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[Wednesday
October 28th, 2009] |
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Dude, seriously?
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[Wednesday
September 2nd, 2009] |
I just read someone's livejournal out loud.
The way I read it sounded like our lumberjack stories and how we read them out loud to each other.
I hate you for us.
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[Wednesday
August 26th, 2009] |
I'm gonna get myself in trouble.
Crap.
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[Tuesday
August 25th, 2009] |
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What would you do to show your worship and devotion for your God?
I've had this idea running through my head for hours. Just religion in general, honestly.
What makes "OUR" God so much better than anyone else's God? Our God as in Christianity.
In the old testament it speaks all about God's doings and God's rules and honestly, what a mean, spiteful God.
I mean seriously, he was a mass murderer. He picked and chose who was worthy of living and who would retire to Hell when their day came. I mean, honestly, this "Heaven" that is spoken of must've had a population of six.
I wonder about Jesus too.
I've had this idea of God being this ignorant general whom declares war on anything that moves and Jesus as this free-spirited hippie who just wanted everyone to love each other. I wonder if Jesus lived up to his father's expectations. I wonder if Jesus was fit to be let in the gates of Heaven.
In the story of Adam and Eve, God told them never to eat an apple from the tree of knowledge, because it was just that, knowledge. Why would such a God not want us to be knowledgeable? Why would the tree be there in the first place? If God could wipe out a whole town because they were mean, why couldn't he help the jews? Hell, why can't he help us now? Was the old testament he's teenage rebellion years and when Jesus was born he thought, oh fuck, I should probably put down this fucking machine gun. WTF? I've even heard that God is just a blanket for adults, why the hell would you want such a blanket? It's probably thin and dirty with holes in it.
"Our glorious God" sounds nothing more than a corrupt fucking government. And seriously, who in their right mind would want to worship that?
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[Thursday
August 20th, 2009] |
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Hair that flows
Eyes that loathe
Kiss my heart
Kiss my tongue
Map of your brain
Set still in my frame
Rap you into me
Rap you onto me
Psychological heart attack
Never coming back
Until your hair flows
Until your eyes loathe.
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[Tuesday
July 21st, 2009] |
I was gonna do one of those blogs where you have to guess who you are but then I realized, I didn't want to write about people, just you.
Your birthday just passed, I remember your birthday last year and how I didn't want to go over to your dad's but wanted to be with you, I knew you didn't want to go over there and I refused to let you suffer alone, and I remember our plan SHOCKED both your dad and his wife. OU DARE YOU BRING ER ERE! El oh el. I hate this. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of you, it's almost like you've died, and in a way, I guess, you have.
Out of everyone I've ever met, you're my biggest disappointment. I'm talking EVERYONE, fathers, adults, old friends, you're the biggest. I've never been let down by someone as bad as you, and maybe I'm stupid because I know you did me wrong. I know it was a spiral of you doing me, it was ending before it ended, but it's still sad.
I hate you, I hate your family. And I like to think that if you apologized, I'd shove it back in your face, but everyone knows I'm not like that. But I refuse to be played by you. You're the one person I don't think I'd EVER give a second chance to.
So, I'm burying this.
You're dead anyway.
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[Wednesday
June 10th, 2009] |
Holy shit, are we drifting?
I've already tried to talk to you, that really didn't help.
Holy fuck.
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[Thursday
June 4th, 2009] |
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I came across our stupid Chicken Noodle Soup for the lumberjack soul.
God, what the fuck happened to us?
As I read it, I remembered the stupid voices we made and how late we stayed up making those dumb things and our obsession with flannel shortly after that. We even made axes, el oh el.
It sucks really. It sucks because I think about it, and really, that makes me miss you. And give you the stories, but you'd probably just rip them up or throw them away. I can't throw them away, honestly. I can't even put them up and it is KILLING me. I hate looking at them. I HATE IT!
But I know that everytime I look at it, it shouldn't make me miss you, just the times we had and enjoyed. I won't lie, you gave me some crazy good times, some of my best memories involve you. But we're not like that anymore. Honestly, we stopped being even remotely like that before shit hit rock bottom.
