Harry Potter, The Lord Of The Matrix Trilogy?
"IN YOUR DREAMS"-- Adverse Estate
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Get off my head, baby
I don't need your door to door
Get out of my bed, baby
Or I'll put you six feet in the floor
And when it's time- when it's time
To put you down, I'll open mind
So why're you under my sheets, baby
Want me to hurt you just a little more
I want to feel your skin, baby
It cuts me deep when you turn away
I want to breathe you in, baby
I'm getting deeper- why're you walking away
An when it's time- when it's time
To pull you down, I'll make you mine
So get under my sheets, baby
Don't hang up, what were you going to say?
And when it's time- when it's time
I'll take you out, I'll make you mine
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okay, well today as we all know is the fifth of the month, and some of you know for me that's payday, and it's also openning day for "the matrix: revolutions." and it is my full intention to watch that son of a bitch that i've waited so long to see immediately following the end of my work shift this evening. on top of that yesterday was "lord of the rings" marathon day for me. so now my retinas have been burned by too much tv and i'm all cheery today, right? well, not so fast. first, there are a few things i want to address about my livejournal. foremost, this journal is mine by all rights. those of you who read it do so because i write in it, and if i didn't write in it you wouldn't be reading it. and as the writer, it is my decision what the contents of each entry will contain. if what i write insults you, offends you, or does not appeal to you, tough shit! either deal with it or don't read it. my post section is an option i keep open for you, the readers. it is meant to serve as a kind of forum. it is completely at my disposal and is not meant for your attacks, threats, insults, badgering or gossip at my expense. much like a diary, these are my personal thoughts on digital "paper", and i have a right to think them and to vent them into my own medium. observe that even though i have kept it open for all of you to leave posts, this is not your journal, and i can disable my forum with one simple click of the mouse. i can also bar your ip address from my journal if i feel the need. specifically you, laura, are strongly urged to either look away from this site, or bite your fucking tongue and hope i never find out you're reading it. i think you're a filthy rotton and kaniving whore-bitch and i want to part in your life, and i wan't no participation from you in mine. and i have nothing more to say to you, ever. as for you, geoff i don't know how you got ahold of this journal, but realize that it is a private journal and you may want to expect to be offended. my wife reads it, and knows full well that if i'm going to be pissed at her, i'm going to write about it. if it bothers you then don't read it. i don't feel the need to explain to you why it is i don't like you, but the last post was pasted from a correspondence between rachel and i, and you do not know the whole conversation, only a fragment. those pictures you sent me were in extremely poor taste. for that alone i feel i have every right to bad-mouth you within the privacy of my own journal and in the confidence of my friends. in the history of my life, you friggin dramaqueen i have never said that you must die, but while we're on the subject of gossip i am aware that you also talked shit about me. so don't play poor victimized geoff to me. and i never stalked rachel, as much as your egomaniacle brain would like to think so. and by the way, as far as i am concerned rachel is my friend. i consider myself damn lucky she's even willing to talk to me, but i never stalked her, i never "claimed" her, i never talked shit about her, never dated erica to get back at her (never dated erica at all, actually) and never intentionally did anything to harm or scare her. ironically enough these are all concerns she had addressed to me over the last four years. as i understand it from her, most of the reason she was so afraid of me was all the shit you'd been talking about me, and she herself told me that. at that point i just wasn't over her. i'm still not. never will be, i reckon. but it doesn't grant you permission to paint the fucking town red with my asshole of a name and make me look like some sort of a demon for your own fucking gain. i'm not a saint and i know it, and yea a lot of the reasons i have for not liking you have to do with her but you know what? it's nothing she, i, nor anyone else but you did to cause that. so deal with it. she and i are finished. the two of you are finished, and you and i are also done as pals. you are not a friend of mine. try to be grown-up enough to just handle that fact and not bitch and moan to me about it. and that's all i have to say regarding that. secondly, who the fuck changed my layout in this thing? it sure as hell wasn't me. who knows my password? if i wanted my journal to look like this i would have done it myself. between creepy psycho-nympho readers, asshole posters, and unwanted layout changes i'm getting sick in general of this bullshit. this is my god damned life you're reading about. not yours. leave it alone or i'll shut you all out of it. by the way, for those bookworms out there the new dark tower book is out now. it's called "wolves of the calla." now i'm going to fucking go and fucking take a motherfucking shower and fucking enjoy the rest of my goddamned motherfucking day, motherfuckers. peace the fuck out.
