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[31 Mar 2004|05:31am] |
My best friends come in black with white trim,
keeping formal tabs on what gets locked in the end.
Jumping canyons just to make it all way home,
while making sure not to break windows or alternate control.
I wait behind dark spots of space and stuck caps
for a question to shift from "how are you?" to address.
I speak best through code formatted by underground lines.
To the made up names that occupy my life.
I think I've become afraid of public..
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[31 Mar 2004|05:11am] |
Fall Out Boy and Matchbook Romance put on a killer show the other night. Damn good. The Rain Forest Cafe is bad ass.. complete with monkeys and the best pizza I've ever eaten. I've been downloading a crap load of music, the new Senses Fail and Northstar cds are pretty good. Along with the new Funeral for A Friend. Blah Blah..
This is what Jay Leno looks like as the killer in my movie. And yes this is Real.
From the 80's to the outta workies.. yeah, I'm dumb..
Yeah I'm an idiot who got carried away with paintshop..
But my mom says I'm cool.
Everyone should go download some Hearsay Tao right now because they rock..along with Trashing Andi. I'm outtie. Ice.
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| every failure's just as sweet as the last... |
[19 May 2003|02:44pm] |
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I wonder what the Pillsbury Dough Boy would taste like if we buttered him up and cooked him. mmmm...
Well I got all prettied up for no reason. I blame it on a migraine. rawr. =]
Well Critter, Snake and I are off to find something to do.
Adios.
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| Fuck Friends |
[08 Apr 2003|06:15pm] |
"Taste this..
it's your fuckin death and I'll hand it to you just the way you like it, weak and afraid."
If you're no longer on my friends list, the chances that I hate you are quite high..
ohh I love and live for LiveJournal.
Ft. Myers is soooo cool.
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| Dance! Dance! |
[22 Mar 2003|07:56pm] |
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Oh My God.. I have the most wonderful, incredible and perfect girlfriend in the entire fucking world... guess who's going to see Justin Timberlake for his Birthday? Oh yeah that's me. Fuck yeah. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck yeah!! Thank you baby!! I love you soo much!! I can't stop smiling.. Gosh I love you. Thank you for a perfect day! =]
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[22 Mar 2003|06:38pm] |
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I cheat on my girlfriend with online girlfriends [and boyfriends too]. Cybering is how I like it done. So IM me sometime!!!
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[16 Jan 2003|09:46am] |
the new FSF cd is fucking amazing..
::orgasm::
well it's band practice time. Adios.
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[11 Jan 2003|10:31pm] |
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I am so hot in my new icon. This isn't Lexi.. I swear.
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| I wish I was Shampoo.. |
[30 Dec 2002|10:04pm] |
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ya know.. I'd call myself avaricious
because sufficiency has not been met,
but I know we know better,
since desire is now requirement.
so I've got you here in memory
and dreams of all the simple things.
like the feel of your skin and the taste of your lips,
the smell of your hair and your breath on my neck.
I'm missing all of these
along with the profound sleep they bring.
two days too long, two hundred miles too far.
It's far too cold to be out alone searching for stars.
so I'm staking it out indoors,
revisiting beaches and parked cars.
and even though you're not here
at least I have the key to your heart.
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| ol Johnny likes sams classic.. |
[26 Nov 2002|11:39am] |
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Letter Kills - The Village Anthem |
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::yawn::
for what reason Kellogs decided to make a cereal called mud and bugs is far beyond me but they sure are yummy..
..I miss the Ninja Turtle cereal from back in the day, it was basically rice chex with marshmallows but they were so good. The comercial for that cereal always baffled the hell out of me though. It took place in a warehouse of some sort with Shredder, BeBop and Rocksteady planning something. Then the Ninja Turtles would run in and throw a net on them. (the net being the chex in the cereal)But a fucking net?? This is supposed to be the Shredder, he controls an army of foot soldier containing thousands, he's got a damn portal to Dimension X..yet he was captured by a net.. I always wondered about that. Ah well. Shower time. Adios.
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[10 Nov 2002|03:57pm] |
assuming from the vascularity,
the transition of this feeling to you from me.
this is our escape from crumbled years
of unwitting tears
taken from a sleepless nights dream
and all the dreamless nights of sleep.
dig your nails in deep and don't let go
this is our freedom away from the joke
that this world contains sincere people
who don't only think in sums of a single
digit
you're all I've really got
so don't let go..
you're all I've really got
I'm not letting go..
taken over by a mind full of debauchery,
powered by the acrid taste of reality.
we've broken free, found our something to hold on to,
a simple clutch that brings us obvious proof
that it can be easy to breathe
and you really are all that I need
dig your nails in deep and don't let go
this is our freedom away from the joke
that this world contains sincere people
who don't only think in sums of single
digits
the viscous
the brainless
the fascists.
my mood is
relentless
when against
the masses.
along with all the drama queens
well prepared for her crying scene
and all of the childish malcontent
with complaints of insignificance
let them all burn
from the fires of lies
and get eaten by the wolf
from crying his name so many times
maybe they'll understand they weren't burdened
with as much as they thought..
maybe by then it won't be too late..
you're all that I need..
and for now you're all I've got.
