| We Are Nowhere and it is Now |
[12 Jan 2005|07:34pm] |
What the fuck, son? People are getting on my nerves. School's back in session for me, yes, I'm returning. I'm returning to rule, just like I always do. Unfortunately, I don't like taking over the throne again, so maybe I won't. I'm considering just sitting back and letting everything float on without me. Perhaps I'll be that kid people talk about who changed.
The kid who used to be cool.
The kid who turned into a loser.
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| This Board Is Fast and Danger |
[18 Dec 2004|10:56pm] |
I AM 80% EVIL GENIUS!  I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will. |
MUAHAHAHA.
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| Life Is a Highway |
[14 Dec 2004|12:33pm] |
You are "Waste of Paint". You can be a
very over analyzing person and you are sort of
lost. You aren't really sure where you're going
with your life but for now you hold some hope
that you will indeed get to where you are
going. Oh yeah, and that thing called
"love", you feel it's just a game of
chance. A game you are not good at.
Which BRIGHT EYES song are you?
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If you say so.
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[11 Dec 2004|08:54pm] |
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Hunter's a cow.
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| Are You Some Kind of Hypnotist? |
[10 Dec 2004|10:59am] |
Hi, again. It's been awhile, I know, and a lot of water has passed under the bridge. I have to say that I don't really like the way my life is going right now, but I don't know how to put it. I don't want to seem like a fourteen year old pussy bitch who keeps whining about stupid shit, is depressed, and hates school, but I guess that's what I am. I'm sick and tired of dealing with the fucking drama and the complexities of life, love, and everything else. Seriously, I'd rather drown in my sorrow and sound like a stupid fucking teenager then face reality and try to deal with it. Does that make me a typical teenager? I don't know, you tell me. I guess it might, but then again, it's not a typical situation that I'm dealing with. What situation, you might ask? Ha, wouldn't you like to know. I'll deal with it on my own, without having to bitch to you, but I'd like to let you all know that I'm very
very,
very,
sad.
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| "You're A Cow, Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home" |
[01 Oct 2004|12:15am] |
Throughout the day we stare at ourselves in hidden mirrors and we hide ourselves in smoke and we trick ourselves into believing that we are so much less or so much more than we really are. Altogether we're just here, under the ashheaps, hidden from the eyes of God. There is nothing more or less free than a human being, dependent on his own feelings and his own trickery and his own mind.
Just remember that the farther you are in the ash, the more you'll choke.
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| You've Got A Real Short Skirt |
[22 Sep 2004|10:39pm] |
Love and life is merely sex and drugs.
Any person who doesn't abide by this social misconception is truly helpless.
Any person who wants to argue this can fuck off.
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| You're Not Even Here On The Coldest Night Of The Year |
[20 Sep 2004|10:26pm] |
Existence is futile, futility is existence. They go hand in hand. This is inevitable, and is the only reality that there is. Everything else is false. Words are false, people are false, and what you know is false. Knowledge if power, but power is also false.
And alone we spin words together into false, beautiful webs, glistening with the false crystal-esque dewdrops, formulated by the false morning air. And this is what we have become. And this is what we will continue to be. We are mesmerized by these webs and we are then caught in them, but there is always a spider lurking on that web, ready to grab you and tie you up as soon as you are ensnared in it's trap.
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| Baby You Can Come With Me Tonight |
[16 Sep 2004|10:46pm] |
If you've ever noticed that there are flaws in the world and decided to point out the fact, you better be five, because if you aren't, you're a fucking idiot.
Bad men don't have songs - Why do Russians have songs?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
There will be no planets to align, just the carcass of the sun and those little, painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless, black sky.
When you talk to God, you're praying. When God talks to you, you're schizophrenic.
Jesus is the only one that rivals my passion, my soul, and my power.
The choice between love and despair is only hard if you choose the former.
Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch because she wouldn't let you get that pussy. Maybe she didn't feel y'all had similar interests, or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet-talk the princess.
