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2005 19 March :: 9.34am
:: Mood: working
:: Music: The perfect drug, NIN
Taking a break from my topical study... It sucks. But I only need one more paragraph.
Bought an Icon e yesterday...I'm going to take my brother out with the school club. He's going to use my old tippman '98 custom. He's really stoked. If he likes paintballing, I'll let him buy my gun. Anyway...this should be fun. I got to get back to work now...ttyl.
i got my head, but my head is unraveling
can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling
i got my heart but my heart is no good
and you're the only one that's understood
i come along but i don't know where you're taking me
i shouldn't go but you're reaching back and shaking me
turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
the more i give to you, the more i die
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you make me hard, when i'm all soft inside
i see the truth, when i'm all stupid eyed
the arrow goes straight through my heart
without you everything just falls apart
my blood wants to say hello to you
my feelings want to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
every little word is a lack of me (argued to be "'how very little there is left of me")
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
take me, with you
take me, with you
take me, with you
take me, with you
(continues in background)
without you, without you everything falls apart
without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
without you, without you everything falls apart
without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
without you, without you everything falls apart
without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
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2004 5 December :: 7.02pm
:: Mood: excited
:: Music: The hollow, A Perfect Circle.
ALex G. is coming over for a while. this should be cool. anywho. Now for my new favorite song.
Run desire run
Sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart
No conscience
One Motive
Cater to the hollow
Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacify this hungering
So grow
Libido throw
Dominoes of indiscretions down
Falling all around
In cycles
In circles
Constantly consuming
Conquer and devour
Cause it's time to bring the fire down
Bridle all this indiscretion
Long enough to edify
And permanently fill this hollow
Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacifying
Feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacifying
PS: Tori, call me!!!
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2004 8 November :: 10.46pm
:: Mood: Accomplished
:: Music: Lateralus, tool
I'd be honored if you'd fight along side me...today, now, forever.
YES! HA HA!!! YES, YES, YES!!! THIS IS SO AWESOME!!! She's so close to joining us now...so close to believeing. I can feel it... I can feel it in my blood, my bones, my very soul. This is just evidence that if you believe without any proof, proof will find you. God does keep his promises. But I musn't get cocky, the fight is far from over.
On a more solemn note, I must send my heart out to you, Tori. I have to say I'm proud. Proud of all you've conquered. Of all I know you can and will conquer. I'm deeply, deeply sorry for you uncle. May Lucipher be damned as soon as possible. Until then, I'll give him hell. And I would be honored, as would my father and king, if you would join me.
Forever live Jehova and his children.
Aaron.
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2004 4 November :: 11.11pm
:: Mood: Argumentative
:: Music: Lateralus, tool.
Theism or evolutionism?
The question of god? What is there to question? It's a matter of intuition and heart. I hate it when people believe they can scientifically prove a belief of origins. It's impossible. It can't be scientifically proven unless it's observable repeatable or measurable. The origin of life is non of those things. sorry evolutionists. your theory of "if science can't prove it, it isn't true" doesn't work. if that were the case, then there would be no origin in which case we do not exist in which case all this world is in our non-existent heads. So.
I embrace my desire to feel the rythmn, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow. To feel inspired to fathom the power to witness the beauty to bathe in the fountain to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human
Spiral out keep going
spiral out keep going
spiral out keep going
spiral out keep going.
Later.
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2004 19 October :: 11.38pm
:: Mood: P-I-S-S-E-D O-F-F
:: Music: Please, NIN
A prison for my mind
It's official now. she hates me. She fucking hates me. Isn't that just peachy? I'm stuck in this god damn prison of a school, I'm restrained by my parents in every way, and what does she do? She turns her back on me. lovely. fucking lovely tori. I really appreciate it. I appreciate the way you call me a stalker. I appreciate the way you ditch me every chance you get. I appreciate the hateful hurtful things you say. Because they all bring me a little closer to breaking that promise I made a year and nine days ago, to myself, to you, to the whole fucking world. a promise to love you for ever. anyway, what's it matter? Because I sure don't. not to you. not to me. not to anyone. good riddance.
In loving memory,
Paul.
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2004 13 October :: 4.09pm
:: Music: Parabol, Tool
Chain mail
I was reading this chain mail (they amuse me) and I got to the part where it said Reasons guys like girls, and I started to bawl. Hell, I'm still bawling! Okay, here it is.
WELL here's a few reasons why guys like girls...
1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder
3. How cute they look when they sleep
4. the ease in which they fit into our arms
5. the way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world
6. How cute they are when they eat
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end makes it all worth while
8. because they are always warm even when its minus 30 out side
9. the way they look good no matter what they wear
10. the way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
11. How cute they are when they argue
12. the way her hand always finds yours
13. the way they smile
14. the way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight
15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later you will be arguing about something
16. the way they kiss when you do something nice for them
17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you'
18. Actually ... ! ! ju! ! st the way they kiss you...
19. the way they fall into your arms when they cry
20. then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt . (even though we don't admit it)!
23. the way they say "I miss you"
24. the way you miss them
25. the way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.....Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound,you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
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2004 30 September :: 4.23pm
:: Mood: Euphoric
:: Music: Parabola, Tool
Waking the Dead
I'm reading waking the dead and he just said something that makes perfect sense. The heart is made perfect. It is the mind that is corrupt. logic, science, all of it is corrupt. The heart, that is the source of all that is good and pure in this world.
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience. choosing to be here in...
This body. this body holding me. be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.
Alive
This holy reality, in this holy experience. choosing to be here in...
This body. this body holding me. be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
Of what it means to be alive
Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
Chance to be alive and breathing
Chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. remember. we are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
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2004 19 September :: 1.07pm
playing FFII...playing FFII...Went to the fair yesterday and got sick...it sucked. I was with ryan greg james and daniel. Ryan is a bad boy...or wants desperatly to be. Daniel is the sweety paint-baller chic. Greg is well...greg...that's all I have to say about that. And James...well, I won't even go there...BUT HE GETS SLAPPED....alot. Kinda wish juliya and eric and victoriya and some of them were there.especially april and jen. They're fricken cool. and they've seen "they" and "Ecuilibrium", which I so kindly descovered. (well, pat found they, but equilibrium is MINE!!!) thankyou madeline. God...I want to go back to school...this weekend has been damn boring.
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2004 14 September :: 2.02pm
:: Mood: like puking
:: Music: Disorder...Tool.
I'm sick today. I wanted to post a comment in her journal but what good would it do? No one talks to me anymore. even my newest friends think I'm a fuck....god this is hopeless. Madeline...I liked her better when she was COOL! now she's like a clone of mom. it sucks. it sucks so bad and so big it's gotta be...(drumrole)...A WALRUS COCK!!!
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2004 12 September :: 11.33am
:: Mood: torn apart
:: Music: Otherworld FFX
Julia
God I wish she just talk to me... I gave her my phone number...she says she's grounded from the phone...Why don't I believe that? Oh, I forgot, I don't trust people any more...that would do it, wouldn't it?
Why does she think I'm such a goody-goody. She's not. why should I be? Hell, she has fun there...I would rather be elsewhere...like L.C....or would I? There potential for love and serenity there... Why would I be anywhere else?
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