I can't make myself hate you. I think that's what I can't stand the most. All the bullshit you've put me through, I can't hate you. God, what is wrong with me? I see your stupid myspace and your stupid sayings and honestly, it just hurts. The fact you dropped me so fast without even thinking, that, I don't know. I guess that should show me you're not a good person. But I can't help it.
You're the hardest person I've ever had to get over. I had so much faith in you, so much faith in us. And it's gone! it's gone because you couldn't just face up to your mistake! WHY! WHY WOULD YOU THROW AWAY SOMETHING SO HUGE?! Why?
I miss you, a lot, but only every now and then.
It sucks, God, you suck.
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[Tuesday
April 14th, 2009] |
-Sometimes I think about us, and maybe that’s crazy because I know we won’t add up to much, if at all anything. But the more I think, the more I fantasize. I feel the touch of your fingertips, your warm gaze and the pure innocence of your lips. My heart tingles, preparing my day dreams to come to a stop, my mind tells me how absurd, and how insignificant this train of thought really is. In times such as these, we need all the luxuries we can get, if that means your fingers intertwined with mine, at least in my dreams, so be it. But school is coming to a halt and who knows if I’ll ever see you again, so with this in my heart, and guiltily in my mind, I know I’ll always have this thing for you, no matter how absurd it could possibly be.
-Please, tell me who you are, maybe we can make this work, maybe it can be just us, you just have to let me know who you are.
-This isn't something I want out. It isn't something that I need out. I'm stuck, that's all. I don't want other people to know I feel this way, just because of the repercussions. And no matter how much I hate it, I know I can't tell you, because I know I'd act on temptation, even though I most definitely cannot. You don't realize how badly I'd like to tell you.
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[Friday
February 27th, 2009] |
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I don't know anymore.
I feel like the wrong person keeps me happy.
You seem to have just given up.
And I'm starting.
Who cares anymore?
Not you.
Not me.
How the fuck did we get ourselves in this?
It's sad cause, my day is made by Ciara now, no one else.
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[Wednesday
February 25th, 2009] |
There.
I said it.
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[Tuesday
February 24th, 2009] |
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My day was just alright, but now that I got your attention...
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[Monday
January 26th, 2009] |
I just read over a ton of old LJ's.
I was really lame.
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[Monday
January 26th, 2009] |
I wanna fly high with you
Touch the clouds and let the rain hit our eyes
Feel the sun beam on our shoulders
I wanna fly high with you
High as the stars and comets
Travel at a velocity we can't know of
See things we've never witnessed
Hear things that haven't been created
Fly high with me so I can feel you
Feel your tick to my boom
I need to fly high with you
Fly to a place where no one can touch us
Where no one can find us
I wanna fly high with you
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[Saturday
January 24th, 2009] |
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How do you tell someone that something is bothering you?
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[Wednesday
January 21st, 2009] |
I hate it when people say things that they obviously have no intention in fulfilling.
Why say it in the first place?
If it was up to me, we could run away and forget the world we used to know.
But when it comes down to it, all the false hopes have added up to many more.
So keep telling me you'll do such things.
Watch my heart race as you let me down, once again.
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[Wednesday
January 14th, 2009] |
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I got time if you got effort.
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[Monday
January 12th, 2009] |
The walking dead surfaces the places we call home.
WAKEUP WAKEUP
No one will wake up.
We're in a line of time where everyone becomes the living dead.
We walk through life in a daze.
Someone dance with me once more.
Oh how much of a bummer society is at this point.
How electronic our thoughts and movements have become.
It's really quite sad.
Hopefully our new president will fix the unfixable.
DeMeza's final tomorrow = not hopeful on passing.
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[Tuesday
January 6th, 2009] |
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You're a hippie in your own skin
Rave and rant about the injustice you feel
beneath your pigment
beneath your heart
beneath you soul
Feed the pain you've made a mockery of
tell others about the true love and devotion that isn't really there
scream your threats through your nostrils
kill the vain eye contact in the reflection of the pool
Your body no longer pumps blood
You're remembered about as much as the boys who fell down pike lane
Get up
No one will notice
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