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Monday, May 3rd, 2004

Time:4:58 pm.
I lied.
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Friday, April 16th, 2004

Time:3:08 am.
I don't post in here anymore.

I post in my livejournal:

www.livejournal.com/users/theunpopular1

Criticize me as much as you can, especially on my spelling for criticize.
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Time:3:08 am.
I don't post in here anymore.

I post in my livejournal:

www.livejournal.com/users/theunpopular1

Criticize me as much as you can, especially on my spelling for criticize.
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Friday, April 9th, 2004

Time:3:01 pm.
don't compliment me.
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Wednesday, March 31st, 2004

Subject:If this is not you then what is?
Time:8:04 pm.
I turned the doorknob with a trembling hand, and as it swung open, shining bright with perfection and heaven, her image was radiating my optic nerve and soothing all the vessels it traveled through. A smile tore through my face cut immidiately by the invisible surgeon created by her glow of beauty. Her suitcase is tossed down onto the light brown hardwood floor, giving it enough slip to keep going all the way until it was stopped by the couch. Her purse was thrown upon the same table as her keys, and as she rips off her shoes, I tore off my pants. We started to kiss with all dramaticity, complete with plenty of fluid exchanges and smeared lipsticks. We collapsed upon eachother on the couch with our legs tangled in knots that even a sailor could not un-tie, and our tongues intertwined in swirls like a neverending candy cane. She tore off her dress and threw it upon the coffee table as we rolled upon the red carpet, she always loved being on top...
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Subject:Heated mug of blood
Time:8:02 pm.
Ring goes the telephone, hello goes the vocal chords. Bang bang goes the gun, splitter splatter goes the flesh.
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Sunday, March 28th, 2004

Subject:her eyes, they shine of everything you know beautiful.
Time:8:18 pm.
With one instance of regretful action, your world goes to hell. It is as if when she lets her tear fall to the earth, with it's smack upon the mud, a thousand miles away thousands die from hell being unleashed upon a rural populated area... complete with de-limbings and spilled intestines.

With what she had done to you, it felt that a single tear from her eyes had the power to kill thousands. And to imagine, she had done this to you four times over.

Now you can thank all of those martyrs now sleeping forever slowly becoming compost for giving themselves up for your dirty teenage heartbreak.

Ahh, the wonderful days and mixed emotions the teenage life deals you. Nothing else is this rich, this powerful.
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Subject:face down.
Time:8:09 pm.
Buried 10 feet beneath green grass smothered with 3 feet of colorless cement, no one can hear you scream.
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Subject:Your sweat drips as you try to move your blue hands... not comfortable when tied to a chair.
Time:7:38 pm.
And after everything had happened, you still wondered what would had happened if you hadn't taken his life-long dream for yourself. Would he have still done what he had done? He couldn't have, because then you nor her would still be living...
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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004

Subject:and the white turned to red
Time:12:37 am.
Salutations to this golden summer. May it bring happy sads and smiling frowns.
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Sunday, March 21st, 2004

