| Never Born |
[20 May 2012|04:33pm] |
Laying here in bed
The nurse wheeled you in
Is this happening?
No, I’ve seen your face before
You were standing at my door
But that was fifty years ago?
And I don’t know
If it is true
Or is it really you?
Is my mind just reeling these pictures of you?
But you said:
"Sailor, yes it’s me
I’ve waited for this day
And I love you."
Fifty years... I love you
It took a short moment but my soul remembers
The day we first met in brisk November
My life had changed, I never felt the same
I realized it then but I know for sure now
We were never born and we were never dead and
I’ve loved you so many lives before
Baby, take a look, now I’m old and crazy
For all that I know I’m hallucinating
But I was crazy when I met you
I guess nothing changes
Including all the charm in our two old faces
And the dreams we both built we are always chasing
The same hospital, Babe
It’s me
Baby, it’s me
I’m here love
And if you don’t believe I’ll kiss your cheek
I’ll climb into your bed underneath the sheets
And we’ll call it quits together
And that’s ok by me
You can read whole book but there’s always one chapter
That’ll change your whole life and forever after
You had a baby, I was scared and angry
I chose to leave your life, I thought I didn’t belong there
The worst thing I did in the last fifty years
Now I’m begging you, in the hospital
Ok,
So if I told you we live forever
Would you ever believe?
Twelve thousand years and I can remember
You always end up with me
So let us lie here warm together
And turn the light out in peace
Cause then the next life will be such a pleasure
As we build our new dream!
And if I told you that I remember
Would you ever believe?
I love you more than forever!
But now it’s time for sleep
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[04 May 2012|11:52am] |
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this house is a wreck and its really depressing me. Keeping it cleaning is as impossible as nailing jello to a tree. the moment we mop or sweep or pick something up this fucking miserable dog ruins it. Not to mention the countless amount of shit she's already broken. I can't stand this shit.
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[05 Jan 2012|11:14am] |
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Everyone told me this would be difficult but I didn't know i'd feel like this. Everything about this situation is so sad and my fault it makes me wanna die. And its hard to clear my head when I don't have too many people to talk to about it. God I hope everything works out
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| so deep that it didnt even bleed |
[03 Jan 2012|10:15am] |
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The parts of life that make me sick. I can't have an original feeling or emotion. I can't express how i feel. Sucks to always be the bad guy but I'm beginning to remember how this thing works. I'm in it for the long haul. Who knows i might get lucky and not have to change at all.
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| curse of the cock |
[03 Jan 2012|04:18am] |
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my journey for fux has been alot harder than any prostethic leg. i fear that the severity of the situation has elevated to health threatening levels. my testicles are no longer able to fit in any normal sized pants i own. the neighbor kids think its a tumor. my helmet head is so rubbed raw from over-tuggin' im pretty sure a strong gust of wind will cause me to prejack. i just wanna sling starlet amounts of goo upon the mugs of angels. i dont expect anyone to understand but those who know me shouldnt be surprised. i feel like that fat chick in highschool that couldnt get laid. the one the prom king asked out and egged at the doorstep. just another addiction to add to the list of shit that keeps me up at night. i dont want to make anyone feel bad but i highly doubt anyone takes me seriously on the subject. no one sees it as a real problem. they write it off and say "youre always horney". they say its just me being a man. no one could possibly know how disgusting sad and alone it makes me feel. to self esteem, perfection, and other things of myth. ill get it right someday til then ill keep hammering nails down my urethra to temporarily stunt the sex hunger however brief it maybe.
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| sadpanda |
[31 Dec 2011|03:09pm] |
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dont ever try to substitute your addiction to sex with drugs. youll hate the person you become and itll drive all the important people in your life away from you.
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| can't complain |
[27 Dec 2011|10:15am] |
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cept for needing a job. I got everything I want. Great friends. massive genitals. and the love a wonderful devotchka
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| gnar-rad |
[21 Dec 2011|01:25pm] |
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g'naughtbad. Traps mistaken for candy these nuts. Time to recalibrate. Its never made more sense to me before in my life. We are all capable of beauty. Unfortunately we've been outta state for a plate of knowledge and if your coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have that top dollar. Too bad greed is the blood that flows through our veins and constant intervention will only upset the people as they lose faith in the powers-at-be. Mrs Jackson
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| shit leopard selling its spots |
[20 Dec 2011|02:56pm] |
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i wish people where more straight forward and honest. the rest of the world is so fucked in the head no one knows what they want and it keeps the other half of population hanging in the balance. none of us will ever fully know what we want so for now keep your yeart 3stacks. youll never know when theyll wake up wanting you gone again Posted via LiveJournal app for Android.
