Monday, October 8, 2007

Ghost (3:00 am)
Silent but forceful
Friendly yet feared
Lithium headed men and women only recharge when dead. Spiked hithered venus fly traps gorge themselves in processed food. The only thing that is gaining speed is blinking. Shadows are guiding their egos. To the excursions you see, to the bend-e straws you feel, and to the ditches of blood you smell. Skinny, fat, or in between we are with self fufillment. I am an everlasting gobstopper that doesn't change color but flavor. You can't run away from [it].


I am hungry again but don't feel like eating, I crave something sweet with a definition, I made cookies about 11:00 and had two of them when freshly made. I will eat in the morning though, an apple and orange maybe. So I'm going now. Bah

(4:44 am I ate the three remaining cookies,now I am gonna watch a movie)
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Thursday, October 4, 2007

The likelihood
the likelihood of, the possibility of, the probability of the of of of of the the of the of of the the the the the the of the of the of the of the. Do you see my point in all this? It's as easy as stepping out of a brick wall to make sure you do not fall. Why would you fall if you did not walk through a brick wall, well that is something that needs to be explained in another moment.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007

   so
soups ON!!! with the pickled salamander eggs made in a creamy robusto sauce all over charlies pants. format weathercaster brains in a jet pilot off-shore hickey licking turbine. born off a garage sale mother and a garage sale father but the only words you have are a few words in your alphabet soup but the black hedge top lovers aint got nothin on the net but butterfly flippers with a pair candle wax eyebrows.
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Well well well
The day stops by. To take a look. into the crook of all crooks. To creep, to hide, to set aside, a cataclysm of pain from a wave that started to save that soon found out there was sure doubt that it would collapse as so many others before it did pour out among the crowd.

ok I had some thoughts maniacally swerving around my head since Friday night, but did not write them down, so now they seem to have jumbled up and entangled themselves into one another. Silent thoughts colliding with the loud ones, drowsy thoughts swiveling around the bored thoughts, and happy thoughts are being bothered by sad sad thoughts. Well if they are going to stay that way, I can just either pull them apart one by one which will take however long need be to take or I can leave them tangled and let them untangle in due time which will eventually lead to more knots being formed. I have to untangle them I guess.

fingers twitch, eyes blink, feet throb, shoulders sink. ( i think i have wrote something pretty similar before but cant quite remember)

Just a deep breath to pass the time, just a deep breath to calm my mind, just a deep breath to let it all out, just a deep breath wont let me shout

the basic installation of my mind wont stop.
the basic installation of my mind wont drop.(and roll nigga, roll!)
the basic installation is too complicated for your average boogey-boo.
the basic installation wont leave me be.

me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be me be
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Thursday, September 20, 2007

Squacomole suture
Kenny wants me to see Resident Evil 4: Resurrection, but I don't really want to spend the money to get in. I might just sneak in, but then I will still have to get someones used ticket for memorabilia or just make either Kenny or Josh sneak in. Pshhhh. I dont know. Here are the positives and negatives to seeing Resident Evil
Positives
*ZOMBIES
*THE FUCKING DESERT
*THE FUCKING DESERT HAS ZOMBIES!!!!!
Negatives
*I don't like scary movies
*I'll be spending money
*I've never seen any of the other Resident Evils

So I know about the umbrella corp. and all that hogwash but the question is "Do I really want to see this movie"? Well if Kenny and Josh keep peer pressuring me they know I'll give in. Stupid idiots they are.

Different subject
...I forgot what the subject was that I was going to write about.
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Friday, September 7, 2007

ouch
I have basically sprained both of my wrists today and at the moment typing with my right hand that doesnt hurt as much as the left but still hurts a whole lot. once they feel better i will try and type up what happened
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007

IMMA SENIOR!
and it feels good. I think all year thats all I'm gonna say when I get confronted at school. "I'm a senior" Then the person(s) confronting me will have to walk away in shame. My first class is Statistics which I have Ms. Fuller which means boredom boredom and a small dosage of tiredness. My second class is awesome because its anatomy and we might have to deliver my teachers baby, that'd be cool. My third block class is Business Management & Supplies which I have Kenny in that class, which also implies that no work will ever be done. Also the teacher is an ex. Marine and once he told us that the first thing I thought was Vietnam flashbacks. That class is gonna be fun. My fourth block class is US/VA government and many of those people are loud and undisciplined, except for a few. And one girl in particular (or three or four are quite annoying). But whatever's, IMMA SENIOR!!!!!
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

open house
Open house for school is today. I dont want to go, but I dont have a choice. eh whatever. School starts September 4th
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

   Crates. I thought about this post and its manner for a long time
Create a foxhole path...to speckled mosquito bites
12:23 am stares straight back at me, every day & night. Am I afraid of that time, yes, I am terrified.
Squintin' butterflies ain't no god to me
The spacebar is too loud for any panther to strike
Its been storming here for about the past three nights and hopefully there is no signatures of it stopping. Thunder last night went on for about a whole minute. A power line fell down as well and noone has even messed with it. Maybe because they know it will cost them something if they do it now and not wait until the storms stop coming. Smart?
subject, body, subject, body, subject, body, subject, body, subject, body, subJect, body,
Josh has gotten much better at drawing and painting, but he hates his old artwork, which is Josh's way.

Cinnamon should not be eaten by the spoonful, take my advice, you'll be throwing up and have a soar throat for a few hours

Everything seems to be a conformist thought/way- tv, computers, destruction, love, hate, murder, rage, coward, names, nicknames, heritage, mockery, health, beauty, ugly, jump, talk, read, science- all of everything is conforming, even if you are rebelling conformity that is still CONFORMING....everything. FUCKING EVERYTHING!!!!!
Everything I do, everything you do. It's all the same. Yet different

Second time I've tried to explain that, first time was to Josh about how he would have to conform to get a good grade in English. (I'm not gonna tell that story cause well, I fucking don't want to tell THAT story)

Liquid lips give rise
to an angels grace
Fiery eyes shine light
upon corroding whores
Grinding a born problem
towards a fucked up solution

Get rid of the problem, then there is no solution


Cameron-"No bitch, dont fucking talk to me like that I'll fucking rip out your kneecaps and feed them to libertarians for their morning breakfast."
Wendy the burger flipper-"Well I disagree with you wholeheartedly sir" said
Cameron-"Baby seals dont look as horny as you"
Wendy-"Quarters are for coroners!"
Cameron-*stomps on handicap customer car hood"
Crip-"fuck you man!" *stabs throat of employee"
Blood- ;( "This is how the bloods do on da streets" *pours scolding pot of cambell's soup on crips head*

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Just working
Keeping myself busy, doing the best I can to stay awake. Keeping myself busy, the only way I know how. Keeping myself busy, thats what I do. I do not know what else to type.

Oh and I was wrong about the thoughts on August 7th, and I cant figure out myself still in the talkative sense. As for the girl thats a no-go. Tis sucks but, ha, what to do.
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