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2005 13 June :: 5.21 pm
Not Guilty...now the revenge of Jackson cometh!
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2005 12 June :: 11.36 am
:: Mood: complacent
:: Music: Mindless Self Indulgence-- Futures
Nada Mas Mis Amigos
Im bored...gotta go pick my lil bro up at his friends in a bit, talking to Jesse. Kat moves to Flordia today. Why anyone want to move to Flordia is beyond me. Its the wang that gets blown the most...Got the New Meshuggah cd and got Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy by Mindless Self Indulgence last night. Meredith graduated yesterday, oh so proud of her. Went out with her, Jesse, and her friend Marlena (?) who despite her plotting with Meredith was very cool. Gotta go though, Type at you later.
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2005 11 June :: 1.49 am
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: Static X-- Im the One
Hmmm
Well today was sorta fruitful...talked to grandad...hes not doing well, they took half of his foot, and mom says hes not doing very good. Grandma has been at the hospital all day. I worry. I fear that Im going to lose him before I have a chance to make him proud of me. I don't want to let him go yet...or at all period. Im going to bed. By the way, Thank You Nomder Ressej for the new Static X.
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2005 9 June :: 1.00 pm
:: Mood: lonely
I have nobody I can relate to, feel like a bird in a cage, its kinda silly, but not really, cause its filling my body with rage. Im the smartest, most clever, most physically fit, but nobody really seems to realize it, but maybe one day ill make them see! But till then, I'll be a little lonely, poor little me....
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2005 6 June :: 11.13 pm
:: Mood: cheerful
SHE CAME HOME!. Meredith came home today, and I got to hug and kiss her and hear her voice. I hope tomarrow goes as well as today did.
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2005 6 June :: 2.05 am
I wish I had...
More friends. Yeah I spent the day, walking several miles in near 100 degree temperatures, playing guitar and listening to the new Audioslave cd. Sounds fun huh.
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2005 3 June :: 11.00 pm
:: Music: Gorillaz-- Feel Good Inc.
Its been one of them days
I like that video...hell I like the Gorillaz...interesting concept, i wonder if they do concerts all animated like.
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2005 3 June :: 5.48 pm
:: Mood: annoyed
Work
I hope nobody out there has a job like mine. If you jjob i feel your pain. I work at a pizza place, I work for foreigners. They seem to think weekedns are the right time for me to work. I wash moutains of dishes..clean out grease traps (ew by the way), an dput up with some of the biggest assholes in the workign world. And now im doom to return there till late tonight. Lets hope the deep fryer doesn't freakin explode again tonight, I am not cleaning that up again.
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2005 3 June :: 3.29 pm
:: Mood: aggravated
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitudethat i should decend into autonomy
& know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.
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2005 3 June :: 3.29 pm
:: Mood: aggravated
Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant.
This what has been wrought for 30 pieces if silver
The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer.
I am the result what's better left unspoken
Violence begins to mend what was broken
You've been talking, I've been all ears.
Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day
Words can be broken, so can bones
Execute the mandate
Mouth full of dirt.
Your name removed from the registry
St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate.
I am the result what's better left unspoken
Violence begins to mend what was broken
You've been talking, I've been all ears
Omerta.
Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose
A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat
Six feet under with no marker
Keep my name from your mouth forever.
Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales
Your laug hing finger will never point again.
Omerta.
Sing for me now.
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