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Saturday, March 17th, 2007
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12:45 am
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| Monday, January 30th, 2006
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10:18 pm
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Madness comes and madness goes An insane place, with insane moves Battles without, for battles within Where evil lives and evil rules Breaking them up, just breaking them in Quickest way out, quickest relief wins Never disclose, never betray Cease to speak or cease to breathe
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| Monday, January 9th, 2006
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3:07 pm - my life as of now
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I'm always short on cash and my mind is in the trash.
I can't find a way to get my head out of my ass.
I'm gettin' skinny as a bone 'cause I'm always stuck at home.
I'm living my life all fucked up and alone.
So once again, alone in my room, my only apparent future is my unhappy doom.
So I just whine all the fucking time.
I'm hooked bad on caffeine, unless I get it I'm mean.
I can't remember last when I was chipper and clean.
I'm going insane, all I do is complain.
The only traits I show are depression and disdain.
The girl I love I'm chasing away, there is no way that it i keep this up she'll stay.
I don't know how I'm gonna live my life this way.
Don't want to have to try, I'll just sit around and cry.
Maybe, if I get lucky, I'll just fuckin' die
current mood:  depressed
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| Saturday, December 24th, 2005
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2:31 am
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i have two things to say one i just got skooled in molopaly twice by a 11 year old that sucks
second im leaveing for a little bit need to clear my head so girls i love you and miss you you are both like sisters to me and i love you both derly but i need to do this cuz im going ape shit and it would help if i could get the reast of my clouths back i am not leaveing the stat just going to spend some time in gansville so you can tell magan that and she will stop calling i will retern shortly love you all jean
current mood: melancholy
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| Friday, December 16th, 2005
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6:30 pm
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ok sorry i have not updated in a long time been sick with 2 chrips to the er with 103.8 temps i feel like shit nate kat sorry but i will not be cuming to night so you have to find a nuther star
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| Tuesday, December 13th, 2005
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2:58 pm
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well, as i came home on Monday night
as drunk as drunk could be
I sar a harse outside the door
where my old harse should be
so i called the whife and i said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that harse outside the dar where moy old harse should be?"
"aaah ya drunk ya drunk you silly old fool, i tell you cannot see thats a lovely Sow that me mother sent to me"
"where many a days I travel, a hundered miles or more, but a sow with a saddle on, i never saw before"
Now, as I came home on Tuesday night
as drunk as drunk could be
i sar a coat behind the dar where moy old coat should be
so i called the whife and said to her, "WIll you kindly tell to me, who owns that coat behind the dar, where moy old coat should be?"
"aaah, ya drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool, i tell you cannot see, thats a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me"
"well many's the day i travel, a hundred mile or more, but buttons on a blanket sure I never seen before"
And as i went home on wednesday night
as drunk as drunk could be
I sar a pipe upon the chair where moy old pipe should be
I called the whife and i said to her, "will you kindly tell to me, who owns that pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be?"
"aaah ya drunk ya drunk, ya silly old fool, still ya cannot see, thats a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me."
"well a manys the day i travel, a hundered miles or more, but tobacco in a tin whistle sure i never seen before"
AAnd as I, went home on Thursday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I sar two boots beneath the bed
Where my two boots should be
so i called the Whife
and i said to her, " will you kindly tell to me, who owns those boots beneath the bed, where moy old boots should be?"
"aaaah! ya drunk ya drunk you silly old fool, tell ya cannot see, thats a lovely geranuim pot me mother sent to me"
"well as manys the day i travel , a hundred miles or more, but laces on a geranuim pot, i never seen before"
And a- I went home on friday night
as drunk as dllunk could be
I saw a head
upon the bed
where my own head should be
so i called the whife and i said to har,"will you kindly tell to me, who owns, that head, upon the bed, where my old head should be"
"AHHH! ya drunk ya durnk ya silly old fool, tell ya cannot see, thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me"
"Well it's manys a day i travel, a hundred miles or more, But a baby boy with whiskers, THAT i never seen before"
"oh a drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool, YA DRUNK! Your a silly old fool! your drunk! Your drunk!! Ya silly old fool, your drunk! your drunk!!"
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| Saturday, December 3rd, 2005
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4:54 pm
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alright things are better. I WAS BEING A DICK and im sorry i love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her
Let's admire the pattern forming.
Murderous filigree.
I'm caught in the twisting of the vine.
Go ascend with ivy, climbing.
Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind.
I can't help my laughter as she cries.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
Let's amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, I'll let animosity unwind.
Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. I'll still feel the violence of the lines.
I can't stand my laughter as they cry.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. And miles away my mother cries.
Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.
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| Saturday, November 26th, 2005
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3:43 pm
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I can't think and i can't speak!
My mind is not my own!
Feeling like my will is weak!
Cannot find the strength to go on!
I've battled! i'm fucking battled man!
I've battled! i've battled yeah!
I've battled! i'm fucking battled man!
I've battled! i can't think and i can't speak!
My mind is not my own!
Feeling like my will is weak!
Cannot find the strength to go on!
I've battled! i'm fucking battled man!
I've battled! i've battled yeah!
I've battled! i'm fucking battled man!
I've battled!
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| Tuesday, October 25th, 2005
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7:35 pm - i still love you and im sorry things could not work
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Lie in comfort of sweet calamity with nothing left to lose.
Like in the darkness, I'm slowly drowned to sleep nothing left to lose.
Three tears I've saved for you.
I'd retrace the steps that lead me here but nothing lives behind me.
So I lie in this field bathed in the light that loves me, with nothing left to lose.
Three tears I've saved for you.
Will you be my beloved?
Will you help me to get through? Will you be my destruction?
Will you help me to be through?
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| Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
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10:09 pm
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so i get in to a big ass fight with my exwife and all i want is my holly home so we can leave togeather i talked to Zack and the band is a go no druges just rock and punk i miss you so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh love you lol i love you talking about you farting on me and im lick i want to fuck her right now camal wides yes
i want to leave jax so bad and never look back will you go with me
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| Saturday, October 8th, 2005
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12:16 pm - this is me
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I don't ask why, I just fall into the meadow
I close my eyes , and wait to die
Yes, I am a liar
Yes, I am a sinner
Please forgive my broken soul
But I've got nowhere else to go
They made the world so hard
If I had somewhere else to go
I could be a star like you
Special like you
A star like you
Special like you
And all those picture frames surround you
I saw you in France
All those busters hang around you
I asked you to dance
I can't take you home tonight
No, I can't be your man
I know why you here tonight
You in a fight with your man
But I've got nowhere else to go
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12:03 pm - our song
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There's 52 ways to murder anyone
One and two are the same
And they both work as well
I'm coming clean for Amy
Julie doesn't scream as well
And the cops won't listen all night
And so maybe I'll be over
Just as soon as I fill them all in
And I can't remember when I saw her last
We were running around and having a blast
But the backseat of the drive-in is so lonely without you
I know when you're home
I was thinking about you
There was something I forgot to say
I was crying on a Saturday Night
I was out cruising without you
They were playing our song
Crying on a Saturday Night
As the moon becomes the night time
You go viciously, quietly away
I'm sitting in the bedroom where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes
Now I'm watching
Watching you die
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| Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
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9:57 pm
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I feel it washing over me, the slow poisonous tide.
Pins and needles dance on me.
Sickness undefined.
Now I'm afraid to face the sky.
Please someone hear my haunted cries.
Please them waken me.
With eyes sewn shut I still can see all that is surrounding me.
I end up somewhere, somewhere between... between a dream and motionless reality, will I forever life?
I feel binding so smoothly.
I see myself below.
I feel it gnawing, eating me.
Poisonous and slow.
My mind it speeds.
My voice has died.
God let me make the faintest cry.
Opened up and for the taking, just one touch and I'll be yours.
Opened up wide for the breaking. Just one touch and I'll be yours.
What's on the other side of the mirror?
To cry, I try, to break the static keeping me here in between.
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| Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
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6:54 pm - bichsscut
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Lean against the night and laugh as I try to scale the walls.
Ingnored futility fills the air.
You're only there to watch me fall...
If only pure sweetness was offered, why's this bitter taste left in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in to long...
From above comes a faint smile, a new vantage such a view.
Familiarity know disowned.
Just sit and stare as I walk away.
Lower It
An invitation, excluding no one.
So walk right in and destroy the fucking place.
You've lost your right to be part of my family.
The family that welcomed you. You joined and left in disgrace.
Your flag was flaming before it ever started flying.
Your flag was burning, burning down everyone in true salute.
Sense of commitment. A sense of pride. I heard you say that we shared a destiny.
Now it's plain to see you've got no sense at all.
The name that once honored, you disgraced and made a mockery.
I could always see the smoke from miles away.
I could always see the weakness in your eyes.
Far away I feel the lies.
While the sky is burning.
You will always be unwanted.
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