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Matthew Shepard Prose Poem
Trapped in a prison of artificial light, sprawled upon desolate land, he cried for his gods. Cried for, begged for, prayed for his gods. For anyone to save him. As the gun lands again and again, pulling against too strong bonds keeping him here. Blood trickles down his neck, seeping into the fabric of his clothes, soaking into the dirt ( Read more... ) -
Oh my god, I exist.
Okay, first I apologize to my very few friends for kind of disappearing off the face of the earth for a while. I swear I will get better at this. Eventually I will do periodic updates, but my life is very uneventful, so they'll probaby be quite short.
Second, I am currently typing this on my new iPhone, which I love very much and have yet to name. ( Read more... ) -
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So here I am, in Washington DC, and I'm sick. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! Seriously?! This is so not fair! I've always wanted to come here and now I'm sick. The fates hate me. They really do. Twisted bitches. *mumblemumblegrumblegrumble* On the plus side, there's a storm about to hit here, so yay for that. That's pretty much all I have to say today. I'll ( Read more... ) -
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Who sleeps next to you?
Nobody. I have a twin bed. -__-
Have you ever lied to a teacher to get out of a deadline?
I have. And sometimes they even believe me.
What kind of magazines do you read?
I flip. I'd rather read books.
What was your dream job when you were a kid?
When I was really little I wanted to be a doctor.
What's really creepy?
Stalkers
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I have a mission!
First, an announcement. My sunburn is starting to peel! Which means it's healing! YAYNESS ( Read more... ) -
FREEDOM!!!!
Okay, first of all, they need to add Caffeinated, Twitchy, and Jumpy to the mood list. At the very least Jumpy. And Free. Anyway, I'M FREE!!!!!!!!! I just got back from a Jehovah's Witness meeting. *twitch* (no offense to the people who believe in that) And, go figure, the first thing they talked about was moral and mental cleanliness....HA! This ( Read more... ) -
So here I am.
Sitting at my father's computer at 10:30 at night with nothing better to do than get further addicted to my livejournal, which I've had for over a year and never EVER use. How sad is that? And not only am I bored, in the middle of nowhere with limited internet (although it is more than I thought it would be), and getting addicted to yet another ( Read more... )