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[01 Dec 2008|10:13pm] [ music | X-ray spex ] I am getting excited about/ Planning out my arrangements for THIS IS FOR YOU FEST this year! People who are also planning: I am currently looking to split a cheap hotel/motel with some people. (preferably people that I know, or friends of those people, but not necessary) I just don't want some fuckhead trying to jack my shit to cause a problem, ya' know? Bands I am reasonably excited about seeing this year: COLD SHOULDER REPUBLICORPSE CULT RITUAL LEMURIA COKE BUST SURROUNDINGS ANS POISON X PLANET RELIGIOUS AS FUCK RATIONAL ANIMALS LIKE WOLVES MEHKAGO NT SHITSTORM SOUL CONTROL KHANN TIME TO DIE BLACKBIRDS 3 comments|post comment

[01 Nov 2008|12:59pm] I knew it was time for me to call it a night at 1 AM when the pregnant chick showed up smoking a cigarette and drinking a can of Busch Light. Actually, earlier her husband was telling us his son to be's name was "Linkin" I asked if it was after the president, and the man said (sincerely) " hell no, he's the one who freed all the damn slaves." post comment

[27 Oct 2008|09:09am] "Undead Journal" LOL. post comment

[25 Oct 2008|09:56am] Oh lord. I don't even remember last other than that everybody in DeLand was there. I drank a shit-ton of hunch punch that was like 7 parts liquor, one part fruit punch,andsmokedtoomuchweed It was a Halloween party, and I was dressed as Charlie from It's Always Sunny In Philly. And that I just woke up and am still pretty wasted. I'vewokenup drunkmany times,butneverexactly as much as when I went to sleep. Oh yeah, and the cops showed up and we had to dip out the back door hahaha. I am also sorry, random kid. My bad. 4 comments|post comment

[24 Oct 2008|02:12am] I don't want to be deep, and I don't want to be shallow. I only want to be content. 1 comment|post comment

[23 Oct 2008|12:43am] So, We were back down at the corner store. Back there buying beer before the bar. The stone cold remnants of a human life still sitting, still vacant. Paramedics, firefighters, police--more had returned They transferred the pale, lifeless (hours ago alive) human body from under the death-white tarp, to an ocean blue body bag. A glimpse of head here, a glimpse of brains there. A limp arm carefully piled into the bag-- A puddle of blood left on 17-92. We restocked on cigarettes and headed out to the brickhouse. Laughing, joking, forgetting, "macking". We see a bum. One of the bums who frequents the Valero store which the "accident happend in front of. I drunkenly bring up the event. "Yeah, that was crazy man" "can I get a cig?" I obliged him... life goes on. We leave. We drive down 17-92 from the Brickhouse in Flamejobs car. I didn't think about it once, we drove right over the spot where our John Doe: "Man, that sucks" "I'm glad it wasn't me." Died. Life goes on... Life fucking goes on... John Doe doesn't matter. Other than that I saw his mind. His real mind. His brains. His blood. On the road not hours before. His limp, his lifeless, his guts, his soul. His life story, it all ends in a small town nobody gives a fuck about--And how am I supposed to find any comfort in any of this. I'm not. It's another life lesson. Brains, guts, glory, fait. "man, that sucks." "I'm glad it wasn't me" "Who was he?" 2 comments|post comment

Here's to you. [22 Oct 2008|08:21pm] Dead. In the middle of 17-92. The John Doe lay slumped and contorted under a white tarp, twenty feet from his shoes and smack-dab in the middle of a puddle of blood that crept out from under the tarp, curiously staring at the onlookers gathered around. All anybody could say was--"That sucks" "who was he?" like would be actors trying out for a part. The same line, over and over. The same slightly off time accounts of what happened from a few witnesses. Under the intermittent red light--dark night--red light--dark night. "That sucks... Who was it?" All anybody could think was "I'm glad that wasn't me" "That sucks", "who was he?" As the ambulances, patrol cars and firetrucks slowly filed off one by one,within a matter of twenty minutes, The few onlookers, The slumped man with his leg contorted so he was looking his own foot in the eye. "Man, that sucks." "who was he?" "makes you think." John Doe, a few onlookers, their excited expressions baffled by one of anonymous grievance. The other lanes traffic passed by as normal, slowed slightly for the spectacle: One fire truck, one tarp, one puddle, one lump. Not a cloud in the sky. "that sucks" "who was he" "I'm glad that wasn't me. post comment

[20 Oct 2008|08:16pm] Point A To Point B oh I know lots of points with no points in between, for me. So lonely but never alone I know I'm at my house but I wish that I were at home Point A To Point B oh I know post comment

[16 Oct 2008|02:50am] [ music | NOFX ] Lesson # 51178 Human beings will tell you whatever you desire when pressed to do so. Shouldn't this be lesson #1? 1 comment|post comment

[01 Oct 2008|12:47am] I need to do something drastic--the good/positive kind of drastic. 1 comment|post comment

[26 Sep 2008|01:31am] I'm not going to beat around the bush. I am so fucking depressed right now. Shit just keeps piling on top of everything else. That's life though!! Sail on! 1 comment|post comment

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[22 Aug 2008|01:50am] I don't know why I hate it when people say that they're proud of me. I have to say; that's pretty twisted post comment

[12 Aug 2008|03:13am] [ music | A National Acrobat ] Don't ask little old me anything, about anything. I'm keeping it zipped and I like being a fly on the wall! post comment

[08 Aug 2008|02:35am] Hello, LJ> post comment

[24 Jul 2008|07:55pm] Most people don't give a shit about your bleeding heart feelings as words; save up your energy And exploit them into actions and burn brighter than them all. 2 comments|post comment

[24 Jul 2008|02:29am] [ music | Casiotone ] I have learned how to turn my feelings off on a whim. It's really not that hard.And If I ever get in too deep--I can always go to sleep. post comment

[21 Jul 2008|08:31pm] This week is good, because of TIFY finally getting into momentum (GET STOKED!) Also, this was my day: post comment

[20 Jul 2008|11:37pm] I don't know what the point of this one is, but: From your broken frame of reference, I am out of the picture,or at best I'm far behind you. From time to time, I walk the tracks, they always lead me to the same place.And it always reminds me. This is not the direction I want to go. -XXVI post comment

[15 Jul 2008|10:36am] Predominantly, I'm mostly :[ on the inside at night, Well This morning I woke up hungover from all of the :[ I had last night. post comment

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