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2007 17 January :: 11.36pm
You know what's funny? I'm doing all this research on gun control and MAG (mothers against guns) and the NRA have almost identical missions statements. The NRA's is longer, but they both say about the same thing. Just very different wordings.
I had myself a good laugh when I realized that.
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2007 17 January :: 8.51pm
Responce.
I wish it were.
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2007 17 January :: 8.51pm
The towers that shoulder your pride,
The words you've written in stone,
Sand will cover them,
Sand will cover you.
The streets that suffer your name,
Your very flesh and your bones,
Sand will cover them,
Sand will cover you.
So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
O'We live in but a shadow of the real.
Step out from time,
See the dust of nations.
Step out from time,
Hear the stars' ovation.
Saturn will not sleep until,
The sand has made us clean
Still we stack our stones and bury what we can,
But it all will be undone,
And nothing built under the Sun,
Will Ever stand before the endless march of sand.
So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
O'We live in but a shadow of the real.
So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
O'we live in but a shadow of the real
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2007 17 January :: 1.26pm
:: Mood: serene
:: Music: Atlantic, Thrice
Book
I'm done with this whole fear of failure thing. I'm going to step up and just write it. I've been piecing together it's elements for almost two years now. It's time to just sit down and get going.
I just don't know where to start...there's so much I want to say with this, and it feels disorganized no matter how many times I refine it.
Bah.
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2007 17 January :: 9.13am
My band is playing a show on February 15th. It'd be awesome if you guys could come give me emotional support...It's my first show and I'm probably going to butcher everything I do. But in any event, it should be cool. It's at the Loncoln Heights Youth Center off of 29th. I can give you directions if you like.
I don't know who else is playing...but we do this show every year and it's normally pretty good (DINS!!!). Probably not more than $5 to get in.
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2007 16 January :: 12.18am
:: Mood: Amazed/happy
:: Music: Heaven's on it's way
wow...
I just read my entire journal backwards. And now I know...
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2007 15 January :: 10.51pm
:: Mood: tired
God, I want it back...
does anyone else feel like the world has lost it's mystery?
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2007 2 January :: 1.41pm
:: Music: Hysteria, Muse
Quote of the new year:
Wake-up, fuck head. Time to live.
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2006 22 December :: 8.56am
i'm sorry that you're not yourself anymore.
i'm sorry that you let drugs get in the way.
i'm sorry that i couldn't help this.
...i'm sorry that i wasn't enough.
that everything i did, was not enough.
you are not the same boy that i fell in love with,
and there was nothing i could do to stop you from changing.
i am not sorry.
but you should be.
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2006 21 November :: 9.54am
:: Mood: relaxed
:: Music: The big medley on Michael's computer
...or maybe not.
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Im-sorry
[ poisonedheart ]
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2006 19 November :: 10.01pm
I'm sorry I'm such a dick all the time.
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2006 25 October :: 9.37pm
:: Mood: Final.
:: Music: The Used
Flags of Dawn
this darkness would
eclipse our will
a cold wind blows
across these hills
a swinging gaze
from a hangman's tree
a crow's nest view
of what's left to see
the light that's formed
of saints return the silence to the snow
still beneath the craters waiting
for this time to grow
so hold on
hold tight
open daylight
we will overcome
so put away your fear
the morning star will soon appear
and bring an end
to this dark night
and we must run if we're to meet the light
watered by the blood of martyrs
blessed and blind as sons and daughters
sleep with one eye open
and live with both eyes shut
so let's find the place where sight begins
and see the things that we saw when our
eyes were bright and wet against the light
and hold on
hold tight
open daylight
we will overcome
open your eyes
over the new sight
fly the flags of dawn
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[ illusionofgaia ]
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2006 9 August :: 6.25pm
I'm sorry for being me.
I'm sorry I never do my best
and have settled with mediocracy.
I'm sorry I'm not much
and my best could never be enough.
I'm sorry I can't see in the dark
and that the light blinds me.
I'm sorry I pain you
and pain myself.
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[ godessalthena ]
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2006 3 August :: 4.07pm
i'm sorry i don't believe in you sometimes, love, but you just let me down all the time.
and i have my doubts that you are literate enough to write a book. much less a faerie tale.
i'm sorry.
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2006 27 July :: 5.31pm
:: Mood: Accomplished
:: Music: Kyo, Le Chemin (again, the whole album)
"This is it; The moment you've ALL been waiting for..."
Today, I was getting paranoid about Jessica again. The most irrational thing I could possibly do, especially when I consider how we were talking about how much we liked each other and how uncannily compatible we are not eight hours earlier.
I quickly realized my folly:
I'm not full in. I've picked up the bat, I'm at the plate, the ball has been thrown. A curve ball. If I swing, I might miss. I might hit it. I've no way to tell other than what I know of my own abilities. I've not totally committed yet...I'm still afraid. Hence I get paranoid. I've decided I'm done being afraid. I'm ready to swing. I'll do everything within my power to get that ball out of the park. I'm leaving my old self behind.
Look back through the pages of this journal. The boy you see thoughout most of it is now dead. I've let him die -nay, killed him- because he was not who I was meant to be I am something more...something better. I hope you can see that now.
Ultimately, there are only two things holding my old self in reality. Our memories, which will fade and tarnish, and this journal, which I have the opportunity to destroy.
I'm taking it. I've sent the website a request to have it deleted. I don't need anything on here anymore. I'm letting it all go...
...I'm swinging my bat. For God, for myself, for her.
I don't know how long it will take...but it'll be soon.
Later.
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