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2007 22 January :: 10.34pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: Red Sky, Thrice
"Red Sky"
I know what lies beneath, I've seen the flash of teeth
conspiring with the reef to sink our ship
the wind's a cheating wife, her tongue a thirsty knife
and she could take your life with one good kiss
Can you see the sky turn red
as morning's light breaks over me
Know tonight we'll make our bed
at the bottom of the sea
I know the ocean speaks, I've heard her call to me
and smiling in my dreams she whispers this
(the stars retreat behind their veil
the clouds are clinging to your sail
the storm is coming can you see)
Look and see the sky turn red
Like blood it covers over me
and soon the sea shall give up her dead
We'll raise an empire from the bottom of the sea
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2007 22 January :: 9.43pm
I've had this song stuck in my head all weekend...Red Sky, by Thrice. It's a cool song but damn, I can't get it out...it's starting to irritate me.
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2007 19 January :: 1.36pm
:: Mood: hollow
I can't believe it.
Robert's dead.
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2007 18 January :: 10.21pm
I'm so tired...I need sleep and I know I probably won't get it.
Oh well.
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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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