My Journal

:: 2005 18 September :: 9.14pm

i have the urge to brush my teeth.

:: 2005 18 September :: 11.17pm
:: Music: At the Drive-In

Scrawled with sharpie on scraps of notebook paper

Fire follows the fuse,
and you're burning along with the bridge.

Sever ties and,
Break communication and,
Destroy liasons and,

and then you're on your way.

:: 2005 17 September :: 2.18am

jessica catucci and else lindsey are messed up people.

:: 2005 15 September :: 9.14pm

The words you chant, I never thought they'd be so true, dancing in my head.

:: 2005 15 September :: 8.55pm

I love Breserk! <3

oh the bloopers! haha.

:: 2005 14 September :: 9.39pm

I can tell you, and I will.

Advent Children kicks ass. mmmhmm.

bitch say what?!

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xxinterrupted

:: 2005 14 September :: 9.31am
:: Mood: blah

My Mom finially called me back about my sister. "We found her 1:30 in the morning, she was at some ladies house named Pat. We're going to get her counseling." That was the message she left on my answering machine.

I worked last night.. long boring night. Actually, it was busy except for the last hour or so.

Tonight I have to stay after school for PSSA tutoring. I failed the math part of it. Uhhhh.. yuck. it freakin' sucks. Anyways, I'll do it.

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:: 2005 13 September :: 6.44pm
:: Music: Thursday

You can grab a bigger one down the line

Maybe it was my fault the first time you took the bait, (I should've known better) but that second hole in your cheek means you learn (think) too slow

-and burn (react) too fast.

I was wa(o)ndering ar(b)ound(t) how timid you first were, and what changed your mind.

Why yell now? Why do you scream? I read all your words, but what do they mean? I know it's in lowercase and only CAPITALS! seem like screaming here, but I can(') t(y)ell.

I wander through and around, inside and out your semantics, diagrams and schematics. You're planning something, I can see it in your boldfacedlies, and the words you italicize. Could the truth be straight and narrow, as easy to follow as your (under)lines and ~~strikes~~?

Dot dot dot

Wondering, wandering, repeating and

(suddenly!)

ending.

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:: 2005 13 September :: 6.27pm

Just pick one and attack

Oh, what fun it is to create. But what you're doing is not creation. It's more like smashing a mirror into smaller pieces, just to see more of yourself. (Simile.)

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xxinterrupted

:: 2005 12 September :: 9.23am
:: Mood: blah

School started, I got my lisence. My sister ran away. My old house is finially tore down.

Yeah, a lot is going on.

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:: 2005 11 September :: 11.27pm
:: Music: smashing pumpkins - 1979

Bruises and teethmarks; don't wait for a reply

Oh, and I'm still hiding behind blackveils? Caught in the lip by my own metaphors, dragged out of the water with gills burning and fins flapping.

Oh, and I'm still choking on the cloudedvision? Shovels and claws didn't get me deep enough, I gu(digr)ess.

Oh, and I'm still trapped inside the funhousemirrors? Unable to see past my own reflection, but never getting sick of my own face.

Well I've got a story to tell to tell to tell (~~do tell~~).

- - -- - - -- -- - - __ -- - -- - -_----- - - - - - -

And I crawled out of the ground where the dirt met the roots at the trunk of the tree. ~~Rebirth.~~ (Some would say the next life.) Peering into the night, I saw one thing: the shadows. Cloakinghidingmasking everything. Softening details that in the daylight would be too harsh to gaze upon. And in this gaze I learned that all I wanted to do was become one of them. So I crawled over the ground, scraping my stomach on the leaves and sticks and dirt, to the darkest of the shadows.

I sunk myself deep inside the darkness and I became the shadow. I melted out of my physical form into the air itself. I became the night. Free to roam to hunt to follow.

I roamed through the trees, sliding from leaf to branch to trunk.

I hunted the birds, flying across the ground. I hunted the beasts, filling their tracks before their feet had left them.

I followed every footstep of every animal, every sway of every branch, sliding over the dirt in every shadow.

twitchy

:: 2005 11 September :: 11.14am

there seems to be a small exodus from woohu going on
needless to say, I don't update too much myself
maybe I'll just let this thing sit for a while

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:: 2005 8 September :: 9.51pm
:: Music: 30 Seconds to Mars

This is the last time

This year the journal writes itself. I'll sit back and watch as the autonomous fingers move. I'll work around the thoughts that try to work themselves in.

I'll only think of one thing and watch as my fingers weave you into every line, every word, and every letter.

[Suggestion: Go back down the timeline. There are two years in this thing.]

Oh the (c)rhy(i)mes.

:: 2005 2 September :: 12.34am

Demolition

Don't blame it on the blueprints, we both watched it fall. We know the reason why.

Why?

You gave in. You caved in. Implode.

But wait...there's more!!

We missed a few things.
In hindsight, (perfect vision, no obstructions) the pieces fell into a pattern, just how you wanted. And when the glass shattered, the mosaic was complete,

-just wrong. Completely wrong.

Don't blame the blueprint. Correct inches and angles and heights could have never fixed you.