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2004 30 March :: 8.23pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: "I am The Walrus" - The Beatles
Alibi for Apathy.
Nothing to say; nothing to do. But the plus in my heart has a new beat by which the tune has sparked. Will there be black lace around the pregnant cow's hoof? A promise too deep to fish; a fish too large to swallow.
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2004 20 March :: 8.20pm
:: Mood: creative
:: Music: "Eleanor Rigby" - The Beatles
A furneral party for his truly.
Scott transformed from my pot well to my elysium today. It was magically skeptical, and I fear I was too uptight to enjoy it all to its fullest, but... wow. What a transformation it was. The words to describe him are just too necromantic for my lips. Or hands, rather.
He made me these earrings out of white paper clips and broken fabric off his shirt.
They're really not as shabby as I made them sound. I'll take a picture of them and e-mail them to whoever wants to see. Speaking of pictures, I should have mine ready sometime in the near future. I'm not setting a date yet because, as most of you know, I'm not the most committed person on Earth...
All-in-all, I went home with a smile on my face and a hop in my step. ...Sorta.
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2004 8 March :: 9.25pm
:: Mood: restless
:: Music: "Ziggy Stardust" - Bauhaus
He's the end of reproduction; discard ideals of satsification.
There's a lustrous rainbowlike play of colour dancing through my brother's head. Infecting his bloodstream and brain, it's not a disease, it's a pain. Pain for the irregular, what's frowned upon by many. Differerntial refractions; it's nobody's fault. Who's to say it's even a concern?
He was just a tad too jovial when breaking the closet door down, if you know what I mean...
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2004 28 February :: 10.18pm
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: "Shut your mouth" - Garbage
She's choking on her toxic of rotting hair and nails, hiding away in the small stairwell below. Do we help her? Do we shelter? The walls whisper no.
Me, my life is long with reasons few like you. When I go and when I'm gone, I'll understand these things I never knew.
Like dried up leaves turning cold black-
She's one of the fake; the quacks and the riff-raft. ...She's honing her leechcraft.
And by now I've brought myself up, no surprise to mom and dad. It's surgery, but with no knife-She'll make a great leechwife...
Her make-up's too cakey; catholics are pretty shakey. But maybe Candelabra's lighted. Or Satan will be sighted.
Can't anyone see it's all an act? The show was poor, but he still clapped.
...My dad's got a girlfriend...
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2004 25 February :: 5.52pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: "What is and what should never be" - Led Zeppelin
Hiccup the ash right from the cracks of your thumb.
I've got this overwelming circumstance infecting my bloodstream. Not literally, but it sure does feel like it. Scott asked me out not too long ago. What could I say?
...What did I say?...
Ask me and you'll never have to ask again.
You see, strings are always attached when I deal with Scott. Long knots of string dangling with burning ends of haze.
I know what some think about this already, but, you know... I just can't please everyone.
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2004 22 February :: 4.10pm
:: Mood: lanky
:: Music: "Burn" - The Cure
Broken Halo.
Hm... I was attacked by religious activists Friday night, if anyone cares to know. Perhaps attacked is too strong of a word? But nevertheless, they got Corinne, Jesse- ((Corinne's Boyfriend)), Scott, and myself to take this questionair which they swore would only be three or four minutes at lenght. Jesse, being somewhat of a hippie-inner-peace-boycotting-pants-Beatles lover, say yes for all of us and then commenced the 45-minute discussion on how we will all burn with Hades and his crew if we didn't attend their Youth Group on Monday.
...I guess I'll be burning.
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2004 22 February :: 2.15am
:: Mood: content
:: Music: Legend of Mana opening Theme
A Classic.
-cough- It's early...I saw one of my favorite old chinese movies of all time yesterday (yesterday was about 3 hours ago..), it's called "5 Deadly Poisons."Great movie, it's about this master who taught 5 different people 5 different fighting styles. He also teaches a sixth guy, who knows a little of each technique, the master tells him to go find the other 5 students and team up with one of them...So he can kill the rest. They're all after the money really, they're trying to find an old man with a fortune.
#1. The centipede (really fast, kinda dumb; dies)
#2. The snake (flexable, the style looks awesome; dies)
#3. The scorpion (his aim is like that of a scorpions claw, he's the one who tricks everyone; dies)
#4. The lizard (Can stick to walls, he's the best; Dosn't die. )
#5. The Toad (He is invinsable except when you hit his ears, he was a good guy but unfortunitly he got punished for #1's crime...I liked Lee Ho..)
#6? A little of all (He teams up with #4 and kills the other 3 guys, he's funny.)
I taped it...-cough- I reccomend "5 deadly venoms" to anyone who likes old martial arts movies... Yea besides that, my Suikoden 2 and Tales of destiney are still totaled, and I'll probably never play them again in this life time.. If anyone has news for the site, make sure you send it ok?
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2004 16 February :: 5.54am
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: Legend of Mana opening theme
There's no Room in the Fruit Basket for a Rice ball.
Oh what a night...late december back in 63...what a very special time for me, what a lady what a night.
I'm late. Late on posting yes. I lost my way this morning. I watched D.N. Angel episodes, the ones I missed. Ah, that series isn't that great as everyone made it out to be back when it first came out. Me and Riyu are playing Champions of Norwrath...It's addicting really. I dug out my old game Alundra and started playing it, I never beat it and it's pretty strange. Better to give then receive huh? I tried searching for a new Suikoden 2 because Sumi sat on my old one, the guy at the store says they're impossible to find...And to think i bought her dinner on Valentines day. Curse giving. Take what ya can, give nothing back.
