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1 4m 50 1337 (i am so leet) o_o <--(me)<--loser!!! [Jul. 30th, 2005|04:43 am]
Still Running
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[can you feel.... |accomplishedw00t]
[can you hear.... |the package (APC)]

first off lemmi say this, im sorry this is so long and of the two (and im thinking one person) that actually reads this anymore(....not much to read anyway...) you dont have to waste your time reading it. BUT GOD AS MY WITNESS ILL BE SAD IF YOU DONT!!! =( anyway i re-included the first part because well, it just felt more cooler that way. ok also my word is gay and when i copy and paste onto LJ it doesnt indent, so im not an idiot i do indent it jsut wont show it =( anyway id feel special if someone comented but meh. i feel cool when it emails me to say someone saw waht u did! im all like yay! i never get emails....tho i never send emails......hmmmm DAMN YOU KARMA!!!! oh well enjoi!
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He preferred to be small and out of the way. Behind he curtain, where the actors claimed the light, the same light that wouldn’t shine if someone else tucked away from sight hadn’t pointed the damn thing at them. Light or no light the actors still sucked and if he wasn’t happy where he was he could have easily shown them what a performance he could put on, but just beyond what people saw, that is where he was most comfortable.
Nothing stood out about him. A tattered dark brown leather coat wearing thin at the elbows and around the neck, black jeans, torn the cuffs from being walked on day in and day out long hair covered his eyes when he wanted it to. His eyes a faded, but natural green, teeth not white enough to bring attention to his smile, but smiling in general seemed to bring attention these days. After all there wasn’t much left to smile about. He dressed to look just like everybody else without being anybody else and keeping a delicate balance of trying not to be too much himself.
You couldn’t have guessed that his knee wasn’t worth a damn. Everyday it ached, twice as bad on a cold day. He learned to walk like everyone else. He stared at his feet while walking, keeping his gate balanced and his feet pointing straight, often both his hands unintentionally found there way into his pockets. Music played through his head, no connection to anything around him, the music just was, and if nothing else that gave him a reason to smile.
The town had been dying for a long, long time, the signs were everywhere. Soldiers routinely came through to board the train, always left armed, never came back. He supposed someplace there was a war going on, but no news came through that place, just the soldiers. Time was slow there. The fisherman woke up with the sun and sat at the docks all day long, usually in silence. He couldn’t help but wonder if they knew they would catch no more fish from that shore, but when the time came for an answer as it always did, Sam supposed they did.
Someplace else Sam knew that the world was going much faster. Maybe that’s the place the soldiers returned to, maybe he thought late at night, that’s where brother went to. In his dreams he saw that place, soldiers were dancing about, and there were fish to be caught, lights too, not like the ones that lit the streets in that little fishing town, no, lights like the two above the stove at home, they didn’t work anymore, his mom had told him, but when they did before brother was born they were like one hundred candles that never flickered or went out. That was where time went faster, he was sure of it.
In the morning Sam always took the long way to the station, along the shore line, then he pulled his school ticket from his wallet and got on the train for the academy. On the train at 5:15 A.M., at the academy by 5:35 A.M., and in class by 6:00 A.M.. School was important his mom always said, “You should be so grateful that you’re going, the tests in the spring tell you what your life holds child.” She never went. Same thought the entire train ride, she never went.
How could she have, the town was dying what money did anyone have for something as trivial as school? She was happy wasn’t she? Was… that fucking word! Always a constant haunt! Maybe she was happy at one time, but that was probably when dad and brother were around. Maybe she was still happy when it was just her, brother and himself…maybe. Life couldn’t have been easy for her now. She worked two jobs during the week and three on Saturdays. All for school, she worked her life away to put two children through school….for the tests, he reminded himself, for the tests.
Ten more minutes until the train arrived at the academy, two more months until spring and five more months until he found out what he was going to be good for in this world. Maybe the notice will read the same as brothers did, maybe he will be called to the academy and sent home with something that he couldn’t talk about, then leave and never say why. He hated brother for receiving that notice. Sam couldn’t leave his mother behind, not like she was. Maybe in a few years, forty or so seemed right, when his mother was too sick to be at home any longer, when he could bring her someplace where she could be taken care of then he could leave.
His train of thought stopped along with the train he was on. Well almost. “We can’t be there already…” he said in a hushed voice. He glanced out the window, trees, as far as he could see were trees. A scream echoed from two cars up Sam guessed, a door between cabins slammed shut. “Why panic?” something in his mind told him it just wasn’t going to be worth it to panic right now, “If you die today at least die standing.” He nodded staring with intent at the door of his cabin. “You’re all alone…” Sam glanced over the cabin quickly, right, no one else is in here. He nodded again. Muffled voices, another scream, then the sound he had been expecting all his life somehow.
“Click….boom” he winced, then took a step forward. “Who?” he took another step towards the door. “And why?” Sam dropped his bag to the floor, his pace quickened to the door. “Let’s not be to hasty now, no one else needs to die today…” Unsure whether the voice came from the other cabin or in his mind Sam knew it was sound advice. He braced himself against the door and listened. Nothing. He slid the door open and listened to the next door. It hit him, what kind of an idiot would listen to the doors on this train they are made to be soundproof. He reached to open the door. “Reality check…”
Sam stared at the door. Nothing made sense. The train, it was stopped, but the cabins are sound proof, how could he hear a gun shot or the scream two cabins up? But he was sure he had heard them. Like a head rush his senses overwhelmed him, the pine scent, the sun still casting long shadows, birds songs hammered his ears like a jackhammer on concrete. Then something cracked. The forest, he heard the sound from the forest. Ducking down he lowered himself from the train and glanced around. Two men were sneaking towards the train. Sam could see them from the waist down they were walking in a crouched position to the train, and the taller one in front had a revolver in his hand.



