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2002 4 September :: 11.02 pm
:: Music: Fenix TX - A Song For Everyone
Name that variable...
"Parasite"
My mind is transparent
Just like the soul,
that I
don't have
I will construct myself,
it's better that way
Alas,
I'm to tender
My stitches are popping
I cannot break my restraints,
and you drink my fluids
Isn't that how it always is?
Only in the end
Does the realization
come against me
Who am I, now?
*I owe some people an apology. My own apathy and cynicism has gotten the best of me, and in effect has come against you. Without you guys, what would I have? Nothing.
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2002 4 September :: 7.29 pm
:: Music: New Found Glory - Understatement
Shaving cream on my hashbrowns...
God, I miss the old days. Back when I thought I was happy, when I felt comfortable with my disposition, and things were more stable. She just put me into this fit of nostalgia, it's hell.
I feel weird today.
tired.
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2002 3 September :: 5.06 pm
:: Music: Marilyn Manson - Disassociative
Fetal brain waves...
I don't know who I am anymore.
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2002 2 September :: 10.24 pm
:: Music: Fenix TX - Pasture of Muppets
Intentional mountain lion humpings...
I'll be happier when I find some meaning in life.
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2002 2 September :: 12.49 am
:: Music: Hoobastank - To Be With You
When babies pee on you, Vol. 1...
Remember kiddies, arrogance makes the baby jesus cry.
Well, today was a rather uneventful day. I woke to my mother and the neighbor on the east side of my house, making propositions on the disposition of the littlun' during work/school hours. Had two cups of coffee, because, well, Mr. Incoherence paid a visit to me this morning. My mom told me she was going to the races with Nick, mon petite frere. The whole day revolved around me cleaning, and taking care of Nathan. Hey, my room is clean now, at least. That's pretty much it, heh, pretty mediocre? Yeah, but it's my life, and you can't have it.
'Till the morrow, I'll think of thee in the light resonance, that surrounds thee persona.
I love some of you, you know who you are, and for others, you should know that I don't hate you.
Infinitely tired.
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2002 31 August :: 10.16 pm
:: Music: Incubus - Version
Cucumbus...
Come into me
Explore my deepest parts
Grab my wires
My rigorous escape from your
infestation
It is
Afterall,
just part of my programming
You take what you want of me
I'll take what I don't want of you
Can you distinguish
No, you infected me
Sample me
How do I taste
on your palm?
I am just manufactured
You can join if you want
I never wanted this
I never saw it coming
Now I'm stuck in your
mirror
I look into it
Fuck...
That's my desperate, and sadening attempt at writing a poem, actually, it's like two poems fused in one, but I realized that they're both relevant to each other in essence. Criticism accepted, and welcomed.
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2002 31 August :: 5.27 pm
:: Music: Bush - Glycerine
Stale cigarettes...
Today's vocab words: Mediocrity, Arrogance, and Reciprocity.
Ever look into the mirror, and realize your face is swollen with anxiety?
New rule: If a cigarette butt is over two weeks old, never smoke it.
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2002 31 August :: 1.15 am
Remember to wear underpants...
Weekly Synopsis: Well, for the majority of school, things went moderately well. The whole week seemed to fly by. I was to busy to be sad, and to sad to concentrate. Everything went well though.
Yesterday: Went to school, as usual, afterwards I took a venue to "Gravel"'s house, where we produced many innovative songs about Einstein's mom, and how much I want to fuck her, the monkey rap, and the Dustin sucks at playing drums song. Then we watched a little Van Wilder, only afterward to continue making new songs, the only good one was the Asexual Growth On My Ass song.
I returned home around 7:30, took a shower, and my mom comes home. She says we're going to Applebees as a family. We head over there and the whole way, Eric, my mom's boyfriend, is imbibing alcohol at an uncanny rate. In effect causes him to get a little tipsy. Well, Eric feels he has to go in depth about how my mom is still in love with her ex-husband. This carries out throughout the whole ride there, and we all develop and irrate attitude towards Eric's bluntness. So, we arrive at Applebees, and we all order. Eric, the whole time is acting like a total ass, yelling personal things outloud, which if they weren't personal, I wouldn't give a damn what he was yelling. Anyway, He has some beers and a couple shots and his annoying factor increases to an alarming level. Then, coincedentally, Walter, my mom's ex-husband shows up. All hell breaks loose, after a while we leave.
