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So I never come here and update this journal anymore. Oh well. I have another journal with ljournal. But not giving it out to anyone. Hoopah. Blah
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I get embarassed when people use coupons at a restraunt.
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Mother of my Unborn Child...
Take a walk with me.
We have a lot to talk about.
I have so much to say.
Never going to say it.
While you hold my hand.
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One mans trash is another mans garbage.
Some people say life is about dying. Others say its about living. Still more people think its about giving.
I suppose I will spend my life dying to live and give people death
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My Atonement
Mine.
Driven from the Mind,
The sands of time escape me,
The lips,
Sad like the broken smile,
You?
I beleive I can say. I can say what I want to say. I can make today my day. And every day after is my day.
Maybe that day is today.
slip into me and let yourself absorb me.
Let yourself take me in by osmosis
Create the feeling of being complete
jugle with the joker at your feet
The sun shines down into the glade. You and I walk through the grass in silent vibrations. Terrified? The fog slumbers itself away elsewhere. Perhaps we should have braught our souls with us? Walk a step forward into the rainbow and look at the past as it walks up to shake your hand.
I was here?
Good Bye
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Jesus must be a rabbit,
Easter must be a Sin,
Everything must be a vision,
That eats my soul from within
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This is my endless word storm. Can you figure this out? Hanging from the glass. Fallen from the past. And can you figure it out? I grabbed the first spike that climbed up from the cealing, Clinging to the life I once had I climbed the forgotten staircase to heavens forsaken. Alas, We meet again as I find you there. You who drowns in sarrow and fills the lake with tears of blood. Dripping from your empty heart you walked to me and dripped the rose of passion on my lips. Saturated with the golden trickle of death I wallowed in you for awhile. Can I wallow in you? This feeling is desperate this Fire is godlike. Torment yourself with the complete. Evactuate the vacum love dangled around your fingers. I split this chasm for you and walk away in the glory of obsidion eyes. This final test. Another clock that strikes another victim down. And I always there. Watching you...
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Intricate,
Woven,
Electric,
Find a simple slice of refreshment,
Take the time to regret,
You didnt put your finger on yet,
The ghost and god will sing,
And bring you to your knees
And you are heavens Angel
Broken from the start,
You walk among the trees
Fallen from the sun,
Your back begins to bleed,
Taken from your body,
Your wings begin to die,
Did God forget to tell you,
All thats living dies,
And when you look up,
searching for an answer,
I broke the bond you had,
And took you in my arms,
Begin to cry my friend,
let your tears be smiles,
and never let go of love,
I will be your end,
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You start at the begining of the day.
Everything goes wrong from that moment.
you end with a pitiful sway,
Everything is less then important,
The broken shivering shell of you
Works to be something more then a drop
Look around nothing to do
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I guess you can say it started a long time ago. Nobody really knows. And if they do know they are probably lying to you anyway. You could also say a lot of things but they wont be what I am gonna say. Nobody is safe anymore. You cant hide from things like Dixie Cups and the internet. You cannot run from fast food companies that want you to be all that you can be. I guess what you can say is that your gonna listen to what I'm gonna say. But you wont. Because Im sane. And your not. So you will probably just ignore the most important message of your life.
Back in the day. And I am talking way back in the day. Probably so far back in the day it was night time. Oh and About 5 years ago was when I had my first "vision" Although doctors call it a hallucination. I consider it divine intervention. But who really knows? I'm still not sure I need to be intervened. What started out as a normal day dream went wrong. I guess what I'm trying to say is. You know something is wrong when Exit Signs in buildings arent green. How can we trust something when it isnt color coded and packed neatly into a pez dispencer. Did I spell that wrong? Dis Spencer. Now i'm off track. Nobody in my store is named spencer. lets get back to the point. I was having a normal daydream. So normal in fact it had to have actually happened but it didnt. Which is proof I am telling the truth about it not actually happening which it most likely did.
Now. You may be thinking to yourself what is wrong with a day dream? Normally nothing. But do you remember what I said before? It was night time. You cant have a daydream at night. It just doesnt happen. Anyone who tells you that you can have a day dream at night is probably like you. And as far as I can tell your insane. Because I'm sane. And nobody gets it.
When I "Awoke" from my daydream which was at night so it must not have been a dream but in all actuallity a hallucination which is best described as a revelation from a higher source; I didnt want to beleive it at first. I pretended it didnt happen. Thats what people who arent sane do. They pretend it didnt happen. And back then I wasnt sane. back then I was handicapped. I had to drive my car to work. I had to go to work 5 days a week. I had to work cuz thats what people do when they arent healthy. Healthy people stay at home and get money from the government. Because the government hurts them so they cant work. If sane people worked. They would have noticed what was going on a long time ago.
Did you know the great depression wasnt really great? if thats true then there was no depression. So everyone worked cuz they werent sane. So back to my day dream that wasnt a day dream. It wasnt a nightmare because there werent any horses.
The next day. I had a nightmare. Now typically you cant have a nightmare. But seriously. In my dream the internet was a prostitute. You had to pay for it to get on. It was the night bus that you read about. The one people sleep on. A traveling apartment with cheap rent. It seriously needed wallpaper. But you would get on and you would be on the internet. And you would be paying the prostitute. But It wasnt a dream. It was real. How else can you explain POP up advertisment. We wake up ever day and we go to work in our cars like it means something and what we dont know is the internet is just a prostitute that sells itself with cookies and faster download speeds if you use DSL.
At some point I woke up. If you would have seen me then. You probably would have thaught. Hmmm. look at that guy. look at him. Then you would forget about me. Because who has the time to remember. you would get in your car and you would go to work. If you saw me then. That is what you would do. But what you dont know is that accidents happen. People die. And when they die. How are they supposed to hang out with prostitutes. How can they stick the internet in the front right pocket and lick it like a popsicle during bed time stories.
The point is. Something big is going down. I dont have much time> But you need to watch out. There are too many buses. Too much cars. You have too many prostitutes.
Survive...
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