Smoking Area

Revenge is sweet

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 09:59:37 GMT

She said "I'm faithful"
I said "yeah right"

three years

Fri, 16 Jul 2004 09:24:58 GMT

the weather's the same. It's like living the disaster again.
i can't say nothing's changed. It's what it's like to rain.

God crying for your pain.

Dry without the sun, parched without heat

Tue, 27 Apr 2004 07:38:14 GMT

I've never heard Dylan, but my mother sang me the song it's not my place to want anything and history will repeat itself when the lessons aren't learned all I can take from this is that birds are meant to fly and bad guys go to hell and everybody dies
Nothing has been the same I've left behind my claim my life is still wild but I've grown tame, bring nothing beyond the God I blame. The kittens that are trapped in my drain have no way out and only oblivion to gain. A brain without a heart is a constant machine. A broken heart is a heart all the same. The ghosts of the past weren't meant to last but look at this trash. its still holding on to a feather of hope. Down Boy Down. Drown.

"I ain't looking for sympathy, I'm used to dealing with apathy. The scars on my wrist may seem like a crime just wish me better luck next time so what if I died a thousand deaths you would think I'm insane but I have no regrets, one more time won't matter no question, suicide is self expression"

This ship's not going down without a fight. Nor a pep talk too trite.

Trips

Wed, 10 Sep 2003 16:45:48 GMT

What a beautiful break, that was too short. But even without a trip to galera (and tripping in galera with the Rastaman pepperoni pizza) I got to travel if at least mentally.

Purple clouds around Mars as it comes closer
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Riding the thought waves

Thu, 14 Aug 2003 17:17:25 GMT

I'm either cuted out or just simply jealous... But I do think that I'll figure everything out in the morning. I'll sleep on it. When the sun comes up I'll go riding again. Buck-o-nine playing in the back and brownies before me. I'll sleep on it.

A parody of lies, a fear of spies, a search for scheis, I'll rest my eyes now

Another usual day

Tue, 12 Aug 2003 07:57:56 GMT

Typical. Freshly baked before noon. Hung out with C___ at Jekyll after our test, which I hope we did well in. We sorta didn't study. It's been a tiring day today, and from what I understand, it's only going to get worse tonight. No sleeping. It's time for some rocks and roll.

This is too crazy. I really can't do anything right now other than chill out and wait for my class. Can't even study because I haven't got my book back. Oh well, I need a bit of a break now.

NEW JOURNAL

Mon, 14 Jul 2003 16:00:53 GMT

Ok this stuff sucks. It's stupid.

Ah, it's the eve of my hell. Two years of surviving. Here's to many more.

Time for a change.