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cowboy67

:: 2005 21 March :: 12.07am

crash.

"it's the sense of touch. i think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something."

i saw this preview a couple weeks ago at the theater when i saw "hotel rwanda" and i felt like i was watching something i'd made myself (the very beginning at least, you'll see why). the music is samuel barber's adagio for strings. talk about beautiful.

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moana

:: 2005 19 March :: 12.12pm

Please save me from myself, I need you to save me from myself, please save me from myself so I can heal...


cowboy67

:: 2005 19 March :: 12.49am

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cowboy67

:: 2005 17 March :: 2.54pm

i find it hard
to drive your stupid car
i find it hard
cause i never get that far
and you put my brain in overload
and i can't change gears
i cannot see the road

you got concrete eyes
and i cannot see your face
and i failed in life
cause you crushed me with your hands

and you put my brain in overload
i can't change gears
i cannot see the road

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spazzbaby

:: 2005 16 March :: 3.35pm
:: Mood: bouncy
:: Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers

Yayayayay

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

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moana

:: 2005 16 March :: 9.14am
:: Music: Driving Rain - Vanilla Sky


"And the day I became young again, I felt the empty place that threatened to engulf me fill with possibility, and I called it 'My Neverland', and it kept me alive, so filled as it was, when I swore the world was not worth living for... ...And the ghost of my past died away with my memories... ...and the ghost of my future is at sixes and sevens... ...and the ghost of my present frolics in Neverland, points me towards the oceans... ...I do not live for this world, I live for its possibilities; and you are one of them."

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cowboy67

:: 2005 14 March :: 4.42pm

self-portrait: Read more..

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moana

:: 2005 14 March :: 8.07pm
:: Music: Depeche Mode - Waiting For The Night

And so it ends. How so? Like this:

The end.

Thanks again, Danielle.

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moana

:: 2005 14 March :: 7.20am

Global Domination
This morning, I had an epiphany. I don't really want to do anything. When it comes right down to it, I'm not extremely motivated to reach a goal because I don't really have one. I just have a list of things that people want me to do, and I chose the one that's most convenient for me.

I would like to do big things, but in reality, I just want it to happen. I'm not energetic enough to actually do anything about it. I'd much rather the world just realize on its own how stupid it is and straighten itself out than have to pursue college, a masters degree, a PhD, a career, and grab it by the balls until it squeals that it'll do better this time, it promises.

But ah well, what needs to be done needs to be done. Make friends with me now, because when I take over the world, I'm going to do the things everyone else is too scared to do.

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cowboy67

:: 2005 13 March :: 9.03pm

inter nos


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moana

:: 2005 13 March :: 7.38am
:: Music: Dave Matthews - An' Another Thing

Rain

Rain for me oh you but called me
It’s my broken heart just where you leave me
Now I say to you, “ooooh boy.”

Weight on my head
You won’t go up, oh
Weight on my head
Oooh ooh my babe...

Stay a minute just to hear you waitin’,
And no one confine her
Sweet and tender won’t you go out again?

Oh, rain on my head
Wouldn’t you
Rain on my head?
Oh, someone take off a
Weight all alone

Ahh, I met a girl recently.
All in a sudden, all a suddenly
Nobody deal for the woe of the world
Wait, all a sudden, all a suddenly
It will all would be, all would be over

Wait, come on rain on my head.
Water water!

Dates,
Many, many dates how you all die.

Oh rain money,
Grow a war at heart
And in the fire,
One out of a million.