*Ahem* Feel free to comment.
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| I'm Sitting In a Bar On The Inside |
[15 Sep 2004|09:00pm] |
Oh man, school was such a drag. I fuckin' got bitched out by my math teacher for being absent, bitched out by my sixth period teacher for absent, and one of my friends wanted to know if I had actually been sick or if I was skipping. Let me tell you all this:
I was sick.
Whether or not sex and candy was involved is another story.
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| I Smell Sex and Candy |
[13 Sep 2004|10:46pm] |
If you had the choice of champagne instead of liquor, what would you choose?
If you had the choice of candy instead of meat, what would you choose?
Is it the sour inside of you that causes you to crave the sweet?
Is it the virgin inside of you that causes you to crave sex?
Is it an outside influence, causing you to bite more than you can chew?
"What's going on here?" is the universal line that a husband uses when he catches his wife cheating on him.
Is it true what they say, that women cheat for revenge?
I think it's obvious that men cheat for sex.
But are women all the different from men?
Is that a stupid question, or are our eyes just clouded by appearences?
I think men say women are more complicated, while in truth, men are just incredibly simple.
Does this sound sexist to you? Perhaps it is. Perhaps it isn't. I don't hold the female "race" in any higher regards than I do the male "race."
In fact, I hate them both quite equally. Perhaps, hate is too strong of a word. Maybe not, though. Maybe it describes everything perfectly. Or maybe it doesn't. Wouldn't hate be inhuman? Humans can't experience such strong feelings without losing themselves in their own misery. Maybe this is where insanity begins and sanity evolves. Into what, though? Questions refuse to be answered by the arrogant, and the ignorant don't know the answers. Where are the people in the middle? Do they exist? Do you choose arrogance or ignorance?
Do you have a choice?
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| It Was Only a Kiss |
[12 Sep 2004|11:08pm] |
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I'm standing here, looking down at my hands, bloodied by the destruction before me. I've finally realized that this is my fault, the things that are happening to me. What the fuck did I do to start this shit? What did I do to become this? Who did this to me? Did I to it to myself? I don't know what's more sick, what I do to other people, or what I've done to myself. I feel like a lifeless machine, using people, hurting feelings, destroying people's good time. Where did this all begin? I don't know. Can someone answer these questions? Or have they already been answered, in some sick, twisted, demented way?
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| She's Electric |
[12 Sep 2004|03:34pm] |
I'll tell you what I saw the other day, and this is the truth. I saw a woman put a sticker on her car, a sticker that said "Kerry Edwards, 2004!" Well, of course, I was disgusted, but I decided not to lose my temper over this idiocy. Moments later, I watched her pull out into the road (I was sitting in my car listening to music.) and a truck hit her, crushing her small Beetle and leaving her stuck in there. They had to get the jaws of life to pull her out.
Kids, I'll tell ya, if that ain't enough to prove a point, then I don't know what is.
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| A Champagne Supernova In the Sky |
[09 Sep 2004|11:23pm] |
Well, hello there, chaps! I'd like to tell y'all a little bit (or most) of my day. Let's see, where do I begin? Oh, I know! Waking up! Suddenly, my eyes opened to the sound of my obnoxious father telling me to wake up to get ready for school. A few moments later I heard him complaining about something or another to do with shirts not being in his closet. His own damn fault for not taking them to his closet from the laundry room. Of course, this is when I noticed that my head was exploding from inside to out, and outside to in. Oh, yes, my friends! A migraine. And guess what's more? I had to take a shower. You can't take a shower in the dark. That's right, in the dark. So that means light. Light is the anti-migraine, just in a bad sense. As we all know, when you have a migraine, all sounds, lights, and anything else that activates your senses, causes severe pain in the physical receptors in your brain. Well, something to that effect anyways.
