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[posted: 05 14 2005] |
CAGEMATCH! tonight.
blue door theatre in spokane. $5, get your tickets by 830.
it's gonna be fucking amazing.
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[posted: 05 08 2005] |
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the first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation that seemed so original. i must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before i spill the things i mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, i'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.
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[posted: 03 17 2005] |
when life gives you lemons
MAKE FUCKING LEMONADE.
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[posted: 03 07 2005] |
i'll always miss certain aspects. conversations. people. but thats what life is about. holding on to the wonderful moments that changed your life. and i'm so grateful, for each second.
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[posted: 10 26 2004] |
i'm sick of disappointment.
mhm bye.
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[posted: 10 21 2004] |
i'm alive.
corn maize & haunted house.
saturday. it's on.
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[posted: 09 25 2004] |
i'm not quite sure what things are between me & zach.
he said "we need to talk", and then "you should come visit".
i'll find out tomorrow, probably.
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[posted: 08 09 2004] |
haha, well.
i'm back.
it was glorious.
i miss you kids.
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[posted: 06 18 2004] |
well.
i haven't updated this in a while.
england in two weeks.
it will be good to get away.
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[posted: 05 16 2004] |
LOVE: a terrible, horrible infectious disease of the mind, that is falsely portrayed as wonderful by most ignorant individuals. it weakens one, allowing them to be easily manipulated, and eventually leads to nothing but pain and suffering.
avoid love like the plague that is, children.
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[posted: 05 04 2004] |
um.
i'm really not quite sure about things.
story of my life.
but i do know that MC chris is better than you.
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[posted: 04 29 2004] |
i would like to thank you for showing me
a part of myself that i've never seen.
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[posted: 04 26 2004] |
well.
i went to my prom.
it was intense.
this summer is sounding very good.
i need to get out of here.
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[posted: 04 23 2004] |
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smash cut // and i'm back in the lake.
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[posted: 04 22 2004] |
um. yeah.
terran moved.
prom is on saturday.
i am not going.
my life seems surreal.
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[posted: 04 22 2004] |
what if I ripped your heart apart at the seams maybe then you'd know how I feel
but that day will most likely never come for me and it's just my luck to end up getting stuck to everything you are
so tonight I`ll sit and pick apart your pictures and overanalyze your words but the truth is that I`ve never fallen so hard it's taking everything in me just to forget your sweater so far
and I can honestly say that I never, ever, ever felt this way your lips, your eyelashes, your skin these are the parts of your body that cause my comatose to begin
I will sleep another day I don't really need to anyway what's the point when my dreams are infected with words you used to say I will breathe in a moment as long as I keep my distance I wouldn't want to go messing anything up
so don`t go worrying about me it`s not like I think about you constantly so maybe I do, but that shouldn`t affect your life anymore I knew it the moment you walked into the door
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[posted: 04 12 2004] |
yesterday was the first good day i've had in a while, and not just because it was easter.
i hung out with pig pen, mike, dillon, and sarah.
we bowled. i sucked. i scored 60 something. with bumpers. that's skill, kids.
i hadn't seen pig pen in months. we went to the lake. we sat on the dock and talked forever.
it was nice.
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[posted: 04 07 2004] |
wow.
this hurts.
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[posted: 04 06 2004] |
it's been a while. this is sketchy. schnetter says its for the best. i don't even fucking know. i wish i did. i'm just real confused.
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[posted: 04 03 2004] |
yeah. i deleted most of my entries. am i cool now? haha. i'm confused.
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| i hate tripping kids. they're like fat people at a buffet- try this, try this |
[posted: 11 15 2003] |
You're either a pierced little kids clothes raver or you're a hip hop blunt skater or you're an acidhead jerry-tribute hippie or you're an english pop band mod or you're a whiny zine indie rocker or you're a rich kid junkie waiting to happen, or you're a cross between two or three, but i know i'm not any of them. And i thank god for it because i'd rather be dead than be a zombie. If you pick one, you don't have to worry about who your friends are or what you do on weekends, because it's already all set up for you. it's your basic choose-your-own-adventure lifestyle.
turn to page 52- you go to a stupid party and don't talk to anyone. turn to page 64- you open the front door and drown in a tidal wave of bong water
you never live for very long in those books.
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