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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

i am uterly useless
thoroughly desolate
completely alone
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!
Monday, August 2nd, 2004
8:45 pm
Aenima (1996)

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]
Thursday, July 29th, 2004
11:50 am
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.

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Sunday, July 25th, 2004
5:29 pm

my new hypomalenistic red ear female

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.

Tuesday, July 6th, 2004
9:45 pm




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.
Sunday, July 4th, 2004
5:09 pm

First a little joke

Now some other pics

Current Mood: hot
Saturday, July 3rd, 2004
12:45 pm

The newest member of the family.

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.

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
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.


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.

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.


Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
12:57 pm


I accidentaly screwed up a little bit on this one. Its cool, though.

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!

You can have your links here if you want them. Just write what you want it to say.
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