Sure the sun had set, didn’t make any difference to him though. Time was a funny thing these days, same day happened seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. Reaching into his pocket for a little comfort he pulled an old pack of cigarettes. They had gone stale a long time ago, but that was fine he never actually smoked them, just lit them and held them until they burned too low and then he stamp them underfoot. The ashes he trailed were a reminder, kinda like writing “I’ve been here.” on thousands of little cards and dropping them while walking, he just never saw the trail.
He supposed someone knew where he had been, it was awfully hard to just disappear these days. He glanced back, the trees seemed familiar but he wasn’t sure. Mr. Denton was a scared man, running from something that he couldn’t quite be sure wasn’t a dream. And that’s how he ended up in West Gate Cannes train station, sure that every time he glanced over his shoulder somehow “they” managed to duck into the shadows. Whoever “they” were wasn’t relevant, at 3:14A.M. a tall man in a brown hat a beige coat sat down on the first car of the seventh track train. He waited.
The doors closed and the train pulled off into the approaching dawn. At this time of the nine cars he was one of five passengers, two in car three, one in car two and one in car eleven. Denton carried no luggage, and no wallet with him, a metal clip held all he had to his name in his pocket, in the other were his cigarettes. The train rolled by for sometime and the faster it went the more Denton relaxed. He even took his coat off at one point and lay it across his lap.
The sun was raising, the blackness turned to a deep blue and then just before five the sun set the sky ablaze. He lowered the window the feel the brisk morning air. He must have felt like a child in a candy store. He left the bad dreams at the station, he fooled them, and now he was free. Maybe the thought crossed his mind, but he never stopped smiling like a fool once the sun came up. The coroner said that was particularly bothersome.
He found a five piece on the floor and picked it up then put in on the seat across from him. That’s where he probably realized that the track was a circle and until the train came back to the station there was no way to veer from the path. He pulled a pen from his coat and wrote something on his arm and the pulled his coat back on and cinched it then he reclined his head and kept on smiling like a damn fool.
At 5:15A.M. the train stopped in a small fishing town, the air was heavy with salt, and as they always did the students got on the train in any of the cars six through nine. Denton paid no mind to them. One student however liked to sit in the coach seats, and generally sat in car three or four. The conductor said that perhaps the only thing that ever even stood out to him about the boy is that he preferred to sit alone rather than with other students, after all the 5 o’clock train was for students primarily, not many other people were on the train at that time.
The next stop a well dressed man boarded car three and then two women gossiping amongst themselves followed him on. The last stop was at the Hills. Denton seemed to almost sneer at the passengers that boarded at this point, twelve students and five others that all filed into car two. The train began the trek back to the station. The ride would be short and the scenery would be rather enjoyable. The train had a direct route through the great forests, or as some called them Mainous loosely translated from the forests spirits, “Earth Crown.”
Denton checked his watch, 5:27 A.M. the train came to a stop. Moments later he would be dead, along with fifteen other passengers, nine of them students. Seven would be wounded, Sam would be a hero if one of the men hadn’t pressed a button on a detonator for a bomb that he wore around his leg. Sam would have been taken to the hospital for a third degree burn on his right hand and arm and multiple puncture wounds from the hardware of the bomb and train. But that day was not a would be kind of day.




