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2005 28 January :: 11.48 pm
It's winter and I'm late I lost this game
Of white Russian roulette but I'm fine I'm quite okay,
And she knows I'm royal loyal to lovers
I'll die here with you when my veins lose their hue
Cause I never fixed my broken jaw
That's why my words don't ever come out at all,
So when you come out fix another for me
One hand's itching the other's missing
I wish I was missing...
Birthmarked my arms in vain out my mouth and down the drain
Shooting bullets through my blood, the bullets barely missed my brain
And fly for five days around my bedroom in a haze
And then I'll crash straight in the ground
I wish I was never ever here...
And I don't know what's buried here
(I think) I'm buried here and barely here...
Raccoon eyed and skin whiter than heavens best fighter
I'm thinking she needs me, well do you girl? I guess we'll see
And I know she's perfect, a hostage in purple
We'll tie up our arms with my cancer and your charm
Cause I'll never kiss a broken jaw
Fist fight the light that bounces off my walls
So when you come out fix another for me
One leg's limping, the other's missing
I wish I was missing...
Dodging broken down satellites
Mending my beaten up jaw line
Last night I stayed on call all night
And I watched her die three times tonight
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2005 28 January :: 11.19 pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: the good at won't come out
so tired now. went to the meet, took pictures. drove home listening to the police. that was fun. came home and watched a little friday night standup. now i'm here, bored. i want to do something, but there is nothing to do. no one to talk to. this fun, [sarcasm/] i may go for a walk in these sub-zero temps, because i find them fun.
Looking out of a second floor window
planning out my exit wound
She’s so overlooked
This slaughter will get hotter and its
early overdue…
trying on a makeshift halo
Kissing on my exit wound
Knowing well that the farthest place from heaven
lies just right inside your room….
And I staggered off my love of love,
romance and valentine ways….
She felt so cold, so cold
She froze under the sheets while I slept all day…
She will sleep here
In between the cracks
Just a flower with a broken back
…Waiting for dirty water…
Did you sleep alright…?
She’s giving beat stares from being beat all day
Indian eyes in the American way
…Hail Mary’s and ale…..
A Hailed Mary that ails...
Making off with the evening gown of my darling
as she comes unglued
Leaving this trail of misery across my face
as it shot right up to the moon…
Looking out of a second floor window
I can feel me falling through
Back down to where she sleeps
Back down to her so shiny and so new
This jezebel is bleeding from a place
That can never ever be replaced
Hail Mary’s and ale...
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2005 28 January :: 3.30 pm
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: target demographic
so i'm getting ready to leave in a bit. indoor track meet at macomb. i'm photographing it. i just hope i can get close enough. snow shooting thing i have to do this weekend too. i'll probably drive to lexington or something. if you feel like doing anything tonight, then call, or tomorrow.
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2005 26 January :: 8.57 pm
corey: i finally got my ipod to work
i am jacks sn 26: that's cool.
corey: tis
i am jacks sn 26: i need to get relationships to work
i am jacks sn 26: relationships for dummies
i am jacks sn 26: i hope to god someone wrote that
corey: lol im sure sum1 has
i am jacks sn 26: i need it
i am jacks sn 26: something is fucked up
i am jacks sn 26: there is no way this much bad shit can happen to me
i am jacks sn 26: it's inconcievable
i am jacks sn 26: god does have a fucking sense of humor
i am jacks sn 26: he made me, and make my life shit
corey: lol
i complain too much.
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2005 25 January :: 10.03 pm
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: keepsake - sweet white lies
ran my mile, it hurt like hell. 8:30, i'm so out of shape. i remember when i used to be able to run a mile and a half in the time, it's depressing. sore already. i streched a lot, hope it helps. math sucks, i have no idea what i am doing on this. screw it. i teach how to sepia tone tomorrow in photo, suprising? yeah, for me too. but i know how and lj wants me to show how.
i've got to call tom one of these days, i keep forgetting and doing nothing all weekend. i slept seven hours last night, oh did it feel good. i listened to billy joel on my way home, it was awesome. i drove behind niner mile on the way home til millar, he takes hayes up while i take romeo plank. people just suck. people in my sub just stare at me because i don't go to dakota, like there is something wrong with me. oh well.
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2005 25 January :: 6.59 am
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: her space holiday - my girlfriend's boyfriend
Seven hours of sleep, it felt good. i run a mile today. my last class gets out at 1:45, so i'm going to trudge through the snow to my car which will be parked on common. math test this morning....F. i who really needs to know how to find x,y and z? at least corey and jack are in my class.
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