Time:11:53 pm.
and among the dead you shall find thousands of innocent children with lives cut short from future teenage gatherings and drunked parties of wonderful memory and screeching turns onto broad highways. Vast is the distance of which you can see the rubble travel, it seems to go forever. The sky is green from the ever growing poison of which was constantly being thrusted into the atmosphere from the hundreds of man-made objects with the sole purpose meant to destroy. You utter to yourself "How did it ever come to this?" Walking down the endless line of the dead and rotting bodies piled upon eachother you find yourself coming across a gap of which leads to the underworld beneath you. The gaping hole seemed to have a life of its own, breathing fumes that you did not dare to ask yourself what exactly they were. You found it out of place that it had gotten colder and colder the deeper you went, but the light had gotten brighter, becoming harder to handle with your fragile eyes of which hadn't seen the sun in 13 years. The bottom got hold of your feet when you let go of your hold on the last jagged piece of concrete, and you looked both ways trying to make out where exactly you had just gone to. Looking up gave you a stomach ache as the green sky bellowed down into the cavern reaching your lungs with every sight of it you had taken. After realizing it is much more tolerant in the underground artery, you decide to make your pick as to which direction you want to explore. Walking towards your left took you into more light whcih seemed to give birth from nothing, and it gave you a nice gentle warm feeling, as if you were being blanketed by a loving mother. The light had now become too radical for your eyes to take, and the end of the tunnel had been unable to make out; it was pure white, but you still walked on in curiousness. A door appeared in front of you that seemed to have tried to sneak up on you. The door was completely out of place having a stainless steel radiant silver doorknob with perfect spherical shape, and the body itself was perfectly rectangular, fitting into the wall of light with mathmatical transcendence. And then you reach for the doorknob, only to realize someone else was from the other side as well. The door swings open, and what you see takes your nervous system and throws it into a jet engine. Was it a mirror? No, the background was quite different from yours; the otherside of the door was an underground transportation node meant to carry hundreds of buisnessmen and homeless people to their desired destination. He was even making the same movements as you. It was the same exact suit you wanted very much for yourself that you had seen years before hanging lonely inside the glass cage on Michigan Avenue. But looking at your hand, and then his, one major difference was noticed... a golden ring.
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Subject:You Hate I
Time:3:27 am.
I don't feel like writing in here today.

The fact that the fire was black in color was odd to me. In the barren wasteland of desert for 500 miles in all directions, I moved closer to the burning object, flaring clouds of sand with each hastened step. As the fire was lowering in distance from me, I still couldn't make out what was being eaten away by the hungry flame. Finally I arrived within a dozen feet of the burning object, and to my horror... the fire was burning from nothing. The sound of the flame was violent to my ears, relevant to the sound of an angry beast tearing flesh away from it's victim's bone. In less than a moment it had turned dead silent, and the flame instantly ventured forth back to where it was erupting from, startling me.

What had just happened?

Amazed by the sight I had just witnessed, a gunshot sounded from behind me, and it gave me a feeling of which felt that my heart had hated my body and jumped out of my chest. I turn around viciously, and before me lay an abomination no person should ever have to see. The weapon of choice was obviously a shotgun, seeing that an entire side of her face is missing and brain tissue can be seen oozing out into the open air, staining red the dry desert earth. Already I can see flying bugs trying to salvage some of the open wound; if I could smell the odor of suicide from where I was standing, I'm sure bugs can smell it from a hundred times this distance. After getting over this sight of trepidation, I notice that she is wearing a gorgeous black prom dress. Her hair seems to have been worked on for hours on end with the intent of impressing someone, and I was hoping I wouldn't physically see her thoughts of the answer to this question reek from the now rotting open skull. I had finally gotten the courage to move closer to her, with the hope to find clues as to what would cause such a beautiful girl to do such a thing to herself. Reaching her limp body, I was now used to the sight and I squatted down to have a closer look at her baby blue diamond bracelet on her left wrist which seemed familiar to my eyes. I reached for the bracelet and started to run my thumb across the smooth silver brackets when the girl's right hand grabbed my wrist with an extreme force, squeezing so hard that the blood vessels started to pop and blood poured from my fingertips. My heart had now exploded with enough force to injur any close pedestrians if any had been there, and my eyes seemed to be watered to the extent that it felt like they were going to slip from my face onto the parched sand. Fear had taken over my body, and with speed I had switched my attention to the girl's face. Unanticipatedly with the fury and utter rage of a thousand deaths, her eyelids flew open.

I guess I lied about when I said I didn't feel like writing.
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Thursday, March 18th, 2004

Subject:complete with shiny wrapping paper with thousands of little squares.
Time:5:08 pm.
And you handed it to me with glee. I reached both of my hands out and gently took it from your grasp, as to shift the weight of the box from you to me with perfection. Looking down upon it, I saw myself bent and skewed because of the gentle waves in the reflecting wrapping paper. I reached to one side of the box while one hand held it upright, and I tore it open. The wrapping paper seemed like it wanted to be removed as fast as possible as if it were a mammal constricted of oxygen by being tightly tied and taped to a three dimensional figure. Taking hold of the box with my other hand I searched each side for a point of which I can expose this box's innards. Seeing the shine of a piece of tape, I immidiately attacked it with my thumbnail as to remove it from keeping the box from opening itself. As the flap lifted off, the box gained weight from less than an ounce to four tons as it slammed to the floor with a sonic boom, cracking floorboards and bending them towards the sky. Peering into the box, light emitted with a force of an oncoming semi truck, and I was forced to jerk my head away. Using my hand to try to block as much light as possible, I caught glimpse of what was inside.

