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Country: United States
State: Georgia
Birthday: 6/4/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: hangin out wif muh buddies.... you kno who u are...
Expertise: i am a spy.
Occupation: Government
Industry: Government
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Member Since:
6/16/2003
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| - Canonball EDIT-- SO A LOTTA MY OLD FRIENDS LIKE TO TRY TO CONTACT ME AND SHIT.... goddamn. its like i was never part of their life.
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dearest friends...
this song is how sometimes you think your forgotten cause of a bad history... but then sometimes you're not.
damn... this song gets to me right there ::thuds chest::... ::sigh::
cannonball [damien rice]
there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on
there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that i can’t say what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball
there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that i can't see what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy
'cause it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna scare her
it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna lose
it's not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know | | |
| dear non-fuckeerrss...
i caught a cold. it feels horrible. different stages. 1. sore throat 2. lose voice 3. stuffy and runny nose 4. coughing 5. coughing and sore throat 6. coughing, sore throat, and sore stomach muscles. THEEND OF THE COLD.
wouldn't it be funny if a guy asked you out and you said "SILENCE FOOL!" hahah... amy is so funny. ^_^
i regret so much stuff in my life. have you ever seen butterfly effect? yea. if i had a choice, i would strangle myself in the uterus too... blah but i cant too bad for me.
so many druggies here. white druggies. some of them my friends. maybe ill regret that soon too. o well. i have a REGRETFUL life. like now im in connecticut. i look at my friends from the past and im like "JESUS CHRIST I WISH THEY WOULD JUST FUCKIN CHANGE THEMSELVES CUZ CANT THEY FUCKIN SEE THEIR SCREWIN UP THEIR FUCKIN LIVES!?!?!" but hell no. they cant.
what stupidity. ::sigh:: if i cud, i wud laff at them.
i regret thinking that.
chris. | | |
| Dear fuckerrs...
I stared motionless before the mirror, as always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different over there, Better. There are people is that world, who I would like.
But like always, my hand hits that glass.
I know that if I'd only waited just one more second...
Somtimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray all you want to whatever God you think will listen.
And, still, It makes no difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
The passions that drive us should be the ones we respect and admire. To feel contempt for one's own motivations is a vulgar thing.
Too often, it seems, I've succumbed to less than admirable compulsions driven by this furiously reprehensible machine of mine.
So many things inside that I can do without- Desires and whatnot.
So Extraneous.
I'm wondering if maybe, there really is something wrong with me.
shit.
Im gonna go kill a party clown.
pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony, sloth.
chris...
Jhonen Vasquez | | |
| heyyy fuckeerrrs...
wsupp? im "chillin" as in the ATL lingo.. lol aww.. i miss you guys so much... i heard ppl in the ATL are actin pretty shady these days... and not many people have been trying to contact me lately... so it kinda sux... hmm...
School started here! i have 2 art classes and im learning ITaLian manggs... sweedish rite? i met so many knew kewl ppl like Chris and Blayze and Billi and Chris and Matt and Sherry and Brett and Catrina and Megan and holy crap a lotta other ppl.. its pretty kewl... ^_^ enjoying it but still missing you atlanters like fooo-ackkk mangs...
so many white ppl its like SNOW...
how do nerds make music?
they go "ch ch ch ::scratch scratch:: ch ch ch" on their calculator like a turntable!
hahahahaha.... LOL LMAO HAHAHHAHA.... ok enuff....
i am sofa king read arted.
just joshiung ^_^
chris.. | | |
| "I looked all around. There wasn't any colors anywhere. Everything was black and white and gray. It was quiet as a graveyard. I stared wildy at the growing crowd, the police cars, wondering why it was all so silent. It didn't look quiet. It looked like TV with the sound off... I tried screaming and I still couldn't hear it. I was that alone. I was in a glass bubble and everyone else was outside it and I'd be alone like that for the rest of my life.
Then a pain sliced through my head and the colors were back. The noise was deafening and I was shaking because I was still alone."
To all those people who are too caught up with what's happening around them now... what will become of you? To all those people who only care about their reputation or how they look to others... what if everyone leaves you? To all those people who skip school to smoke... what the hell is wrong with you? Can't you see that you're the only one who can make your own future?
Stupid fuckers. You promise to work hard in school and you promise yourself to buy a nice car and to get a nice house and a family, but you just throw your whole fucking chance away. You promised yourself. You promised everyone. And if you screw up your chance now, you won't ever get another one. And to you I say these two words: "fuck you."
I thought you were for real when you said you would stop fucking around. But like before... I know all your words and everything that comes out of your mouth is just a bunch of bullshit. Everything to you is just games and you think your so great because the only thing important to you is reputation.
Well, a reputation for skipping school and promising yourself shit promises isn't a rep that you want. So give it up and look at your future. Right now it's shit.
These words are for you. One day you will wake up at the age of 18. You will receive a phone call from a girl you picked up a week ago. You don't remember her because you fuck around with 50 girls each week. She says she's pregnant. You throw up both because you are shocked and because of the hangover from last night. You end up running from the girl. You act like your tough and you don't care. But when you are by yourself and you think about it, it bugs the hell out of you. You don't think about it much because it's already happened to you before. Maybe the next time it happens you'll try to stay with her. But you know that it won't work. And that time, you get stuck with the kid. You're an 18 year old father. 'It's not that young.' you think. But you want to live up to the age of 80. That's not possible if you do drugs and smoke. And think about it then. You're stuck with a kid whose mother you barely know for the rest of your life.
Man, you just fucked up your life. Maybe you started this whole thing when you first ranaway from home. Or when you first shoplifted and got caught. Maybe you long to be that cool guy who's on the streets who carries a gun everywhere and your whole life goal is to be the "legend" on the streets. You wish to be respected and known as the smartest and best fighter ever. If you do, you have one fucked up desire.
My advice to you: please don't fuck up your life. Please don't turn your future to dust.
You know who you are. You know who I'm talking to.
Christine.
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