ and ‘Most Overrated Artist’. ‘Best Breakout Band was My Chemical Romance. First runner up was Fall Out Boy. Then it goes to ‘Worst New Artist’ and it’s Fall out Boy and My Chemical Romance was it’s runner up. WTF, right? What was that? You say they are great then that they are terrible? IT was really annoying. I guess they just had a bunch of people vote. Cause none of it matches up. As for the CDs I bought. I got Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Lash27 has owned this one for awhile. I just got money so I decided to buy it.  The second CD was The Used: Maybe Memories. I haven’t really got around to listening to it, but it comes with a little documentary and stuff about the band! Yay!

Life has become a big hassle lately. I have missed too many days of school. Way too many. Students halve managed to become more retarded, amazing, I know. I thought that wasn’t humanly possible, but they proved me wrong, oh how they’ve proved me wrong. People’s opinions are harder to listen to. Comments are harder to read. You know those people who diss things and try to sound all convincing? So annoying. They act all smart, but if you were really smart, you wouldn’t do something as stupid as criticize a person. I mean, idiot. Ya. I dislike today’s judgments. So shallow. Also, if you feel the need to shout your opinion, it usually isn’t a good opinion, so keep it to your self.

I and my friend always sit together at lunch. There is a boy t our table named John (I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned him here) and me and my friend have been showing him pictured of Gerard Way and others. But, there are these other boys that sit near us and diss the people in the pictures and they tell John not to look at them because they are Emos and that me and my friend are Emo. John, thankfully, doesn’t listen to them and continues to look at the pictures. The other day, my friend was in the lunch line and I was at the lunch table talking to John. As my friend was about to pay for her lunch, one of the other boys cut in front of her. She yelled at him to move, and he looked at her and said, “Man, you must be really hungry!” and she said, “Yes! I’ve lost so much blood from cutting my self and I need food!” (Btw, they always say that we cut ourselves, but we don’t, so this was a joke towards him) then he went around and told people that we cut ourselves. It was kinda funny, but yet, annoying as hell.

Well, my right-hand is numb, so I’m gonna stop typing now.

Peace out ya’ll

Mr L Fox888
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Song of the Day
“Give 'Em Hell, Kid” By My Chemical Romance
Oh baby, here comes the sound
I took a train outta New Orleans
And they shot me full of ephedrine
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene
Can we settle up the score

If you were here
I'd never have a fear
So go on live your life
But I miss you more than I did yesterday
You're beautiful

Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day
Like the firing squad or the mess you made
Well, do I look pretty walking down the street
In the best damn dress I own

If you were here
I'd never have a fear
So go on live your life
But I miss you more than I did yesterday
You're so far away
So c'mon, show me how
Cause I mean this more than words can ever say

We are made from the sharpest things you say
We are young and we don't care
Your dreams and your hopeless hair
We never wanted it to be this way
For all our lives
Do you care at all?

If you were here
I'd never have a fear
So go on live your life
But I miss you more than I did yesterday
You're so far away
So c'mon, show me how
Cause I mean this more than words can ever say

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Oh…geez….hmm…well…let’s see…nothing much has happened in the last couple of weeks. I got contacts; I’m wearing them right now. They make it hard to stare at the computer screen. I don’t know why, strange. But when ever I draw, I have to take them out because they bother me.

I can’t talk about buying clothes around my mom any more. I asked her when we would have some extra money so I could buy some new clothes and she said that I can buy clothes whenever I wanted, but then she asked me if I wanted to buy shirts like the one I’m wearing right now (MCR shirt), I said ‘yes’ and she said ‘no’. I don’t see what’s wrong with parents. They complain about the clothes their children buy, what ever happened to ‘It’s what’s on the inside that counts.’? Apparently, once you decide to change the way you look, they seem to stop caring about the ‘inside’ and worry about what people think when they see you. Parents can be very hypocritical at times. But so can children.