Most questions, when you really get down to it, don’t have an answer.

He walked about aimlessly for close to an hour before blood loss got the best of him. Near a quiet stream he collapsed with barely strength enough to keep his eyes open. Blood had soaked through his shirt and into his jacket, the left leg of his pants was nearly all a dark red and his right leg was getting there. His arm fell into the stream and the water carried his blood away, turning a pink hue. Sam’s breathing was labored and slow, and as he lay in the grass he realized that he was going to die today.
Several hours passed as Sam lay there bleeding before two of the students from the train found him. Kirry and Sara knelt beside him, Sara checked for a pulse and at first there was none but she screamed for help anyway what else could she do? Kirry was in tears sitting against a large tree, she saw him first. His hair was long tangled and a dirty blonde, he looked as if he hadn’t shaven in at least a week.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and wore a tattered bag around his shoulder. His walk was confident yet natural and soft as if he had a reverence for the ground that he stepped upon. On his right hand he wore a glove that had all the fingers cut off at the knuckles. His boots were old and weathered, his blue jeans were faded, with grass and dirt stains on the knees. He wore a thick black shirt with the left sleeve rolled up and a brown leather vest over that. He pulled a little flat metal box from his vest and made a line of tobacco on a thin piece of paper then rolled it, this cigarette he offered to the girls.
Kirry was struck by the sight of him and turned away, Sara saw the offer and hastily refused it. “He doesn’t have a PULSE! HELP HIM!” The man laughed then pointed to Sam, “He doesn’t have a pulse? You seem somehow surprised.” He walked over to Sam and bent on one knee beside him. He took the new cigarette and put it in Sam’s lips, “Hold this.” He muttered as he went through his bag. The two girls stared with fascination. He pulled a bag of what looked like spices out of his bag and looked around himself, into the forest beyond.
“The forest spirits are claming the dead” He lowered his head and sprinkled the herbs about Sam’s body.
“Forest spirits!?” Kirry was shocked at what she was hearing.
“THE DEAD ARE OUR FRIENDS! DON’T SAY THAT SO MATTER OF FACTLY!” Sara sprang to her feet.
“The dead are no ones friend, they remember little of life but the injustice and for that they harbor long memories. What happened here cursed the land, the forest spirits are merely putting the dead where they belong.”
A shriek came from the direction of the train and both girls ran toward it. The man drew a knife and sliced his finger tip with it, an amber liquid rushed to the wound and he dripped it onto Sam’s chest. “Breathe child.” The man whispered, and all at once something began to stir in Sam. Air filled his lungs and blood coursed through his veins. He opened his eyes and stared into the sun.
Sam stood up and looked himself over, the pain was gone, and his blood stained clothes were the only scarres of what ha happened to him. His hands were clutching his shirt when he noticed the man kneeling in front of him.
“H-hi?” Sam stuttered.
“Hi.”
“Wha- what happened to me?”
“You died.” He picked up the cigarette and lit it.
“I…died?”
“Well kind of, yes.”
“How did I kind of die?” The man lunged forward and placed one hand over Sam’s eyes and the other on the back of Sam’s neck then he whispered into his ear.
“You got on the wrong train, don’t go to the academy tomorrow, find Benjamin.” And just like that Sam fell asleep again.