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Get off my head, baby
I don't need your door to door
Get out of my bed, baby
Or I'll put you six feet in the floor
And when it's time- when it's time
To put you down, I'll open mind
So why're you under my sheets, baby
Want me to hurt you just a little more
I want to feel your skin, baby
It cuts me deep when you turn away
I want to breathe you in, baby
I'm getting deeper- why're you walking away
An when it's time- when it's time
To pull you down, I'll make you mine
So get under my sheets, baby
Don't hang up, what were you going to say?
And when it's time- when it's time
I'll take you out, I'll make you mine
**************************************
okay, well today as we all know is the fifth of the month, and some of you know for me that's payday, and it's also openning day for "the matrix: revolutions." and it is my full intention to watch that son of a bitch that i've waited so long to see immediately following the end of my work shift this evening. on top of that yesterday was "lord of the rings" marathon day for me. so now my retinas have been burned by too much tv and i'm all cheery today, right? well, not so fast. first, there are a few things i want to address about my livejournal. foremost, this journal is mine by all rights. those of you who read it do so because i write in it, and if i didn't write in it you wouldn't be reading it. and as the writer, it is my decision what the contents of each entry will contain. if what i write insults you, offends you, or does not appeal to you, tough shit! either deal with it or don't read it. my post section is an option i keep open for you, the readers. it is meant to serve as a kind of forum. it is completely at my disposal and is not meant for your attacks, threats, insults, badgering or gossip at my expense. much like a diary, these are my personal thoughts on digital "paper", and i have a right to think them and to vent them into my own medium. observe that even though i have kept it open for all of you to leave posts, this is not your journal, and i can disable my forum with one simple click of the mouse. i can also bar your ip address from my journal if i feel the need. specifically you, laura, are strongly urged to either look away from this site, or bite your fucking tongue and hope i never find out you're reading it. i think you're a filthy rotton and kaniving whore-bitch and i want to part in your life, and i wan't no participation from you in mine. and i have nothing more to say to you, ever. as for you, geoff i don't know how you got ahold of this journal, but realize that it is a private journal and you may want to expect to be offended. my wife reads it, and knows full well that if i'm going to be pissed at her, i'm going to write about it. if it bothers you then don't read it. i don't feel the need to explain to you why it is i don't like you, but the last post was pasted from a correspondence between rachel and i, and you do not know the whole conversation, only a fragment. those pictures you sent me were in extremely poor taste. for that alone i feel i have every right to bad-mouth you within the privacy of my own journal and in the confidence of my friends. in the history of my life, you friggin dramaqueen i have never said that you must die, but while we're on the subject of gossip i am aware that you also talked shit about me. so don't play poor victimized geoff to me. and i never stalked rachel, as much as your egomaniacle brain would like to think so. and by the way, as far as i am concerned rachel is my friend. i consider myself damn lucky she's even willing to talk to me, but i never stalked her, i never "claimed" her, i never talked shit about her, never dated erica to get back at her (never dated erica at all, actually) and never intentionally did anything to harm or scare her. ironically enough these are all concerns she had addressed to me over the last four years. as i understand it from her, most of the reason she was so afraid of me was all the shit you'd been talking about me, and she herself told me that. at that point i just wasn't over her. i'm still not. never will be, i reckon. but it doesn't grant you permission to paint the fucking town red with my asshole of a name and make me look like some sort of a demon for your own fucking gain. i'm not a saint and i know it, and yea a lot of the reasons i have for not liking you have to do with her but you know what? it's nothing she, i, nor anyone else but you did to cause that. so deal with it. she and i are finished. the two of you are finished, and you and i are also done as pals. you are not a friend of mine. try to be grown-up enough to just handle that fact and not bitch and moan to me about it. and that's all i have to say regarding that. secondly, who the fuck changed my layout in this thing? it sure as hell wasn't me. who knows my password? if i wanted my journal to look like this i would have done it myself. between creepy psycho-nympho readers, asshole posters, and unwanted layout changes i'm getting sick in general of this bullshit. this is my god damned life you're reading about. not yours. leave it alone or i'll shut you all out of it. by the way, for those bookworms out there the new dark tower book is out now. it's called "wolves of the calla." now i'm going to fucking go and fucking take a motherfucking shower and fucking enjoy the rest of my goddamned motherfucking day, motherfuckers. peace the fuck out.