.. wait a minute,
Touch your look on me
Denial, denial
Touch your work with me
Do not deny

Rain on my head
Rain on my head
Rain on my head
Rain on my head

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cowboy67

:: 2005 11 March :: 3.28pm

in honor of today
my shadow's shedding skin
and i've been picking scabs again
i'm down
digging through my old muscles
looking for a clue
i've been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could've been
i've been wallowing in my own confused
and insecure delusions
for a piece to cross me over
or a word to guide me in
i wanna feel the changes coming down
i wanna know what i've been hiding
in my shadow
change is coming through my shadow
my shadow's shedding skin
i've been picking my scabs again
i've been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could've been
i've been wallowing in my own chaotic
and insecure delusions
i wanna feel the change consume me
feel the outside turning in
i wanna feel the metamorphosis
and cleansing i've endured
within my shadow
change is coming
now is my time
listen to my muscle memory
contemplate what i've been clinging to
forty-six and two ahead of me
i choose to live and to grow
take and give and to move
learn and love and to cry
kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie
hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through
i choose to live and to lie
kill and give and to die
learn and love
and to do what it takes to step through
see my shadow changing
stretching up and over me
soften this old armor
hoping i can clear the way
by stepping through my shadow
coming out the other side
step into the shadow
forty-six and two are just ahead of me


moana

:: 2005 11 March :: 6.09pm

Life expectancy is mine, Doctor. I'm not a medical miracle, I'm someone who doesn't believe in your medicine. And I don't want your drugs anymore.

I will not die here. I will not die now. I will not die in a hospital bed. I will not die drugged so that I wouldn't feel the pain. I will not die alone. I will not die sick. I will not die of old age. I will not die before I live. I will not die until I am good and ready to. I will not die before writing a book, before seeing Niagara Falls, before becoming a parliament member. I will not die before I learn to fly. I will not die until I go down in history. I will not die divorced. I will not die wanting something.

AND WHEN I DIE I WILL DIE PROUD AND COMPLETE, AND I WILL BE A WHOLE PERSON WHO HAS LIVED AND LOVED AND TOUCHED LIFE. I WILL NOT DIE A NOBODY THAT WAS DEFEATED BY HER OWN HEART. THIS IS MY BODY AND I WILL MAKE IT LIVE AS LONG AS I NEED IT TO. AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE, BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO.

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cowboy67

:: 2005 10 March :: 8.53pm

every day i think about all of the things in this world. the many many things. the materials. buildings, pencils, cars, clothing, paper clips, paper, bottles, phones, tvs, cds, furniture, electronics, jewelry, things. i walk around at school and there are all of these things everywhere. just things. i don't see humans much. the things walking around just remind me of robots. i walk so slowly and stare at everything as i pass it. it frightens me to look at these large concrete/metal/wood structures around me. i realize that all of these things are not out of the ordinary to any normal passerby; the human race has a hard time looking beyond anything other than that which slaps them across the face. these are "normal" realities of our lives, apparently.

there's so much stuff. so many people. i become anxious and overwhelmed just walking down 1 street in detroit that's not even a mile long. all of these things being created, used, wasted, destroyed, all at the exact same time. so i begin to multiply the cars, the exhaust, the sky, the clouds, the trees, the granules of concrete, the people, the candy wrappers, the 100 multiple choice question tests, the shoes, the glasses, the fake nails, the shampoo, the hamburgers, and the condoms by billions, and i try to get a picture in my mind of what this world looks like. the lakes drowning in oil spills, the rain forests drying up and their inhabitants starving and disappearing, the ozone layer breaking down to oxygen because of chlorine in the air, the trees being planted, the aluminum cans being re-used, the people falling in love, the bodies being blown up, the babies being born and aborted, candles being blown out and lights turning on, cell division and cell suicide. there's so much going on every second of every day. and this is one tiny planet in one tiny galaxy. tiny.

and then i go to class. chemistry 1000, in an auditorium of about 200-300 people. i sit alone every day, which is how i like it. i don't feel like i fit in with humans. never have, probably never will. other species make more sense to me - they do not make life harder than it is, and they do not rape. so i sit in silence and overhear the droning conversations surrounding me on all sides. they complain about school. they complain about weather. they complain about technology. they complain about the professor's hair or clothing, the homework, the tests. complain, complain, complain. i have never heard, "i feel amazing because i am alive." i have never heard, "i can walk. i can see. i am so fortunate."

