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[21 Sep 2004|02:07am] |
malicious machination manifests, dropping in spontaneous animation just as droplets of rain sky dive into oblivion surrounded by an electric assault. mischievously existing. still an entity fading into lackadaisical eyes, falling without motion, refuses.
carelessly sprinting through mine fields, shes determined to become one epicene soul.
echo, echo, echo....
"it's your own damn fault things aren't working out for you. I don't mean to throw it onto the table like this, but haven't you realized that no one will bring what you want to you? Go out and get it yourself"
No More Falling. Think Happy Thoughts. Fly...
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(1scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| fuck you livejournal. |
[20 Jul 2004|07:53am] |
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wow. i just realized how much i really really hate livejournal and how much i really really really love blurty.
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(2scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| warning |
[24 Dec 2003|12:52am] |
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(to poop or not to poop) |
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a veil of seemingly vital conditions has come to rape your opinions and pillage your mind. religiously believing in a mini-judgement day. if you keep carrying the beggining of the end up an endless hill, burdening yourself with such a heavy nothing, you'll end up exhausted and eventually force yourself to wither away and die....your minds halls driven into insanity. you'll never reach the top....for there is no top. drop your cross.....come out and play. yes you...lets never stop.
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(6scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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[18 Nov 2003|11:51pm] |
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loving the lamia with endless |lackadaisical lacrimation|, a *loathsome lament* destroys something beautiful. as leaves turn to ((((crystallized rain)))) this is where realization occurs. mist-form memoirs born of ashes never burned haunting the very existence of ones soul. +this make-shift purgatory+ will never do....in pensive dreams you'll fly to heaven abandoning me for incineration
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(2scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| fuck you cunt. |
[10 Nov 2003|10:39pm] |
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ill nino-what comes around |
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"you have a problem and you need to get over your self."-i wasnt in the house for that.
just to let you know. i didnt egg Allen's mom's car stupid ass, but i laughed so hard i almost pissed myself. i just found out from pink like 3 minutes ago and im sorry it "ruined"(-pink) your day.
just to clear a few things up.
im not "stuck" on you, and im not "stalking" you. seeing as you actually believe that you should get over YOURSELF. when you posted in my blurty it was annoying and when you signed my meltingcrows diary it pissed me off. you want nothing to do with me when i IM you but then you can go off and post in my shit. fuck you, none of it is about you. i think your really disgusting actually, and i could give a shit really. i tried to be nice and talk to you, see if we could still be friends but your a stuborn fucking cunt now...what a shame.
yea i know i said "i could really give a shit" but its just been getting so fucking annoying and when my mom came running out to the garage saying Mo says "get over yourself". i became an extremely pissed off Tony for the rest of the night. so see this^. its just a really big FUCK YOU GO TO HELL YOU JEWISH PIECE OF SHIT. get it? good.
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(6scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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[07 Nov 2003|11:13am] |
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the reason for this journals updates being slim is my other journal at livejournal......www.livejournal.com/users/dirtykid
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(all hail the pessimist)
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| dance the night away |
[01 Nov 2003|12:47pm] |
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drowing pool |
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being faced with what I'm faced with I feel
like i can't rock
like a rock hit my heart
started to chain the day
and exploded into pieces
marry me
stay the same
lie to me and try to say you never will
I've got a feeling in my gut now fills me
with so much hope
said fuck it I'm fine
dine and dashed
the pianist peddled into morning
The Used.....pieces mended
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(all hail the pessimist)
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| again. |
[18 Oct 2003|12:15am] |
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ill die tonight knowing your alive, finding refuge in this cell growing around these unworthy scraps of a paper heart never lamenated. raining without end, this coves roots go deeper and grow stronger. lethal thorns burying themselves into flesh unwanted show no signs of flowery futures. every bud once born wilts, turns to ash, and blows away on icy winds. feasting almost vampirically of every drop these binding vines are tracing. taking away my skies, replaced with newborn creatures devouring whats left of this paper. snow. please snow. frost my roses.
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(1scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| and it froze before it fell flew up and rewound |
[10 Oct 2003|02:13am] |
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ill nino-have you ever felt |
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i thought about you tonight. i want my best friend back.
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(3scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| die. your nothing to no one. die. your living a lie. |
[08 Oct 2003|12:27am] |
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even smothered emotion can find spark. even after the fire has been long gone and buried....a burning desire has returned to a pile of ashes incapable of reminding the caution tape of the warehouse in the past. within these boundaries are oceans capturing every angle of your beautiful ways in rippling reflections of your face. songs of laufghter and loving whispers in almost mistform wisps have been blanketing the apparition ive become. your floating carelessly......so soft......innocence of murder can only be contained in drops of salt and crimson. im tapping my fingers. the bell is ringing. can you hear it....can you hear me? this flesh is returning but this prison is still hidden, locked away inside. does a skeleton key exist...no...a nihlist at heart. crying is never aloud....only when it rains.
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(4scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| pricked heart |
[02 Oct 2003|04:41pm] |
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wings of myth soaring and diving around. this needs to die. this needs to be shot down. aimlessly wandering searching for a pseudo heaven that never existed. how could it have meant absolutly nothing. theres something inside that your refusing only every other dream. fathoming through blurred vision. why does everything have to end in vain. whats wrong.....im not aloud dolls. explain why the stars never burned brighter and the moons glow has never kissed the sky so soft. never quite good enough. did you understand. do you care. you dont have to tell me. i already know what youll say. itll just hurt worse that way. i dont want to be stabbed in the chest....covered in blankets of blood would murder this frosted hideaway. theres no point. its hopeless. get out of my head. go away. fuck me. fuck this. fuck...
