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I won't lie down and take it. You wanted war, you've got it.
It's a shame it came to blatant lying.
All I wanted was for a clearer conscience, but you're so intent on reaffirming your place as an insecure self-centered bitch... I have no other option.
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(Un)Holy fsck. This solitude could use some alleviation. Some momentary destruction. I need a wonderful, explosive abstraction, cause my own little one doesn't amount to much.
We're all purposeless animals outside of fuck. Culture is an engrossing distraction. Any love can be forgotten.
Well ain't life a peach.
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Life isn't so bad outside of disturbingly unrequited love. But that's really how life should be lived, isn't it ( Read more... ) -
my lame name
I always thought internet names should be fitting, or at least awe-inspiring and quirky... well, it seems that my name is incorrect, or outdated. My bane isn't that I'm shy, it's that I'm fearful. I'm fearful of making judgments, yet I'm always doing it anyway. I've found out the more you resist something unwanted inside yourself, the worse things ( Read more... ) -
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I haven't wrote in here in a while. To state the obvious, dearest reader. My writing skills have considerably slackened in my absence, as has my desire to be fufilled by a small sense of creativity. The reason for this big nothing is just that, there is nothing really happening here. Besides The Smiths, who are a deparure from my past musical set, ( Read more... ) -
OOH RAH/Get 'er done/'Mericuh: Fuck Yeah/Semper Fi/etc... = Starbucks!!!
The stereotypical Man-Mericuh tones in full use.
http://digg.com/technology/Marines_Get_Brutal_New_Weapon
Bed, Bath, & Beyond!!! -
a rare pithy moment following an excursion to my local bookstore:
Sometimes, I just lose track off it all. All the many things I want to know more about, the reasons I want to know them: lost in the search for more. It's not so much about being lost, as not paying enough mind to one particular area. I spread myself thin in grabs for all that I crave, and the surfaces I touch are only dusted. May be, I just lack ( Read more... ) -
From this point, my (myspace) and LJ will be synkronized.
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Somebody set up us the bomb....
somebody set up us the bomb.
It's rediculous. It's a waste of time. It's esoteric. It's stuck in my head.
It == Zero Wing Rhapsody
Midi guitar... midi. fucking. guitar... solo. That's all that should need to be said, but if you don't know what I'm talking about, read the Wikipedia article.
Never played the game.