So I take my damned shower, holding my head for most of the time and trying not to scream out in the sheer agony of it all. I finally get out, dry off, get ready for school, and hop in bed, because I ain't goin' to school until this shit wears off. I tell my mother to bring me some medicine, which she does (she's a great lady and I love her to death. Well, when I want something anyways.) And I take it. Doesn't do anything. So I lie down until 7:05, right? And then mom yells and screams and throws a hissy fit about calling a truency officer.
That really put an itch in my craw, or whatever they say, and I decided to get up and put my shirt back on, getting ready for school. Well I finally persuaded her to let me stay, because I really really cannot operate on a terrible migraine.
So I stay home and sleep all day, right? That's a good cure for a migraine, usually. Unless you have a chronic one, like I do. And guess, what? To this very moment, I still have a migraine. That's a lovely thing, you know, having an eternally lasting migraine. What the fuck could I do? Nothing. I just decided to sit around on the computer and write all day. Which accomplished me nothing, because I didn't have the basis for the story of which I was writing.
Silly me. I'm going to attempt to go to sleep with this migraine now, and if you're reading this and you have a migraine, I suggest that you get to bed you god damn nerd.
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| As they took his soul, they stole his pride |
[08 Sep 2004|08:26pm] |
I'd like to inform you all of how much I really enjoy my life. I mean, there's nothing like standing around, feeling superior for awhile, and then having some fat, obnoxious woman tell you to get off her lawn because you're messing up the grass. Well, to the fat obnoxious woman who told me to get off her lawn:
You're fat and obnoxious. Ha!
Indeed. That'll put her in her place. I think it's time we all took a look into ourselves and realized how unimportant authority is. I mean, let's look at the facts. How many good moods are caused by a character with higher authority than them? None. Well, I mean, there may be a few mentally ill people out there (teacher's pets, for instance) who would get a good buzz off of shit like that. But on a grander scale, most people dislike authoritive figures. And life is all about feeling good, no matter how you acheive this point of view. So really, authority is only ruining society as we know it.
But on a more positive note, it's not that our government is "good", it's just that the other governments among the world are terrible. Perhaps we should allow our government a little slack, seeing as they're (probably) doing the best they can to make America a safer place.
OH, and what the HELL is with Kerry's new negative ad? "W is for wrong -- How Bush leads America in the WRONG direction." Or something to that effect. What the hell is this bullshit? This guy is a pussy and if he wins, I'm going to borrow someone's hampster, put ketchup in a blender, hide the hampster, and tell them that I got curious when they ask where their hampster was.
Take me to the place where you go where nobody knows if it's not our day. Please don't put your life in the hands of a Rock 'N' Roll Band, it'll throw it all away. I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed, because you said the brains I had went to my head. Step outside, because summertime's in bloom. Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face, because you ain't never gonna burn my heart out.
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| What's the story, morning glory? |
[08 Sep 2004|03:23am] |
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I'd like you all to realize just how much I hate nerds. Oh yes, I happen to hate nerds. Believe it or not, I don't consider myself a nerd, and neither does anybody else I know. Well, maybe a few, but only because they're idiots. Upon first glance, I'm not a nerd, and that's all that matters in society nowadays. All people care about is the first appearence. Forget who you are, it's who they SEE. This is why appearences are so important. Unless you look good, you're going to be judged otherwise. But back to my point. I hate nerds. They sit around on their god-damned computers and make normal people who just want to relax and have a chat with a few friends, maybe play a video game or two, look bad. You can't sit down on your computer for an hour without being accused of nerdism. Yes, nerdism. It's a practiced act, nowadays. Soon there will be nerd hunts, just like the witch hunts of long ago. "Capture the nerds before they practice their nerdism on you!" they'll say. And then, and THEN! AND ONLY THEN, WILL I BE HAPPY. WHEN THESE SCOUNDRELS ARE HUNTED DOWN AND KILLED OFF LIKE SITTING DUCKS SITTING IN ROWS. I'M LOOKING FOR GENOCIDE HERE, PEOPLE. HOP TO IT. SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT!
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