On the way home, Eric is just crawling right up my mom's ass. Saying all the wrong things about her life, and how she's still in love with Walt. She pulls the car over on a sidestreet off of Alpine, and just leaves. So, I have to find a way home, luckily she left her cell phone in the car. I call my dad, busy. I call Walt, busy. By this time, Eric starts focusing his intoxicated yeti rage on me, and is trying to take the keys from me. "Give me the fucking keys!, I can fucking drive!" "No you can't, your drunk, are you crazy?!" Then he's all grabbing me and shit, I rip my hand away, and jump out of the car. He jumps out of the car after me, getting in my face and telling me I'm a fucking retard and I don't know how to take care of his son. (The newborn, Nathan is in the back seat)He rips Nathan's carseat out, and starts walking off. I'm concentrating on moving the car, so it's not in the middle of the road. I pull it to the curb, and my Uncle Kevin "nextels" my mom's cell. I tell him everthing that's happend, and tell him to come pick me and my brother up. We exchange information, and right before he arrives my mom comes walking back up to us. She's been crying her eyes out, and she couldn't get Nathan back from Eric. So, the rest of the night, we're trying to chase down a drunk with the baby in his arms. We finally catch up to him at the library in Comstock Park. My mom jumps out of the car, and starts arguing with Eric. He starts getting physical, I push him out of the way, and tell him to back off. My Uncle Kevin was driving up, and saw Eric push my mom (He thought Eric punched her), he peels the car into the driveway, jumps out of it, and runs up to Eric telling him to put the baby down, to take him on. Eric puts Nathan down, and takes a swing at Kevin, I know, that if they start fighting, Kevin is going to maul Eric, so, as Kevin is starting to get pissed off. I push Kevin back, telling him to be "a man about it". Then slam into Eric and tell him the same. Kevin got the idea, he gets in the car, my mom is already heading towards the main road. I jump in and we take off, leaving Eric in Comstock. We stop at a gasstation, exchange people, give each other condolences, and head home.
Infinitely tired.
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2002 30 August :: 2.39 pm
The monkey rap...
"I swear to god, Dustin, you can be so stupid and fucking naive."
You knew the truth, so open your fucking eyes!
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2002 28 August :: 6.30 pm
:: Music: Marilyn Manson - Coma White
Invisible Cheetah...
Setting: A pizza parlor in Howard City.
I'm sitting there playing a battle round of tetris arcade style when I'm interrupted by my mother...
Mom
"Dustin! Your sister Mandy just left!"
Dustin
"Wha'? I don't have a sister named Mandy"
Mom
"Well, when I was pregnant with you, back in High School. Me and your father broke up, and he dated other girls behind my back. Turns out he had a daughter with a girl named Lisa.
Lisa knows it was your dad's child, but she won't tell Mandy that. Lisa's husband adopted her, and Mandy thinks that's her real father."
Dustin
"That can't be possible. I won't believe that unless dad and Mandy have a blood test, and the results are positive."
In short, I guess I have an estranged love-child sister named Mandy. Do I have a disfunctional family or what?
Bleh to that, I'm to tired.
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2002 27 August :: 3.31 pm
Flash Gordon the turtle...
Complications add flavor to life.
But, I have no taste buds...
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2002 26 August :: 8.31 pm
The irony penguin has paid a visit...
Well, yeah, first day of school, it was great to see everyone.
School itself is kinda disappointing, I actually feel like it is dulling my brain rather than sharpening it. Like, my summer days consist of actually a lot of reading and mental activity (Well, I'd like to think so), but I'm sure it'll all pick up. I'll be putting mustard on my previously stated words, and consuming them. You watch.
In any case, 'twas quite grand to see everyone, and if I broke anyone's appendages from jumping on them to hard, you have my sincerest apology. It's just my way of showing my affection.
Vivers, Teresa, miss you guys already. lol.
Bam.
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2002 25 August :: 5.16 pm
Peanut butter and hippopotamus sandwich...
Only when the world destroys itself, will it learn humility.
Bleh, tired, stupid cigarettes.
First day of school tomorrow. Last year, I couldn't even remember the first day. I was like, way too tired or something. I can't even remember this summer, well, parts of it. I can't even remember what I did today...
Vocab words for today: ambience, consenance, atheism, agnostism.
See you all in the morrow.
3 Shots |
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2002 23 August :: 10.46 pm
How does my cock taste?...
If I pay someone to shoot me, is it considered suicide?
I think it's about time for me to say, fuck it all. Fuck girls, fuck school, fuck people. You suck, bite me.
2 Shots |
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2002 22 August :: 5.41 pm
New* Sexually Excited Andy with Hung-Fu Grip and Roll Out Penis...
I hate when I'll do something that I'm totally against. Yep, Mr. Hypocrisy makes many a visit to my house.
Bleh, tired.
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