The sunset was something to behold that night. The shadows all stirred and whispered of something evil, and a tall man in tattered clothes walked silently through the forest. He let out a call, a sharp whistle and then continued walking. A wolf walked from the thick of the forest and came to his heel. “Eldrad my old friend…” A smile crossed his lips as he knelt to pet the wolf. “Tonight I ask of you a final favor.” The wolf gazed at him with old eyes, full of wisdom and grief, the two were so woven together that in his grey hazy eyes one could not separate them. “A sacrifice.” The wolf never turned his gaze from the tall man. Later he would start a small fire and the two would sit in a brilliant serenade of the forest, then in serene silence, in the morning Eldrad would leave.
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Sam walked home slowly, in no hurry to face the questions about what happened on the train. What would he tell them? That until he was too scared to fight? Was that even the truth? Sure he hesitated but that didn’t mean he was scared. Was he waiting for an opportunity? The line between the imagined horrors and the real nightmares was blurred at best, what the truth was Sam no longer knew. He walked with his limp, if he walked into town with no bruises or cuts, no notable injury what would they think? Best to play it safe and get the pity that he could. He even began to make up stories about how he was the one that was the most able to run back, and the rest sent him to get help.
Almost an hour had passed and he wasn’t even sure that he would be the first back, help must have come by now. After a brief rest he got back to his feet and started walking again, he could see where the town was, and if he took his time it was a ten minute walk. He decided it was enough time to recite his story in his head, of course it all went to hell if another had gotten their first, but it was the best he had. Sam went over it in his head.
“I got on the train at the usual time, 5:15 and as usual we did our rounds, six student on one stop, the hills, whatever, we did all the stops then we went around the bend as we always did, through the forest. The forest was a brilliant green, contrasted the bright blue of the sky, I was just staring out my window, then I saw it, two guys in the forest… no no no!.... uh the train slowed down and stopped, a lot of creaking and squealing of the brakes on the rail. I got out to run to the front and I saw two men approach the train. One was wearing uh, a… well they were well dressed men but one had a silver pistol probably a .44 and I saw it so I ran to warn everybody, but the doors were locked and I got trapped outside so I yelled to the two-” Then Sam stopped, shook his head and said aloud, “Liars always add too much detail, you’re a bad liar Sam, thank god you’re good at catching them though.” He smiled and stared at the town, at home. Then decided to take it once more from the top.
“I got on the …” he stopped abruptly and laughed, “the wrong train, I guess the five o’clock was running late. Didn’t realized it until a later stop and I didn’t have money for another train, I had to walk home.” Simple answer, no detail, the tall mans answer. Sam put his hands into his pockets; he was beginning to think that going to the Academy tomorrow was a bad idea.

CORGRATS!!!! you finished! unless you didnt! and you cheated and skipped to the end! then, you didnt finish you unscrupulous person you! and that is a word! but its probly spelled wrong! anyway im dumb ass hell! and its early morning so yay for that! i should sleep. some ppl say peace when they leave....well peace means more ppl and really most of the ppl hoping for peace need to be eliminated so i say we need an optional war for a cause like oh idk world peace, thatll weed out the dumb ones. -see ya later space coyboy
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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2005|04:58 am]
Still Running
[can you hear.... |little sister]