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[27 Oct 2002|03:35pm] |
Hidden behind this esoteric wall
built on the fear of his own physical flaws,
was the last dying wish of this forborne kid
to find nonexistent peripheral bliss.
He found his order in disorder
blood covering the porcelain
"I'm not beautiful until I'm thinner"
He'll be dead when this is over.
The vanity of beauty
he'll stop when he chokes up his heart.
she'll stop when her body's just one scar.
The vanity of beauty
but the beautiful never have to starve
and they'll never find comfort in a razor
Bottling up her feelings to keep everyone out
nonattachment means never losing who she cares about.
all she needs is a mother not a full time critic,
find her faults, find her flaws, search for fucking defects.
She found her order in disorder
slashing flesh to move forward
"I won't stop till I hit bone"
maybe in death she'll be perfect for her mother
The vanity of beauty
he'll stop when he chokes up his heart.
she'll stop when her body's just one scar.
The vanity of beauty
but the beautiful never have to starve
and they'll never find comfort in a razor.
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[14 Oct 2002|09:29pm] |
Life is good. Perfect.
If I smile any harder my face might fall off.
you deserve great days
"and great nights in kitchens and parks"
Thank you Lexi.. for everything. For making life wonderful.
Lost in wonderland is an understatement.
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[11 Oct 2002|11:04am] |
Well me, Critter, Ryan, and my mom are all on our way to Halloween Horror nights.. it shall be fun and I'll be thinking of you all night. ::sigh::
exhale
exhale
exhale
Ixel
Ixel
Ixel
"let's fall asleep together
hold me darling 'cause I’m scared
and I can't do this alone
but i need
your heartbeat
to haunt me
your cold lips to breathe
a promise that, tomorrow
we'll wake up somewhere new"
-Thrice
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[10 Oct 2002|11:16am] |
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Affinity - The most delicate confession |
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Blessed be.
For you're all I have tonight.
So please dont let me go.
Cause what's a boy to do with a broken heart.
I've packed my bags before and I don't want to do it again.
And for the last time my soul exalted.
Tears flow, from the pain of, the joy of, at the breath of you.
With palms extended to embrace.
I promise I will cherish this even if i have to walk away empty handed with the promise of nothing forever.
Your eyes thrust daggers of unwant at the gift of life,
they drain my wishes through clouds of disgust.
Waiting only waiting for the right time to rise.
Rise above all and receive the pain of, the joy of, to be blessed with...
For you're all I have tonight.
Rise above all and receive the pain of, the joy of, be blessed with.... the gift of love.
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[20 Sep 2002|02:40pm] |
A desideration to
wake up next to you
An overplayed scene
from salubrious dreams
Preceding..
or at least just depending.
Watching the sun dance across your face
as I run my hand across your cheek.
You'll open your eyes.
Those beautiful eyes.
You'll just smile.
with that gorgeous smile.
You'll whisper one thing
"come here now"
I'll smile and pull you close to me
and we'll kiss..
strong enough to conceal my everything,
trust me it's there.
I've put my all into this.. one moment
my heart, my soul, my flesh and my bone.
I offer you this..
it's all there..
Inside this kiss.
Then suddenly we're on that hill..
The one we've danced on.
We've layed there under the stars so many times before.
but it's never felt this real.. is this real? please let this be real..
then I wake up..
sighworthy...
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[16 Sep 2002|08:13pm] |
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I hate myself..
Ride the sky and pull down Polaris.
Rip it's beauty into shreds.
I hope I choke on my own morals
and someone finds me dead.
Strangle this passionless life.
I don't deserve to breathe.
The crime goes farther than blasphemous
when you rip off an angel's wings.
I've managed to kill perfection,
drowned it in disapointment with ease.
I miss you, I miss you. I know that I need you.
I hate this, but please don't hate me.
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| even the printer reminds me of you.... |
[16 Sep 2002|02:17am] |
Hi.. I'm in Orlando with Kip and Colin.. I'm tired and I miss my bed. I want to be home. I want to be with you...
A life as dark as sight for the blind
with the table set with a feast full of lies.
I've spoon fed the fool and now I'm quite full
I'll induce vomiting to try to cough up the truth.
Follow the trail of ripped, shattered hearts.
I'll be at the end, hands covered in blood from tearing new scars.
I've learned to make my hopes high, they'll always come down.
Just the higher they are, the longer it takes to hit the ground.
All good things die, while the great kill themselves.
The bad live forever without even asking for help.
Happiness was tracked down and burned at the stake.
Misery was welcomed and loved all in vain.
A collection of ruined lives and broken down walls.
My best hobby, my worst nightmare both equally wrong.
With a check list of casualties, losses and kills.
I'm still just the idealist dreaming of being ideal.
adios.
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