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2004 14 February :: 8.25pm
:: Mood: restless
:: Music: "Fascination Street" - The Cure
Dance Macabre.
I'm been utterly bored on Valentine's Day, feeling sorry for myself and watching the two kids across the street ride up and down the sidewalk on bigwheels. I also made a hemp necklace and cleaned my room.
My day was so... disappointing, I guess.
I expected Scott to come over, which he did, but only for about 15 minutes or so. Then he was off to some event I didn't even bother to ask about.
Tomorrow, though, holds high expectations. I'm going to The Recher to hear Corinne's boyfriend's band play. They better be good, otherwise I'm wasting a ton of money to just stand around and be harassed by drunks. I could do that for free by going over to K-Mart anyday. Alas, I finally got online today, hoping someone worth talking to would be on, and, of course, they're not. They probably have big plans or something. I don't blame them though,... If I had something better to do, I would. But for now I sit in my boredom. Just me and the wall.
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2004 13 February :: 10.58pm
:: Mood: Plain.
:: Music: "Hello, I love you" - The Doors
Curving curbs of white traffic lights and ash trays full of sweet nothings.
I'll make this entry simple; no metaphors, no "he"-"she"-"it" deal, and no fancy expressions to confuse the confused. Deliberately, that is.
Moving on, I went to see The Perfect Score with Jimmy, Corinne, some guy named Ryan whom Corinne knows, and Scott. The movie... it sucked. But no one really watched it, being how only two other people shared the entire theater with us, and Scott wouldn't shut up the whole time. He kept rambling on and on about some ash tray and how there wasn't enough arm rests. Or something relative to that.
...Anyway, we left after the first 45 minutes and walked up and down the streets. No one had any money, so it wasn't like we were going anywhere soon. Eventually we sat on the curb conversing over pancakes and salad, which then turned into a quest to see who could find the biggest leaf lying around.
Nobody won. And nobody really cared. I wasted my Thrusday dreaming about pancakes and listening to Scott drag on about illuminating toasters. But you know, that's just how it goes. Later on though, Scott's dad drove us home and we made pancakes from milk, eggs, and bread we put in a blender ...Courtesy of Corinne's illusory creativity.
All in all, I guess it wasn't a total waste.
And I threw up the 'pancakes' an hour later.
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2004 11 February :: 6.57am
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: Legend of Mana opening Theme
Stalkers...
Lately the number of stalkers has increased greatly. I don't know how much more I can take, Kendo is really starting to take it's toll on me. Why can't girls just understand the word no? And then they ask me why like I need a reason. I've got some new bruises on my chest, my arms, and my legs. The one on my back is fading and turned this weird shade of green, maybe I should take a break from kendo. I have to consintrate on my classes and work, man does work suck. It's the worst place to get stalked too...You're stuck and can't leave unless you want to get fired, then again I should be able to handle it. Ah, I'll live. Did anyone else see the 3rd Inuyasha movie? It was alright, can't say Inuyasha is that great though. Finally got the new shonen jump since I woke up late and they ran out of copys at the gas station on Sunday. That Rock Lee sure is smart...Later.
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2004 7 February :: 10.55pm
:: Mood: unbalanced
:: Music: "I want you to want me" - Cheap Trick
Happy Trashcan.
Scott came over a while ago and brought The Rocky Horror Picture Show to watch since I've never seen the beginning before.
But before that, Mock ran away. Again. I swear that dog will die from being ran over by one blindsided old guy making a left turn down the street, it's just a matter of time.
But before even that, my Spanish teacher called home to notify my dad that I have an average of 38%.
Just so you know.
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2004 1 February :: 4.07pm
:: Mood: uncomfortable
:: Music: "Crosstown Traffic" - Jimi Hendrix
By the rights of my will - I'll never touch another microwave.
Toothpaste. It's what's for dinner.
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2004 25 January :: 9.57am
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: "Bleed" - Ours
Pseudo utopian.
Baby's wearing a plastic bag with a ring around it's throat. Bloated in a blissful fissure of earth coated in chocolate brown and week-dead leaves.
A perfect skeleton melting through skin.
Pretending to see more than leather shoes. Sloughing away at each cut and bruise, a perfect concealment of imperfection. How they found you; sin-scented.
Just a beautiful sack of bones.
Thaumaturgy all up and down my walls. But the ounce costs more than the gallon, dear. And it really doesn't matter, because when my throat fills with dust my plastic bubble is arid, and my life anesthetic.
They'll all looked the other way.
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2004 23 January :: 7.48am
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: Legend of Mana opening.
Frozen eye-lids?
I just got up and it seems Satan himself has changed his way of doing things. My eyes didn't want to open. I couldn't peer, peek, glance. I just couldn't see. Perhaps It was just one of those off days? Maybe, but un-likely. I'm a morning person. It could have been a glitch...or maybe worse. A defect. Why has this event come today of all days? I should have been here typing an hour ago. Is it really worth pondering? It's nothing. It happens to everyone it's only normal; that is what I've ben saying over and over to myself since I finally got myself out of that beds clutches. So warm and beckoning as I rose out of it. Curse it, and curse whoever made early morning the enemy. Early morning isn't the problem, it's the night that calls to you, the excitement of the wee hours. Everyone loves it, the partys the darkness. But what they don't know is the morning has it's secrets. And when those secrets find you...You'll eat the sky.
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