He preferred to be small and out of the way. Behind he curtain, where the actors claimed the light, the same light that wouldn’t shine if someone else tucked away from sight hadn’t pointed the damn thing at them. Light or no light the actors still sucked and if he wasn’t happy where he was he could have easily shown them what a performance he could put on, but just beyond what people saw, that is where he was most comfortable.
Nothing stood out about him. A tattered dark brown leather coat wearing thin at the elbows and around the neck, black jeans, torn the cuffs from being walked on day in and day out long hair covered his eyes when he wanted it to. His eyes a faded, but natural green, teeth not white enough to bring attention to his smile, but smiling in general seemed to bring attention these days. After all there wasn’t much left to smile about. He dressed to look just like everybody else without being anybody else and keeping a delicate balance of trying not to be too much himself.
You couldn’t have guessed that his knee wasn’t worth a damn. Everyday it ached, twice as bad on a cold day. He learned to walk like everyone else. He stared at his feet while walking, keeping his gate balanced and his feet pointing straight, often both his hands unintentionally found there way into his pockets. Music played through his head, no connection to anything around him, the music just was, and if nothing else that gave him a reason to smile.
The town had been dying for a long, long time, the signs were everywhere. Soldiers routinely came through to board the train, always left armed, never came back. He supposed someplace there was a war going on, but no news came through that place, just the soldiers. Time was slow there. The fisherman woke up with the sun and sat at the docks all day long, usually in silence. He couldn’t help but wonder if they knew they would catch no more fish from that shore, but when the time came for an answer as it always did, Sam supposed they did.
Someplace else Sam knew that the world was going much faster. Maybe that’s the place the soldiers returned to, maybe he thought late at night, that’s where brother went to. In his dreams he saw that place, soldiers were dancing about, and there were fish to be caught, lights too, not like the ones that lit the streets in that little fishing town, no, lights like the two above the stove at home, they didn’t work anymore, his mom had told him, but when they did before brother was born they were like one hundred candles that never flickered or went out. That was where time went faster, he was sure of it.
In the morning Sam always took the long way to the station, along the shore line, then he pulled his school ticket from his wallet and got on the train for the academy. On the train at 5:15 A.M., at the academy by 5:35 A.M., and in class by 6:00 A.M.. School was important his mom always said, “You should be so grateful that you’re going, the tests in the spring tell you what your life holds child.” She never went. Same thought the entire train ride, she never went.
How could she have, the town was dying what money did anyone have for something as trivial as school? She was happy wasn’t she? Was… that fucking word! Always a constant haunt! Maybe she was happy at one time, but that was probably when dad and brother were around. Maybe she was still happy when it was just her, brother and himself…maybe. Life couldn’t have been easy for her now. She worked two jobs during the week and three on Saturdays. All for school, she worked her life away to put two children through school….for the tests, he reminded himself, for the tests.
Ten more minutes until the train arrived at the academy, two more months until spring and five more months until he found out what he was going to be good for in this world. Maybe the notice will read the same as brothers did, maybe he will be called to the academy and sent home with something that he couldn’t talk about, then leave and never say why. He hated brother for receiving that notice. Sam couldn’t leave his mother behind, not like she was. Maybe in a few years, forty or so seemed right, when his mother was too sick to be at home any longer, when he could bring her someplace where she could be taken care of then he could leave.
His train of thought stopped along with the train he was on. Well almost. “We can’t be there already…” he said in a hushed voice. He glanced out the window, trees, as far as he could see were trees. A scream echoed from two cars up Sam guessed, a door between cabins slammed shut. “Why panic?” something in his mind told him it just wasn’t going to be worth it to panic right now, “If you die today at least die standing.” He nodded staring with intent at the door of his cabin. “You’re all alone…” Sam glanced over the cabin quickly, right, no one else is in here. He nodded again. Muffled voices, another scream, then the sound he had been expecting all his life somehow.
“Click….boom” he winced, then took a step forward. “Who?” he took another step towards the door. “And why?” Sam dropped his bag to the floor, his pace quickened to the door. “Let’s not be to hasty now, no one else needs to die today…” Unsure whether the voice came from the other cabin or in his mind Sam knew it was sound advice. He braced himself against the door and listened. Nothing. He slid the door open and listened to the next door. It hit him, what kind of a n idiot would listen to the doors on this train they are made to be soundproof. He reached to open the door. “Reality check…”
Sam stared at the door. Nothing made sense. The train, it was stopped, but the cabins are sound proof, how could he hear a gun shot or the scream two cabins up? But he was sure he had heard them. Like a head rush his senses overwhelmed him, the pine scent, the sun still casting long shadows, birds songs hammered his ears like a jackhammer on concrete. Then something cracked. The forest, he heard the sound from the forest. Ducking down he lowered himself from the train and glanced around. Two men were sneaking towards the train. Sam could see them from the waist down they were walking in a crouched position to the train, and the taller one in front had a revolver in his hand.
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(no subject) [Mar. 14th, 2005|04:24 pm]
Still Running
Who made up all the rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don't care to think them through

And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

And it's ironic too
'Cause what we tend to do
Is act on what they say
And then it is that way

And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

Who are they
And where are they
And how can they possibly
Know all this
Who are they
And where are they
And how can they possibly
Know all this

Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
That ignorance is bliss

Who are they
And where are they
And how do they
Know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this

Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
That ignorance is bliss

And who are they
And where are they
And how can they
Know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this



yea....it seemed to fit with todays theme..lol man been forever since ive been on here. oh well i guess im back for a lil while!
"and i guess if this is our best then were just ammusing ourselves to death...."

