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[27 Dec 2003|02:55pm] |
Jeff Buckley; quiet and sensitive; raised by your
mother, insanely talented, just breaking the
scene when tragedy strikes.
What dead musician are you?
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| eh. |
[27 Dec 2003|02:13pm] |
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Yeah, so I'm not sure if I'm inherently paranoid or not...but it sure seems like everybody is out to get me today. I'm still not comfortable at all. I feel like Brother Justin on Carnivale...atleast, conceptually. I'm the preacher against something, and everybody respects me for it, and yet I feel that which I preach against. I feel hypocritical, guilty and I'm damning society for crafting this elaborate shitwave which I'm forced to endure. Humans are silly creatures, aren't we? Oh, yeah...I also had this strange dream last night. It was a nighmare, actually...haven't had one in years.
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| Fucking. |
[27 Dec 2003|02:10pm] |
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Fucking hell. I'm pissed off right now.
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| Talking on the phone. |
[26 Dec 2003|09:02pm] |
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This girl is absolutely wonderful.
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| Sick. |
[26 Dec 2003|12:07pm] |
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I'm still sick, but getting better...and tomorrow at midnight we leave for the Caribbean. -sigh.- Always happens to me. =]
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| Love. |
[25 Dec 2003|09:47pm] |
It has come, a skeletal limb -
perched above two frozen lips.
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| a chant. |
[15 Dec 2003|07:20pm] |
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[i am a poet, i am a poet, i am a poet, i am a poet...]
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| What is this!? |
[14 Dec 2003|02:22pm] |
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I've been listening to songs by people like Paula Cole and Third Eye Blind lately..pop? Hrm. Weird.
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| Androgyny. |
[13 Dec 2003|05:11pm] |
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So, I'm sitting here, with my legs completely crossed. Either it's because I'm so skinny, I'm abhorrently flexible, or my dick is so small. Did that make sense? I believe it did. My chest isn't large, but my pecs do stand out if I wear tight shirts. Hm. I've been mistaken for a female before...if only I grew my hair out long, eh? I do have a bit of a loose wrist, but I'm straight. Being emaciated makes me seem a bit more feminine than I would be otherwise. Complete with an active queer theory activist attitude, tight pants and see-through shirts, I can see why people think I'm gay. Oh well. ------------------------ straight.
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| Baby Jesus. |
[11 Dec 2003|09:00pm] |
Do Love Not War [8:58 PM]: i could buy one of those light-up christmas baby jesus plastic things, and wear it as a backpack. cut its head open with a box-cutter and put my books in there.
LOL! Best idea EVER.
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[09 Dec 2003|07:16pm] |
Do Love Not War [7:14 PM]: a bustier with a jean mini skirt?
Its a spamwich [7:15 PM]: yes.
Do Love Not War [7:15 PM]: doesn't that violate some sort of fashion law?
Its a spamwich [7:15 PM]: it looks pretty hot.
Haha. Nice.
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| Damn! |
[04 Dec 2003|08:40pm] |
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I consider myself a good writer, but Jesus Christ..I tried to perform my poetry slam style and I seriously sucked. Really, really badly. I mean, I'm even admitting that I sound bad without anybody telling me (even though though they are.) After trying to perform poetry, I really have respect for those who can capture the audience and perform. Pft...I'm quiet and shy, anyways. I just wanted to give it a shot.
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| Oi. |
[04 Dec 2003|07:42pm] |
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Mom was at curves (working out gym for femmes) and apparently her partner was a senior girl who attends my school..when the girl inquired as to my name, my mom told her and the girl apparently freaked out and said she was a huge fan of my writing. That's bizarre.
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| How? |
[03 Dec 2003|05:40pm] |
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"How can I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours?"
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| Please? |
[03 Dec 2003|05:34pm] |
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Please don't let tonight be like last night. I love this song, though. It's so beautiful. /refrain/. What a big step.
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| yeah, this was it... |
[02 Dec 2003|08:01pm] |
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i took a big step today in expressing myself truly. if you want to know, ask me. if you don't know me, i probably won't tell you, as it is very personal.
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| Meh. |
[01 Dec 2003|09:22pm] |
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i have concluded that i am officially sexually frustrated.
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| Somebody answer. |
[01 Dec 2003|07:19am] |
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Is it stalkerish to have a picture of an "ex" on your desktop, even if you still love them? ^_~
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| Rummaging through my old things. |
[29 Nov 2003|09:16pm] |
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I found a letter that you wrote to me..6 years old. That's a little less than 25% of my lifetime ago. Anyway..Heh. My love. Man..we were young and stupid back then. Let's see...*reaches for the paper.* Jesus, man...so much pain...I can't even describe it. You signed it.."Luv always." Funny how things change..just like you said. I mean, I can't let go of you. Even when I had an IRL girlfriend, like you mentioned in the letter...everything sort of comes back to you. I don't know if I'll ever be able to love again. I don't know if this is right. If this is how it is. I don't know much of anything, really. And sometimes..I don't want to. I just want to read this letter and cry, because it seems that is all I'm good at nowadays. I can't believe I've even kept the letter this long. Maybe it's because you're my life, even when we're apart. Huh. Pathetic.
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