we turn on faucets and clean water flows out. we turn on thermostats and heat radiates. we turn keys and engines start, and cars take us places. microwaves make our meals. farmers grow our food. we have public education that is free. we have access to books, films, and other sources of information at the drop of a dime. we can say what we want; believe what we want; worship dieties as we please. but we are not the world. this is not all there is. there is life beyond our grasp of attention or desire of knowledge. girls and women are being raped, beaten, murdered. men are being taught that this is okay. children are being brought up to hate. people are dying. dying. suffering. spitting up blood, coughing up bits of organs, losing limbs, choking on their own vomit and saliva. people are dying. not dying peacefully in their sleep. they are being tortured to death. terrorists killed 200 children in russia. people are dying every single day in iraq. there is an ethnic cleansing genocide in sudan. women in bangledesh are scarred with acid. 1 in 3 women in the united states is abused by a partner. how can you just keep going? how can you care about cars and clothing and mansions? parties and beer and weed? how? how are you able to carry on?

i just want to know if there is a how-to-ignore-everyone-and-everything class that i missed out on.

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moana

:: 2005 10 March :: 6.00pm

Karma. Should've known.

Ever have an epiphany where you realized that you just can't get away with it? You just can't. You can't get away from what you've done, and you can't leave your past in your past. And you can't pretend you're over it because it's just pretend and it's not over you either.



And the book says, "We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us."

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moana

:: 2005 9 March :: 10.05pm


Toss me up in triumph.
Let me down in let down.
I think I'll live,
But I won't like it.


cowboy67

:: 2005 8 March :: 3.34pm

in response
dear bitchy american human beings,

stop complaining about other species and threatening to kill them just because your lazy, imperialist, ethnocentric ass doesn't know what it has or where it belongs.

thank you.

laurence anthony vanden boom


moana

:: 2005 7 March :: 8.17pm

It's Women's Day tomorrow...

The argument on whether man or woman is most valuable reminds me of the argument about the chicken and the egg, and frankly I'm sick and tired of both arguments. I can say all I want to say about how men are better because they can do this, and women are better because they can do that, and how one can't survive without the other no matter what, but at the end of the day, neither side is gonna hear what I've got to say about the opposite side. You just want to hear me talk about you, and you want me to get done fast so you can talk about you.

But I am a woman, and nothing can change that. It's not my body that makes me a woman, it is my soul and my mind and my heart, and I wouldn't trade off any of those things for the world. I might as well sell my soul to the devil because I'd just as soon sell my heart and my mind. I have no intention of doing any of it, because I am a woman, and that's how I want to remain, with or without your consent.

And when I tell a man, "Hey you, treat me how I want to be treated," he says, "Woman, you're crazy! But if you wanna be treated like a man that's how I'll treat you." And the women, they all say, "Yes! Treat me like a man!" and the men will beat on them and they will hurt them and they will steal their money and they will leave them, because that's how men treat other men and that's how women treat other women because that's how people treat people. And when it happens women say, "But I'm a woman, and a man that beats on a woman is no man at all!" But you just said 'treat me like a man' and he gave you what you wanted. But that wasn't what you wanted.

You say "I have the grief of men, I have to work and slave and pay the bills and look after my children and then the men will give me none of their perks." You like to say, "I can do anything that a man can do!" Well when was the last time you heard a man complain about doing all the things that women do and getting none of their perks? There are no perks! You get the perks of being a human being, not the perks of your reproductive organs.

I am a woman, and I don't want to be treated like a man. I am a woman and I can run and jump and I can play sports and I can dance and I can make men fall in love with me and I can work and I can make money and I can walk in high heels and I can cook and I can clean and do the laundry and I can walk and I can saunter and I can cheat and I can steal and I can lie and hurt and I can beat on other people and take away their love and I can break a man's heart and I can do all those things because I am a woman. I don't do anything 'in spite of' being a woman, I do them because I am a woman, and you will treat me as such.