I blinked, and when my eyes were opened I peered around me. It wasn't the front room anymore. Where was I? Coming to realization, I looked at my new environment. It was extraordinary, the quad-colored bed comforter was messily to one side of the bed, with the pillows randomly thrown about at the top half of the bed. I turned my entire body to be greeted by myself peering back at me through the floor-to-ceiling closet door mirrors, shining with cleanliness. I look to my right and see the silver stereo system atop the brown pelvis high dressers, amongst the obnoxious amount of clutter made by cd cases, hair shcrunchies, eyeliner pencils, and make up cases. Looking to my left I see the television streaming the Disney channel sitting behind the blue see-through half blown up blow-up sofa lieing on the ground, being the seat for a few peices of dirty laundry. After surveying my surroundings, I finally notice the constant sound of shower water trickling steadily down someone's soft back. She turns it off and my heart skips a thousand beats. I take a seat on the side of the bed because I was not able to stand anymore, my knees gave out. I can't comprehend where I am, this cannot be happening. I hear the familiar loud and revolting screech of the door sliding against the linoleum bathroom floor; her bathroom door was put on on an angle and didn't open smoothly. And just as the thought of "This cannot be happening" tears through all of my muscles at once, she emerges into the light brown doorway with her hair still wet from the shower moments before. I always loved how she looked when she had just gotten out of the shower. She glares at me with her deep eyes filled with placidity, and smiles. I rub my eyes of the water from the opened floodgates, and when I remove my hands from my face I see my alarm clock ticking with its regulated ticks. I throw my sheets off of myself and get dressed for school. Picking up my bookbag and tossing it over my shoulder, the memory of the way she looked as she came out of the shower was sone into my brain. I gave a little smile, and opened the door to go downstairs for breakfast.
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Subject:If you were a guitar chord, not one scale formula could desribe your absolute perfection.
Time:12:55 am.
Placing it down upon the table, I come to the conclusion that even an hour of silence shared with you is better than a million hours of conversation with anyone imaginable. With each and every graceful word you mutter I am shooken with an unexplainable rush of inspiration filling up my entire existance in space and time through the small of my back.

The harp fits you with extraordinary perfection; I feel an immense surge of beauty as if it were tangable hurricane precipitation at 99 miles per hour rocketing from your aura, not because of the exquisiteness of your performance, but because it is you adjoined with this instrament of great intelligence and artistry. In fact, if all of the precious adjectives of which descibe you were to be in one place at one time, the universe would have to make an infinite amount of more room to only fit half of the total.

You fill my spirit with awe-inspiring tanquility with the delecate strum of each golden string. You are forever luring me towards you as I float forever into the endless gaze of your eyes. The distance between you and me still gorws larger and larger with each step I take. I pray that you exist, I pray that this isn't a game.

Exist with all truthfulness...
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Subject:I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, that's right, you're 600 miles away from me.
Time:12:51 am.
And then I told you it was my birthday tomorrow. You said "You could of warned me."

Don't worry girl, I will stay 17 forever until I receive that birthday hug you promised me.

