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Tuesday, 29 May 2007

  • last post


    I knew a time was gone and it took me like ages
    Just to understand that I was afraid to be a simple guy
    I tried my best to smile but deep inside my heart
    I felt it was shouting like a crowd dancing
    I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
    Can't you hear it calling
    Everybody's dancin'
    Tonight everything is over
    I feel too young
    I can't lie on my bed without thinking I was wrong
    But when this feeling calls this world becomes another
    Nighttime won't hold me in your arms again
    I got a very good friend who says he can't believe the love I give
    Is not enough to end your fears
    I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
    Can't you hear it calling Tonight everything is over
    I feel too young
    Tonight everything is over
    I feel too young
    Everybody's shakin' Tonight everything is over
    I feel too young
    Oh rainfalls and hard times coming they won't leave me tonight
    I wish I knew what I was doing
    Just do let this spirit survive
    Can't you hear me calling oh yeah
    I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
    Can't you hear me calling oh yeah
    Everybody's dancing oh yeah
    Tonight everything is over
    I feel too young

    i stilll cant sleep.

    everything is over...

    nobody reads this anyway.

    i hurt my hand pretty bad

    everything i wanted to say was said

    and i still feel like shit.

    fuck all of you and everything that you stnd for

    i quit

     

    this is over

Tuesday, 01 May 2007

  • Snarl

    if i had hair on the scruff of my neck, it would be standing up

    if i had fangs, they'd be bared

    and if my ears were longer they would be back, and i be snapping at anyone who was un-fucking-fourtunate enough to ask me why.

    i dont think i want to talk to you for a while..

    *edit*

    shit, that may be harder than i first expected.

    fuck fuck fuck fuck fucker.......

Thursday, 26 April 2007

  • i didnt want it to hurt this bad..

    i didnt think it would, honestly.

    mogwai can say it for me.

    Who might know of this?
    The notes we left
    Our final thoughts
    And we knew they'd get ours out

    *Sink, sink*
    *Drowned* by our country
    Old machine
    Is crushed and forgotten
    Never surface again

    The air runs out
    The captain's first
    So we take to memories
    And layers of clothes

    Up there the family weeps
    Outside hammers
    Noises sound like the end
    And we will never see them

    Sink, sink
    Drowned by our country
    Great machine
    Is crushed, old and rotten
    Never surface again

Wednesday, 28 March 2007

  • Apatheticly angry

    So there goes everything.

    there goes everything that i should be doing and everything is should be experienceing. all the money all the fame all the chances to save the world one "hand, song, speech, campagin, glob of snot or whatever" at a time. all within a few years of abolishment too! on one hand i wonder if all that dreaming was wasted away, maybe i should have used that mental energy to figure out what i should be doing now. id probably have a better target to aim at besides profesion: i dont fucking know. but on the other, theres a part of me that thinks maybe if i would have just hung on a little longer, maybe if i just put forth one little iota more of effort it would have come true. that seems to be my luck. and just about anyone's luck for that matter. kinda like getting in a turn lane to finnally get a chance to get in fornt of that annoyingly safe driver in front of you, then right when you get there, oops! there goes the bastards little LED blinker.

    I am: frustrated, lost, lacking moral guide, vanished, absent, obscured, off course, flawed, anti-amorous, clutched, cinched, white-knuckled, apprehensive, concerned, dispirited, abstract, unattainable, unreal, heavy-footed, wide eyed, torpid, torn, trite, troubled, tripe, and tired.

    my little ivory tower is crumbling beneath me, and i can't decide weather to pretend its not, or fall with it.

    wish for it, wait for it, get it, use it, take it for granted.. you little sociopathic fuck.

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