It’s funny, but in a some-what sad way. For the past couple of weeks, my school keeps having little assemblies talking about how you should be more excepting of people. Some of the speakers would talk about how mean children can be. And then we would go back to class, and the teacher would ask if it made an impression on you, and the children would respond with ‘yes’. Then, once you all leave the room, the kids are back to their normal, bitchy ways. Why god? Why? Why are people retarded!?

I used to have to deal with the children at school calling me names and such, but for some strange reason, it all seems to have stopped. It’s strange, really. I haven’t done anything. I don’t know. But I now have proof that you can not judge people by the way they look.

At my school, the ‘skaters’ are the most retarded people to have ever been cursed with a life. They’re personality is basically that of a girl prep’s. But, in math, I have been made to sit by one of these ‘skaters’, and I must say, he’s not that bad. He’s defiantly stupid, though. For one, this boy in our class shouted ‘Shut up!’ and they boy who sits next to me, Daniel, said ‘Ohhhhh! He said the S.W. word!’ and I looked over at him and said, ‘S.W.?’ and he just kinda sat there and said, ‘Ya…..’ and I looked at him and said, ‘Shut Wup?’ then he started shouting ‘Shut Wup!’ He also likes my drawings, which is good. And he lets me look at his math book when I don’t have mine. He also let’s me use his red pen to color in my drawings. But, no, I do not ‘like’ him. I do not have a crush on him. I don’t like boys that are 2 feet shorter then me…..and most of them are.

That reminds me, I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned Cody. If I haven’t, I’ll tell you about him now. I dated him in 6th grade and at the beginning of this year, and then I broke up with him and started dating Michael Myers. No really…..that was his name, Michael Myers. I really like Mike, but sadly, he moved away. So sad. Any way, back to Cody. After we broke up, he started dating one of my best friends. Today, she decided to break up with him. I was excepting this to go pretty smoothly. I was wrong. She broke up with him rather harshly. He actually started crying, which made me feel really bad, because I’m a nice person. Dammit. So, I was stuck with the job of helping him feel better. After a while, we left the library and went to the cafeteria, but I had already missed my bus. Ya risked missing my bus and having to call my mom just for him. Oh well, hopefully he’ll be ok tomorrow.

Well, I can’t think of anything else except some thing music related. I have started liking Good Charlotte again. ‘Again?’ You may ask. Yes, again. I like them for a while, but recently, they haven’t really com out with many new songs that I like. So, I went through my music a week or two ago and found my Good charlotte songs and now I’ve started listening to them.

You know what? If I told some kid at school that, they’d started calling me a poser. I don’t understand why. See, I’m trying to say why it’s stupid, but calling some one a poser for that reason is so idiotic that I can’t even come up with a logical reason. Everyone has to start some where. There, does that make sense? I mean, a person has to start liking a band right? I mean, I’m not going to go around and say that I’m a big Good charlotte fan, because I’m not. Actually, I don’t want to be a ‘big fan’ because most people like that are kinda creepy. You know those people that know every single last thing about a person in the band. That’s just creepy. I like their music. I like Billy too, but I like the music more. On Gaia, my friend started a tread saying that MCR was a great band. Then people come in and some dissed the band for they way the band members look. That’s very shallow. Then one person came in and was insulting the people who were saying that Gerard was hot. That’s just plain stupid and mean. There is absolutely nothing wrong with saying that the members of a band are hot. To me, I like the music, if the band members happen to be hot, that’s just an added bonus.

Well, now I’m bored, I’m not even sure if the above makes any sense. I’m having trouble explaining things today.

Also, check out Avenged Sevenfold, Good charlotte, Muse, My chemical romance, the used, The White stripes, and green Day. Very, very good bands. Great music, plus some of the band members are hot. Just you wait……they jelly Beans are coming. Now I shall go poke my eye to get these damn contact lenses out. Boomdagle rumblefuss charpenhurper fortusblend and cateldragon.

Peace out ya’ll,

Mr L Fox888
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Song Of The Day

"Under Pressure" Perfomed by My Chemical Romance with The Used

Pressure!

Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

Bah bah dah bah bah dah
(Yeah, yeah)

That's okay!
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets

Okay!
Bah bah dah bah bah dah

Chippin' around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
Bah bah dah bah bah dah

People on streets
Bah bah dah
People on streets
Bah bah dah

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher (higher)

Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn

Why? Why? Why?
Love! Love! Love!

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love?

Cause love's such an old fashioned word
(give love, give love, give love, give love, give love)
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our ways
Of caring about ourselves

This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure

Under pressure
Under pressure
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Monday, January 16, 2006

Click on the thumbnail's to see the pictures.
Ok well, Thursday night, I was really bored. So, I started a ‘Personal Art Project’. But, when I started it, my friend called and invited me to her house. AT first, I wasn’t sure if I should go or not. Well, I did go, and I brought my art project with me. Friday night, feeling the same. So, I thought for a little while. And I decided to start another ‘Art Project’. I decided to make it similar to the first one. “What was the art project?” Well, basically, I took some of my favorite bands and made little cut out things of them. Well, I don’t really know how to describe them, so I’m gonna post pictures of them.




















I also went to Best Buy with my friend yesterday. It was fun. They had a new Xbox that you could play; it had some little preview games there. I sat there and played this one when you played as a girl how could change into animals. Then my friend’s dad came up right when a troll got eaten by a dragon. It was funny. We also saw this guy who looked just like Mikey Way. If you don’t know who that is, he’s Gerard Way’s brother. Gerard Way is the lead singer for My Chemical Romance. Mikey is the bassist.

That reminds me. One of my other friends from school and me were thinking. We came up with this; MCR My Chemical romance or Moose Company Representative? Then we went around and asked people if they were an MCR. When they asked what that was, we would respond with “Moose Company Representative! Duh!” Hmmmm, it seems stupid now. I also bought a Green Day CD. It’s really good.

Song of the Day
"Extraordinary Girl" Green Day

She's an extraordinary girl,
In an ordinary world,
And she can't seem to get away

He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind,
Like a pet left in the rain

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Somedays he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying

She sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy

He steals the image in her kiss
From her hearts apocalypse
From the one called whatsername

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Somedays he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Somedays he feels like dying
Somedays it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding,
She gets so sick of crying
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Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dear Lash27,

You’re sister gave one of her friends my screen name for AIM. iPikcottonallday, that’s the name. Please, annoy the hell out of her. I know, I know, she’s just a little teenage girl, like your sister, who has no shame. But what is there that I can do? Nothing, as I said, she has no shame. Though, she should. Every day she should feel shame. “Why?” you may ask. “Why not?” I would respond.


Well, Katilin (a girl I have mentioned once on this site) is just plain annoying. She is a poser, I’m afraid to say. One of the worst I know. She called me a poser because I act happy. She is trying to be the ultimate Goth. You know, always sad, always black, always everything negative. But, the funniest part about it all is that she is one of the most popular girls at school. Yep, she is a complete and utter prep. I would not have a problem with her dressing Goth. Yes, I would be slightly insulted, but I would not hate her. But now, she is trying to get one of my dearest friends to go against me. Katilin tell’s my friend that I am a poser. Katilin listens to all those Emo bands. People, Emo does not equal Goth! It does Not! NOT! Never! Ever! Say that it does! She listens to From First to Last and this other band and she gave my friend a list of all of the “Good ‘Goth’ Bands” to listen to. I looked at the list and said, “You listen to the bands you want to, not the ones she tells you to.”

I have also found another reason to ‘dislike’ the kids, mainly girls, at my school. Recently, we have started writing poems in my Literature class. All the girl’s poems are about boyfriends and stuff! I mean, really! It’s so annoying.


That’s all I’m going to post for now.

"Bat Country" Avenged Sevenfold

He who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.

I tried to drive all through the night,
The heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

As I adjust to my new sights the rarely tired lights will take me to new heights.
My hand is on the trigger I'm ready to ignite.

Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right.
Mental fiction follows me; show me what it's like to be set free.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today.

Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
we look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

So sorry you're not here
I've been tame too long my visions so unclear
Now take a trip with me
But don't be suprised when things aren't what they seem

I've known it from the start
These good ideas will tear you're brain apart
Scared but you can follow me
I'm too weird to live but much too rare to die

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Friday, January 6, 2006

It has come to my attention that people have the wrong idea of Goths. This bothers me, so in this post I shall clear up something’s and make some rules. The rules I list may seem familiar to some of you. You may have heard them used for other things, but they apply here too.

1. Never assume that all Gothic people cut themselves, this is false. Barely any Goths cut themselves. It is usually “Preps” 2.who do this.
3. Goths do NOT worship the Devil. This is false. People who think this should feel ashamed of themselves.
4. being a Goth does not mean wearing make up.
5. Listening to music that worships the devil does not involve being gothic.
6. Goths do not think about Death all the time
7. Goths are NOT vampires
8. Goths do not constantly think about suicide

As for wearing black clothing, that is a personal choice. Many Goths do in fact wear black; it’s just the way it is. Like how Preps wear bright colors, Goths tend to choose dark and solid colors. Black is more relaxing. Most people fail to relize one thing; Gothic Girl clothes are truly less skimpy when compared to “regular” clothing. This allows girls to feel more comfortable in clothing.

Goths are also a lot nicer then any preps. Why is this? Because in the Prep world, beauty rules all. Goths are more accepting because we are who we want to be.


"Black, Scary, Weird, Metal, Rock n’ Roll, Unique, Quiet"

"Blonde, Pink, Fake, Bright colors, Hoochies clothes, Nasty slughts, Barbie, Make-up, Mini-skirt"

Those are something’s people said when I asked them, “What three words make you think of _____?” Now, people go around ranting about how weird Goths are. Now, look at those words. Which is better? I’d rather be weird then Fake. I happen to be Weird, too. Why do preps get off so easily? I think that’s extremely unfair.

I have also noticed that a bunch of Preps are trying to pull off the Goth look. Whys this? Not even I know the answer to that. But I find it quite annoying really. What? Is it just a fashion statement to them?

Also, please do not get the wrong idea. If you like bright colors and are blonde, I do not and will not hate you. If you wear make-up, I will not hate you. Those are just something’s that remind people oh Preps. For me, I do not usually look at a person and say whether or not they are Goth or Prep. People seem to think that if you are Goth, you must wear Black. This is completely wrong. Also, why do parents hate Goths? Why do they try and “protect” their children from Goths?


Dear Parents,

I happen to realize and understand completely that you want to protect your children. But please, consider what I have stated above. By trying to make your children fear Goths, you make life hard for Goths. Each day, a Goth will be made fun of just because the other children have been told lies. “Oh, they worship the devil! Stay away from them!” “Those kids aren’t right!”

P.S. Never laugh at something without a good, logical reason. When you think about it, there never is a good reason.

Song Of The Day

"Image of the Invisible" Thrice

We're more than carbon and chemicals,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
Free will is ours and we can't let go,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
We can't allow this, the quiet cull,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
So we sing out this, our canticle,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.

We all were lost, now we are found,
No one can stop us or slow us down.
We are the named and we are known,
We know that we'll never walk alone.

We're more than static and dial tone,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
We're emblematic of the unknown,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
So raise the banner, bend back your bows,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
remove the cancer, take back your souls,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.

We all were lost, now we are found,
No one can stop us or slow us down.
We are the named and we are known,
We know that we'll never walk alone.

Though all the world may hate us, we are named.
The shadow overtake us, we are known.

We're more than carbon and chemicals,
Free will is ours and we can't let go.
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.

We're more than carbon and chemicals,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
Free will is ours and we can't let go,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
We can't allow this, the quiet cull,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.
So we sing out this, our canticle,
We Are The Image Of The Invisible.

We all were lost, now we are found,
No one can stop us or slow us down.
We are the named and we are known,
We know that we'll never walk alone.

We all were lost, now we are found,
No one can stop us or slow us down.
We are the named and we are known,
We know that we'll never walk alone.

So raise the banner, bend back your bows,
remove the cancer, take back your souls.
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