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[Jun. 28th, 2006|11:12 am] |
ifelt so great to have finally felt wanted for once so i drove
north.
and when i was almost there, i was told to fuck off by a stranger
voice isnt life grand.
that s the difficulty,
in that branch of my life is mixed emotions
i still have pieces of (love) and crush that will always
linger
and never die
no matter how deep i pierce into the mother nerve
i spin the needle deeper
and twist and blood pulls back without any work.
ill always care too much
and it always fucks me
hard and ugly.
i love/miss/hate/cry/sad.
sad.sad.sad.
i was going to take my life away so i cut my hair off instead.
loveless love fucks hard
and ugly.
fuck.
you.
off.
fuck dead.
fuck red.
fuck to the end.
well...
i wish, i could fuck a horse.
i just flat need the fuck.
the fuck.
fuck the dead.
fucked red.
fucked in bed.
fucked in head.
fucked hot lead.
fucked my head,
fucked my med.
fucked and pled.
please please please please please
loveme.
youass.
fuck me.
love me,
i want the death
of a content man.
at least my death would be fulfilling. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|02:29 am] |
+++++listen to this, and i'll tell you 'bout the heartache
i'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of god
i'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night___________
the meager food for souls forgot
i'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
10101110001010111110101
10101000011110001111000______
10101010001111000111000
1010101016__________
110101010166
01000111010666.
6
6
6
i'll tell you this
000111010101010101010101100001011111000001010101_______________________
*
no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
///666666
i'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night_______________________________________*
wandering the western dream
tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul///////////////
(death and my cock are the world)
-jim morrison |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|03:29 pm] |
the sticks damned
>>>>tricks doing the dick twist with hicks
their fix of licks////
and plenty of dicks.
and plenty of dicks.
and plenty of.
the lizard king resides in his grave,
but on a full moon and when the air is thick
out from below the surface mr. mojo rising,
like a premature sun burning.
the sky is falling
and everyone is dying.
got to keep on rising...
la woman |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 4th, 2006|02:47 am] |
im all alone in my house.
father works nights and its just me all by myself.
someone come keep me company.
maybe we can have a sleepover.
the spiders are biting and the darkness creeping,
im quite afraid. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|02:11 am] |
tis been an eternity since my words have blessed lj with their sincere hopelessness.
i no longer am the lizard, i by no means can do anything.
i am sober as an infant.
but in the greatest news of this month, my cellular telephone has been healed, life has been breathed into this lonely creature. calls can be made and received for the first time in over a year.
so stop cupping those testies with your palms and get some use out of your fingers, dial the goddamned seven sexual digits of delight. and remove those lips from those grimy peni and use that semen-refreshed throat to speak with your once dull voice, now thriving with confidence from the miniature tadpole swim-athon graciously held in the back of your receptic throat.
1-847-650-5186
come on people now, smile on your brother, try to love one another right now. and
fuck you pussies.
i need people to interact with. i feel like life is coming to a gradual hault and its scaring me shitless.
please call me. i beg you. help.
help. for the love of g
od. hel
p me. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 29th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
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here comes my birthday, t-minus three minutes. goddamnit. birthdays are bullshit. fuck everything. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 29th, 2005|12:31 am] |
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i hate life so much. its fun to get dicked around all day. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|03:37 pm] |
happy birthday gaybot.
i love ya adam. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 30th, 2005|04:54 am] |
i feel sick throbbing
head i am dead the heart
stops on tracks of trains
to be destroyed
and unemployed. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|01:24 am] |
fear and loathing in the afterlife.
maybe he found the american dream. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 20th, 2005|05:04 am] |
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sometimes plain old life can be exciting. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|05:35 pm] |
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so what a great fucking year so far. way to go straight edge fucks who broke my PARENT'S windshield. you are real mature. so ima need that money or you'll be hearing from lawyers, and that one thats seventeen, maybe we'll have to tell your mommy and daddy. i will be in contact with the ones i know, and you can either pay for it, or deal with lawsuits, whichever you prefer. fighting fire with fire is boring, especially when i could just make so much money offa these dumb fucks. so be ready. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|05:52 pm] |
my arm pounds with ache
like head but in joints
fucking drunken freaking out violence
and scattered stories hiding something
nothing
i want to know
heaven
far away
distance burning biting
fucking fighting
riding through the night with a head on your shoulders
riding the day with my head in my ass. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 24th, 2004|04:52 pm] |
i slept until four today because it was christmas eve.
i usually sleep that late anyways...
its too cold
and for you a wonderful vagina/flashlight. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 22nd, 2004|06:31 am] |
i think im falling.
just dream.
im cold and every day closer to death
i have sickness.
i need sleep.
more sleep.
sleep all the time
is what i need.
the idea of just turning on everything
just running
cities and states until it was warm
the thought
had crossed my mind. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 18th, 2004|06:31 pm] |
so i need to get laid tonight.
ill be in the chicago/lake county/kenosha area.
i will have the number 847-650-0135 on me tonight for those that need to reach me. but dont call this number after today. peace bitches. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 16th, 2004|04:05 am] |
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damn today has been fucking sad. shit wont be the same without jarrod, its not that i even knew him that well but he was always around and always super nice and zion and beyond just wont be the fucking same. sigh. there was talk of a benefit show and i want to see if i can get some old members together and do a reunion to help his family out. peace out. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 14th, 2004|06:39 am] |
im so tired.
need sleep, dozing at the flickering screen i know this but its different smooth and then theres that little up and down both swirling speedball nigger-rigged, figuratively of course you understand that the proper combination used in caution can be a beautiful thing. i wear the sticky badge scotch taped to my chest, if you catch the vibe then keep the tone low, thank you and goodnight you all have been so wonderful, drink some soy nog dickheads. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2004|06:15 pm] |
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today i took my first shower since thanksgiving. it was cleansing. death showed up at my door at 4:30 in the morning drunk as a doornail. i let him crash on my floor. he infested my room with maggots. |
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