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(12scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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[03 Sep 2003|09:05pm] |
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why does it hurt so much in my stomache. her hands through my hair, lovly kisses and then she looked into my eyes. she was on the brink of tears, so i asked why. she was so sad, how come everytime i share a kiss with someone they always look so sad...like they are going to cry...like they are scared. all i think to do was hold her. why do i get the feeling....shes not serious.....i found a real one and shes gonna hate me.....i can already feel it. i like her alot....but i cant help but believe that she would be better off without me....for two hours, i expeirenced ten days...im going to be alone for a long time...
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[01 Sep 2003|10:11pm] |
ha ha this isn't tony, ha ha ha, i'm sorry tony this won't happen again i promise just had to go with the fact that i know ur password....
<3 ya chelsea..... woo i'm cool now, the only other person to put an entry in his journal.
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(6scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| vampire |
[29 Aug 2003|04:31pm] |
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the defeat of a coffin and self-loathing reflections taunting existence, tears even the strongest will. drawing in trails of blood, those artistic scars are so pretty. dancing, shrouded in darkness to a crickets song with a vampire princess. sorounded by mist-form guests at war. biting down. loving every moment. realism doesnt exist here.
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(4scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| while knocking out a sidedoor with a baseball bat. |
[28 Aug 2003|01:33pm] |
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wood chips flying in slow motion, splintering hearts upon every divine glance. trying so hard, the skin is wearing off. because of belifs in beautifully spoken love. frustrated tears live inside this metal destroying frustrations.....such tiny things were never meant to kill beholding intertwining smoke of days gone by. just giving up with no true intentions. beating away. chipping away. just wasting time with you in mind. skinless spots on hands remembering that everything was real and you had no reason just to throw it all away.....are you happy now?
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(all hail the pessimist)
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| last weekend with rich and me |
[28 Aug 2003|11:16am] |
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last weekend: 1am-saturday and the fun began. we were bored so rich took some nail polish remover into this big "goblet-like" candle holder and lit it on fire. we thought that would make a kickass picture so i held it and stared at the flame while he took the pic. the camera died right afterwards, and rich wanted to hold the "goblet", so i handed it to him but he tilted it and the flame oozed down and covered his hand in flames. he dropped the "goblet" full of nail polish remover on fire on the floor. WHOOSH! the basement was on fire, and then the dumbass shakes his hand in front of his face to put it out and the flame jumps from his hand to his face! the ends of his eyelashes and front hair were all brown and frayed, it was wicked shit. i just stared at the floor on fire, and rich started to blow on this huge fucking fire and when he realized that didnt do any good he picked up his blanket and hesitated. "i have to sleep with this" then threw it on the fire. i didnt do shit. haha. since the basement smelled like shit we went upstairs and he made deer burgers and we watched the animatrix and the believer (aka the best fuckin movie ever made). then we went outside and started lighting shit on fire. rich went inside and got a perfume bottle and made a swastika (sp?) on the cement and lit it up...that was fuckin sweet, the flame creeped around the whole thing slowly. then around sunrise we started playing around with richs grandpas WWII bayanet, cuting misc shit up. that thing is sharp. we saw the kooler and started cuting up beer cans exploding all over us. then i grabbed the bat and we started to pitch to eachother inventing beer can baseball. we smelled like some drunk muther fuckers when we were done. nothingface, nothingface, and more nothingface. went to sleep, woke up and hung out for a bit in the basement. near sunset went to amandas and chelsea was there. we hung out there for awhile watched the believer again. i hated it. we left later at like 1130 or something and these wigger asses were ont eh sidewalk while we were in the street. rich looked at them and said fuck you. "what?" "FUUUCK YOOOU" we just stared at them and followed them. they got paranoid and stopped letting us in front of them. one of the fucks tried tripping me so i kicked his shin. dumb fuck. they followed us through the ED parking lot and walking through the shopping center the other fuck stepped on richs shoe. rich turned and scared the shit out of him. he looked like he was gonna shit himself. then the girl stepped on his shoe and rich was like "god!"
"what are you gonna do about it?"
"Ill kill you."
"oh youll kill me?"
-reachs into his pocket, but keeps his hand in there-
"let go of his hand and come here. ill kill you right now."
"...."
she didnt let go of his hand.....hahahahhahahahhaha.
we saw them later on that night and they acted like they were walking up on rich but they didnt do shit. they parted around him not touching him.
them-"FAGGOTS!"
me-"PUSSY!"
rich-"NAZI FOR LIFE BITCH!"
it was funny shit....
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(2scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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| calling all computers |
[26 Aug 2003|01:20am] |
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who are these ppl.......check your ip adresses.....just tell me if your on the list.
68.43.223.112-fuck you faggot
69.14.85.49- your a bitch. fuck you im not a liar.
205.188.209.37-IM DYING TO KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! PLEASE TELL ME.
68.43.223.112-YOU! I WANNA KNOW WHO YOU ARE BADLY TOO!
68.42.186.146-the dilinger escape plan.....yea they suck.
64.12.97.7-your cool
172.143.67.25/172.166.111.150/172.155.137.130/172.130.31.11-MEALYA!
12.87.57.147-chelsea or issac
172.129.175.208- pinks!
152.163.253.70-?
172.131.84.238-? WHO ARE YOU ?
192.101.250.254-?
68.42.184.201-?
172.155.109.165-?
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(5scars/ all hail the pessimist)
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