I am not a doll, I am not a baby, so don't call me 'baby doll'. And if I sell my body to you don't think I'll sell my soul. And you say you just want to know, you say, "You want the right to vote?" And I say, "You damned right I do, and if you're not gonna give it to me I'm just gonna take it because I can, and I will. Treat me right because I won't let you treat me any other way." And if man says, "Woman, you're crazy! But if you wanna be treated like a man that's how I'll treat you," you turn right round and say, "No, you fool, you will not treat me like a man. You will treat me like a woman because that's what I am."

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moana

:: 2005 7 March :: 9.31am

Arab poet Amal Dunqul -

*O sacred Seer..
I came to you.. covered in wounds and blood
Crawling in the coats of the dead, and over the piled bodies
Sword broken, dusty brow and limbs
I ask you, Blue..
Ask your ruby lips of your virgin prophecy
Of my disconnected fortune.. and it still grasps the broken banner
Of the pictures of children in helmets.. strewn across the desert
Of my neighbour who is only concerned with sipping water..
And a bullet pierces his head.. at the moment of contact
Of the mouth stuffed with sand and blood!
I ask O Blue
Of my lonely stand between sword.. and wall
Of the scream of women between captivity.. and escape?
How I carried the shame...
Then walked? Without taking my life? Without falling apart?
Without my flesh dropping.. from the dust of infected sands?

***


O sacred Seer..
Don't be silenced.. I have been silent year upon year..
For peace
I was lost in the slaves of Absin gaurding the herds
Sheering their wool..
Returning their cries..
Sleeping in the barns of forgetfulness
My food: nuts.. and water.. and some dry dates
And here I am in the hour of war
The hour of clashes of riders.. and shooters.. and knights
I was called to battle!
I, who have never tasted lamb..
I, who have no importance and no power..
I, who told stories to younglings,
Called to death.. yet not called to the deciding council

***


O sacred Seer..
What good do miserable words do?
You told them what you did about the caravans of dust..
And they accused your eyes, O Blue, of failure!
You told them what you did of the army of trees..
And they laughed at your babbling imagination!
And when they were surprised by the edge of the sword: they traded us..
And sought survival and escape!
And we, the wounded of heart,
The wounded of soul and mouth..
Nothig remains but death..
And wreckage..
And destruction..
**And the scattered boys crossing the last of the rivers
And women driven in chains of captivity,
In clothes of shame
With bobbing heads.. they have nothing but miserable screams
Here you are O Blue
***Alone.. and blind!
And the love songs exist still.. and the lights
And the caravans.. all fancy.. and the fashion!
Where can I hide my deformed face
So as not to disrupt the hidden.. foolish.. purity?
In the eyes of men and women?!
And what about you, O Blue?
Alone.. blind
Alone.. blind


*"Zarqa' Al Yamama", or "Dove of Blue" is an old Arabic legend about the woman, Dove of Blue, who could see things at a great distance. One day she told her village that she saw trees coming towards them at a three-day distance. Her people laughed at her and said, "Obviously your eyes are failing you at last." Three days later, the village was attacked, half of them slaughtered in their sleep.

**The scattered boys are the Palestinian children fleeing from the occupying armies.

***Blue's eyes were gouged out by the enemy when her village was attacked.

These are selected segments of an Arabic poem. This translation does it no justice.

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cowboy67

:: 2005 5 March :: 2.48pm

complaining "women only like me for my mind."


moana

:: 2005 5 March :: 10.43am
:: Mood: disgusted
:: Music: Annie Lenox - No More 'I Love You's

I won't tell you what happened,
but I will tell you this...

It's not sweet, it's not romantic, and no, I don't beleive in love at first sight. And if any small-dicked pimp-daddy wannabe loverboy ever comes up to me again telling me how he's loved me the moment he set eyes on me, I'm gonna shove his genitals so far up his ass he'll be blowing them out his nose.

No one is ever allowed to use the word "love" on me ever again.

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cowboy67

:: 2005 3 March :: 11.22pm


cowboy67

:: 2005 2 March :: 12.47am

"hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat." - henry fosdick


cowboy67

:: 2005 28 February :: 11.19pm


moana

:: 2005 28 February :: 11.36am

Fuck me sideways and turn me to pudding.

Kill me.

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