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[19 Dec 2011|08:12pm] |
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those who dont examine history are doomed to repeat it. arguements like this make me wanna give up on matters of the heart. im not afraid to be seen with you in public. im not talking to any other girls and never have i been ashamed to call you my girlfriend and let the rest of the world know how much i love you. the worries that kept you up at night in the past should be left there. i want two things in life: world domination with my clan and living happily ever after with you. thats all i have in mind. you mean the world to me dangie
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| Reagan Smash!! |
[18 Dec 2011|07:33pm] |
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i love life. i just wanna fuck constantly and if i had to put a finger on whats holding me back thatd be the front runner. sex slaves shouldnt be illegal if you treat em humanely. all i wanna do is bury my bone in your backyard. is that too much to ask for? Posted via LiveJournal app for Android.
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| Every breath that I exhale |
[16 Dec 2011|11:34am] |
every breath that I exhale is a sigh of exhaustion.
How sad - this is what your life has
been reduced to - a single room apartment containing no more than a mattress.
The strings have been removed from the blinds and all the outlets have been
painted over. The television screen is streaked with blood smeared from your
knuckles as you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated its
strength, or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. Startled by a knock
at the door you rise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can
only greet the visitor with one short statement. Hello my first name is
distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again. Hello my name is
distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again.
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| Sleep Pattern |
[15 Dec 2011|12:44pm] |
September 9, 2001. Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley.
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking. They hadn't closed her eyes yet. She must have died on the way. A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance.
They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up. I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven.
I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand.
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people.
I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless.
But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him.
He doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years.
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don't know.
On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.
I don't tell him about the dream I had the night before where I'm riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I've never heard and smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree.
I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured.
I bleed to death in excruciating pain.
I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die.
But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don't see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.
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| my gals way prettier than any bitch on isanyoneup.com |
[14 Dec 2011|09:51am] |
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I hate not working. It's driving me ape shit. I can't wait to go back in tonight. I feel unproductive and fat, Well I guess I've been both the past two weeks. Nice little vacay now time to hop back in the saddle. I wish I worked during the day as oppose to fucktard in the after noon. Loads of hobos out today. Crippling tummy pains may just keep me in bed till work. want so desperately to pick my nose but Don't wanna move my sinus fracture. I want snoosnoo so bad I might cry.
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| this time im sure |
[07 Dec 2011|09:10am] |
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It's all in my head. This time I won't act out. This time I wont push away. This time I'll talk it out before I go ahead and ruin shit. also my eye is opening. Fuck ya to speedy recoveries. He better hope I never see him
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| fuck this shit for real |
[06 Dec 2011|02:14pm] |
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there is no way to describe how horny these fucking steroids make me. I'm less concerned about my eye and more concerned with yanking my dick out of its socket.
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| I've never been so in love |
[06 Dec 2011|12:32am] |
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Life is constantly moving. With or without you.
You don't keep up with the changing of the tides
a little 18 year old tidal wave will blindside you with a pair of brass knuckles and take your eye. This is the wake up call to get back on the ball.
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| Byebye Beezy |
[25 Nov 2011|07:39pm] |
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The people you surround yourself by; they aren't your friends. Just because they make you laugh, let you crash there, or share their weed or booze with you doesn't make you buddies. Just because you chatted with them for the past few months on facebook doesn't make you best friends for life. Just because you text them once a day doesn't mean you know them from eve. The ones that come over to get drunk, break your shit, steal it, never return it, ruin your clothes smoke weed in your laundry room, sleep in your bed, watch your tv and ditch you though they're "in love" with you aren't worth your time. It doesn't matter if they say they're legit and will never let you down.It doesn't matter if they swear up n down that what they say is true. It doesn't matter that they've never made a move on you. They're all just awaiting opportunity. If you haven't noticed by now they're all just using you or waiting til you are your weakest and most vulnerable to take advantage of you. You can't trust anybody you haven't known for long and you are just too trusting. I'm sorry you had to move across the country to figure that one out. Maybe next time when a real friend tells you it's a bad idea you'll listen, till then I'll be praying for you.
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| a scar |
[24 Nov 2011|09:08am] |
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thanksgiving 2011. the year is almost over and i couldnt be happier. its been a rough one and as forgetful as i am this wont be a year soon forgotten. as much as i wanna repress it. its nine oclock in the morning ive been up for two hours and it feels like ive been up for 4 days straight. why does it seem like family secrets surface at the same time every year? is it cuz of the family oriented holidays? i know itll never stop just hope they get less life changing. i miss being in love. seeing it and feeling it daily. i miss dange. i miss my friends. forever alone. atleast in my head.
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