I will stay 17 forever...
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Tuesday, March 16th, 2004

Subject:Thousands of eyes peering upon you, each is one of your regrets, each wants his revenge.
Time:9:51 pm.
and as you walked upon the concrete canvas, your skin tore open with the sudden rough tug of the man ahead of you. You were just getting used to the sharp ends of the rusted steel wristbands by keeping a steady pace with the men around you as to prevent this exact occurance from happening, but when the entire line is suddenly jerked forward there is nothing you can do to stop the silver jagged teeth of steel of which were wrapped around each wrist from passing through each layer of your epidermis until coming in contact with a blood vessel, releasing red ooze onto your shackles and being greeted by the many other blood stains of former owners of the same cuffs that you are wearing. Gazing into the burning white sun, you see the shape of your predator standing upon one of the towers, watching as each of his victims walk with complete resent of their lives and with no care for what is coming to them. For they have already endoured months of tourture from endless amounts of different contraptions built with the sole purpous of driving into your body to pull forth your soul, to pull forth your sanity... aside from your internal organs still pumping blood with every last hope to survive outside of your body. With your eyes still on your predator, you can smell his hatred towards your existance; you can see his evil grin reach towards his right ear as he remembers how it feels to take the life of another helpless human being and what his victim's madula oblongotta looks upon the wall. His eyes start to wander as you pull the aluminum wire of which was hidden beneath the first layed of your skin. Finally you see the time is right, and you insert this makeshift key into the hole of which locked these steel teeth upon your arms. With all the hope you have ever experienced in your life being exerted upon your concerntration to unlock yourself free, they click. Nothign has ever sounded so beautiful to you in your entire life. They still hang upon your wrists as if no longer living, but of course you couldn't get away under the watch of the death-thirsty predator. The line moved forward coming close to the open mouth of which led to your destiny of becoming another bloodstain on a wall. As if luck was your teenage sweetheart, the guards keeping an eye on the doorway have been told of a shift change. One guard remains, but to him there is no worry in the world as he speaks to his son on the video phone which causes his back to be turned to your direction. You take one last breath and you try to enjoy it as much as you can, for it will be the last breath you will be taking in a while that will not be involved with worry and nervousness. You drop your shackles to the ground, and you roll beneath the window of the guard speaking with his loving son.
"I promise I'll take you sailing this weekend...Yes, Sally can come with...Yes we can rent a speedboat..."
With one quick look over your shoulder upon the soldier look from the watchtower, you feel a massage upon your heart, as you see he is deep in thought watching the other direction the prisoners enter into their last room of living. Turning the corner and entering the door, you are immidiately greeted by the eyes of the loving father's back. Standing completely upright, you see you are much greater than him, and you are much more powerful than him with your shackles being hopelessly dragged by the line, sad without it's slave, sad without it's wrists of which to feed upon. Looking down, with all of the happiness in the world, you see his weapon leaning against the opposing wall completely loaded and cocked, rules of the prison due to usual rioting and violence to be dealt with almost daily. Picking it up, you immidiately remember your training back in your early twenties and you remember that the men you will be facing against are prison guards, having found this job with great luck after being previously fired from the Car Repair Shop, or the Junkyard, or as the High School Custodian. With one complete motion, you aim the gun directly at the middle of the back of his head, take the phone from his hand, and whisper...


"Daddy won't be coming home tonight."
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Monday, March 15th, 2004

Subject:through the thousand of electrical lines, too many are sending the words "goodbye"
Time:5:59 pm.
In my attempt to awe you, my bad side still loomed in the back of my head shrouded with darkness of which I could not see past. I hoped you printed them out and spat upon them, pleasuring and feeding the evil that grows with each envelope of hatred sent in my direction.
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Sunday, March 7th, 2004

Subject:and then you looked down
Time:11:50 pm.
And you were wondering to yourself, "Who is that boy beneath the literature that is passing through my eyes?"

And a voice from behind you whispered in your ear "It is the boy who wrote what you are reading."
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Subject:You should practice that a few times.
Time:11:48 pm.
(picture was stolen. inform me of who took it)
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Time:1:25 pm.
And you thought you were doing the right thing; seeing as I never knew what you were doing and that you were having as much fun as you could ever have.

You tossed me out like a used condem. You found someone. You looked into their eyes and saw yourself, including your past, then you finally realized what you were to me.

Thanks for the feeling of being a used condem that filled up not with sperm, but regret. Thanks for telling me you are now dating a mirror.
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