they, the eternal myth and paradox...

[red_alibi_one]

Okay... so yeah, there are some pretty interesting events that have been going on lately. Namely, Jon. This guy's mouth will not apparantly quit spitting out bullshit. Moreover, it's not that he won't just shut up and leave others' business alone, but the problem with Jon is that he seems to feel the need to act for others. Along the way though,

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Re: LETS SEE...(JON)

[red_alibi_one]

Due for some anal sex from your daddy? I would hope not, but yeah, things like that happen I suppose... have fun. Jon... get over yourself, pal. I was never friends with Brandon. I barely even knew you. There is a word for what these people are called in our lives... acquaintences. You meet them... laugh with, shrug at, or simply hate them... you don't worry about them, nor do you worry about what they think. They're people... among the many others, in this seemingly endless herd of sheep. *cough cough, people, cough cough* Alright... I'm going to admit a few things... I watched, almost participated, and didn't care about from whom or what was being stolen. It's not my place to do so. If you feel differently, great, you're one of the many people in the world striving for something better, I'm sure... go smoke your ass off and maybe you'll reach the outcome you're looking for someday... that is, after blazing another braincell away. I mentioned what happened to ole Fat Pat, at school of choice, seeing how he is and was around Brandon more than I... that's as far as I got into settling the matter. End of story. When names start being strown around in conspiracy, I get targetted, and you know the rest of the story. I can only go from what I hear... from "many people." I get told I'm going to get jumped... I also get told, I'm going to be approached by Brandon. I didn't go to JJ's for either of you, Jon. Not Brandon, and most fucking definately NOT YOU. You're among the many pothead losers who are going to be stuck in Copperas Cove, or another small, delapidated town for the rest of your lives, doing the same fucking thing... only with 3 children, a fat whore for a wife, and working a mediocre job, trying to support the shitty excuse for a band that you'll probably end up having. Whatever the case, I don't care about you. (HERE'S WHERE I POLITELY ASK YOU TO NOT POST ANY LONGER... IT TAKES UP TOO MUCH TIME. SO IF AT ALL POSSIBLE, DON'T FUCKING DO IT, GENIUS.)

1. I don't intend on fighting anyone.
2. If the need arises, I'll be more than willing to accomodate you both. (brandon and jon, for those who are not intelligent enough to have this figured out so far.
3. This discussion has far exceeded the timeframe that is needed to solve these issues, so it's now closed.
and the famous, 4. I've got no time to deal with you, Jon.

Accuse me of lying... being a pussy, whatever... instead of talking shit to others come say something to me. (rallying them, as you might say... which I can't very fucking well do, since you don't know anyone I hang out with, besides Spike... whom you brought up in the first place. That's your doing, buddy.) Stepping up and speaking out for what you think to me, might save us all from enduring this bullshit in it's entirety. I'm tired... I'm hungry... and I don't want to sit here typing on my journal about people who won't do anything but type back. Here's my contact information if you just so happen to need it:
254 547 1990 (if you would, please don't call after 9 pm... people work here.)
2053 suja ln (go down highway 190... the big road where everyone travels on to get to different cities such as Killeen, and Lampassas... until you see a big light. You can either choose to go straight, or turn left... this is county road 2657 for those of you who aren't familiar with it. Keep going straight, through the light, and you will see "HATTER CONSTRUCTION" and "PHIL'S PAINT AND BODY" (which is shit, so don't take anything there unless you want to get ripped off.) Turn left between the two buildings, on SUJA LANE... go down, and I live fourth house on the left. Or just go down until you see a few trucks, and a primered 1970 Chevelle in the drive way. Simple enough? I thought so. Well... 'be seeing you.