After almost three years, I've made a new livejournal
I need someone to make me some good icons
and apparently Randee and I channel our user names to eachother.

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"Ignorance is bliss," no wise woman's failed to mention. And surely some koan suggests "Neglect leads to perfection." But the more I turn my face from the crowd, the more I feel my back's incresingly compelled. For the sake of escape to turn a knife on itsself. A knife of relief from all the petty insight. And finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through ( Read more... )

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I can't move my mouth one bit from this concave expression, my jaw is throbbing from being locked so long. God forbid I press play on that song. I want no interference from any of you, don't question my emotion. I've given myself a fever, and just can't wait to go to TAKS field testing tomorrow! Dear everything, start looking up again, because this ( Read more... )

Earlier, I was talking with Gayle about SMHS parties I've attended and the various cute little girls she knows who I've seen too drunk to function. And I brought to her attention that I am not glorified enough in the least. Considering Guthrie, circa the second half of his Junior year in SMHS, had already been to jail, flipped someone else's car ( Read more... )

Touch me deeply as you once had
and I will not soon forget it.

Guess yourself, again. These might be easy.1. You get #1 because you were the first, and are still the only boy who can read and understand my every facial expression. Where have you gone ( Read more... )

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I hate my last entry. I am so empty, bitter and lonely. I listen to one song for hours when I get myself like this. I further push myself into this awful feeling, and I sob on and on. I read over some things I've kept in my inbox, earlier ( Read more... )

Two thousand and six bumped into my mouth and leaked a sapor of blood, post alley count down. It collapsed on a wooden white fence. It ingurgitated wine, whiskey and ale. It held hands and stared fixedly at it's anxiety, encouraging swig after swallow. It spat out every word with those keyboards and kids, and danced until it was faint. It ( Read more... )