Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in artofacuban's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
6:04 pm	i cant read minds, cant decipher the puzzle of your consciousness logically unreasonable reasonably illogical a symphony of delerium i cant sing or dance thru metaphysical doors cant see your soul third eye the enchanted beyond i cant feel you able-minded, though winded in halls like proverbs; cant keep up compete i am uterly useless superflous: thoroughly desolate completely alone (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 8th, 2004
1:42 am	"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we," George W. Bush Wow... its either this, or Kerry. What a bright future this counter is going to have! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 2nd, 2004
8:45 pm	Tool Aenima (1996) Eulogy He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. (2x) We're gonna miss him (2x) So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. (2x) Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. (2x) We're gonna miss him (2x) No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. But it was so loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin' lie. Don't you step out of line. (3x) Don't you fuckin' lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin' space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. [sic] Goodbye... (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 29th, 2004
11:50 am	NARC PARTY This is your convention on drugs. By Matt Taibbi Remember Super Tuesday? John Kerry was in Washington that day, in a dark, depressing shopping mall called the Old Post Office Pavilion. Flanked by his family and about 1200 Washington insiders who had arrived early to formally kiss his ass, Kerry, mouth all Chiclets, gave a smug acceptance speech and gleefully cracked the proverbial champagne magnum on the S.S. Foregone Conclusion, which comes into port in Boston this week. I was about 15 yards from Kerry during his Super Tuesday speech, just to his left, in the press section. I was at the stage of my campaign-trail work where I was actually pretending, in public, to "cover" the campaign so that the other reporters would not catch on to what was going on in my mind. After about three weeks on the bus with Kerry, I was in a state of almost complete mental paralysis. It was almost like a state of amnesia, or the annihilating early onset of schizophrenic illness, brought on by some deeply traumatic experience—like watching your father butcher your mother to death, or catching your wife screaming with pleasure in bed with Hitler. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 25th, 2004
5:29 pm	my new hypomalenistic red ear female (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 24th, 2004
11:47 pm	quick story- so im on yahoo pool under the name el_guitarista_cubano and this mexicano says to me ?Vive fidel? so i cus him out to the best of my ability in spanish. MUERA FIDEL (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 6th, 2004
9:45 pm	Slitherin Alberto Pablo (Comment on this)
Monday, July 5th, 2004
9:59 pm	look at us. we're addicted to the lies and hate like they are herion we've become addicted to taking the pain away and the only way to take the pain away is by inflicting it upon each other. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 4th, 2004
5:09 pm	First a little joke Now some other pics Current Mood: hot (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 3rd, 2004
12:45 pm	The newest member of the family. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 5th, 2004
6:08 pm	Today is a day beyond all days when i woke up sweating and decided i nolonger cared right now is the time when being dirty isnt what they said its like; in fact, its even better This is the turning point- no more. im slamming shut the doors to my weakest parts so read this lette rand cringe alllow me to indulge in your temporary regreat ill be back to normal tomarrow. (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 29th, 2004
10:49 pm	mother dosent really like to disagree she only wants what's right for me she told me so mother dosent really lik to yell but its to save my soul from hell she told me so mother dosent mind the pain of driving me insane cause god said to mother dosent really like to cry its all because I lied just like the government Mother really wants to die to get to the other side but i think she's afriad (Comment on this)
Friday, May 21st, 2004
6:33 pm	Me and Zack went on an adventure today to explore the swamp lands. Perfect opportunity to take some photos. It was a bit dissapointing, but there were a few good ones.   (Comment on this)
12:43 pm	Look at this. Amazing. I love how you cant see anything but the bridge, like  portal into another world. You cant see whats beyond the bridge, you cant see whats around it. Its completely desolate, as if it is your destiny to be here this very second. And its calling. (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 20th, 2004
4:00 pm	*photo is not mine, i cant find the photographer's name, though* When you get ready to enter the books write a line about the boy whom you pushed along with all your false hope. get drunk tonight, and scream out in pain at the thought of never having me again. your spirit encapsulates me. then you will run along, forgetting the things that you seemed to be dedicated to. flee in the night like a bird. a raven that seems so creepy in the candle light tapping on the fringes of sanity and at the door. But ravens never fly at night, they fly at day doning a black coat to raise suspicion... allowing the mind to entertain the idea. Wise owls whom, we assume are at home in their books and appropriatness are the real predators in the night. using the cloak of darkness to sneak up on their weary prey. when you enter the books, write a line for me.   (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
12:57 pm	I accidentaly screwed up a little bit on this one. Its cool, though. (Comment on this)
12:47 pm	Okay. This is a new journal. A plave where I can post Poetry or Pictures or anything like that. This'll be great. No need to ever comment, but it'd be nice if you added me! -Nick (Comment on this)