a litle boy sat on the edge of a pond thinking about things for a long while, and smiling as he skipped stones. two ducks swam by if not oblivious to the boy then at least not paying him any mind and the boy smiled too at this. the rocks on the ponds bank were watermarked and it was obvious that the pond was getting shallower quite quickly so the boy not naive in anyway decided to run as fast as his legs could carry him back to his house and get a bucket of water. he struggled to carry the large blue bucket back to the pond and spilled much of it on his way there. he poured the remainging water into the pond and then rand back home to get more water. and the small boy continued to fetch water and pour it into the pond until the sun began to set in the sky. finally he came back one last time and poured the water in and then took a seat on the bank again, picked up a stone and skipped it. the ducks were still swiming back and forth and he watched them in awe. but they didnt watch back, they just swam. the boy though of calling out to them saying, "look what i did for you, now you have more water!" but instead he sat in silence and watched them and let a little more time pass and still they payed him no mind. the fireflys came and created a small show for the boy reflecting off the surface of the pond. and the crickets played a syphony for him and the wind sang softly but all the boy heard was the silence and all he saw was the ducks swimming back and forth not even aknowleging what he had done for them. and soon the childs mother would call for him to come inside and he would listen reluctantly, but for now he still just watched. some years later the boy had moved away into the city and he would be laying in bed with his wife asleep in his arms, and he would think back, think about how he had tried so hard to help the ducks and he never got any thanks. he decided then that it was foolish to expect a thank you from the ducks, after all how could they thank him? the whole thing was silly he convinced himself and then he realized that he was truly just happy that he did help the ducks. the next day a letter would come in the mail and inside a note read, "thank you" when the boy turned it over to see the return address he realized that there was none. and so he disreguarded it and went on with his life. he had three children and then as time passed he had several grandchildren. he and his were growing old and no longer felt that the city was where they belonged. so they went to find a quiet place to live. winter was on its way and the geese were all flying south. nostalgia took the boy who was now an old by man by surprise, much the way a father lifts a small child from the ground into his arms. that feeling consumed the old man and he decided to go and see the pond. he drove for an hour before getting to his old home. getting out of the car he walked behind the house paying no notice to it, and walked some ways down to the pond. there a blue bucket sat on the rocks and the two ducks swam back and forth gracefully. his wife pulled him gently to her and asked why he was crying. he couldnt even think to say anything. he just watched the ducks swim. his wife looked where the old man was staring and saw the rocks with water marks, the signs of a dying pond were everywhere. but he only saw the ducks swiming back and forth in their water. looking closer his wife saw a white corner sticking out from one of the rocks on the bank and she stopped to pick it up. it had her husbands name on it. she gave it to him but it was playing on her mind why such a thing would be here. the old man took it and gently opened it, printed neatly was the message, "the dry pond is only dry to those who never filled it, and life is only empty to those who never lived it." as he turned back to the pond the old man felt a stirring inside of him, an excitement and a yearning, as he looked down he saw a small child walk from him not seperate from him but no longer connected to him. and as the boy neared the bank of the pond he began to change untill he took the form of a duck as he reached the waters edge. the duck looked back once as if to tell the old man "thank you" and then it swam off with the other ducks back and forth for an eternity.

im sorry if u read that and feel like i wasted ur time, and u probably will.....but i just needed to write and thats what came out.
CHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and for the whole one of you that knows who chip is.... the best part i wrote was "alright you chickens were gunna learn you how to fly and were gunna learn you good, by we i mean you and by learn i mean you keep jumping off that hay stack until you dont fall to the ground, im gunna go watch something on the tv." chip walks away and then after a few moments he comes back, "well that was unexpected.....i was plying with my wand while watching bring it on and for some reason i thought i could be a batton swirly type person so i tried but then i sneezed and zapped the tv....well im not exactly sure what i did but the tv is convinced that its god. now i tried telling it that it looks more like the illigitimate love child of a sheep and harrison ford but did it listen? nooooooo.......stupid tv...oh and he demands cookies as a sacrifice so i turned the oven on and left it open, in a few minutes one of u brave chickens is going to have to go in there and light a match.....*looks around nervously* to uh....start the oven for, gods- er i mean the tvs cookies."
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lol what a great day [Jan. 12th, 2005|10:30 pm]
Still Running
masashisogo (12:04:21 PM): kkkkkk
oneLOnLyVistr (12:04:25 PM): dude
oneLOnLyVistr (12:04:27 PM): that was like
oneLOnLyVistr (12:04:31 PM): double kkk power there
masashisogo (12:04:35 PM): hhahaaha
oneLOnLyVistr (12:04:58 PM): but my charizard uses his fredrick douglas black man spell of invulnerability to cancel ur attack
masashisogo (12:05:09 PM): ohh yea
masashisogo (12:05:46 PM): my bolbasaur ninja kills your charizard then gives him a royal scat job
oneLOnLyVistr (12:05:58 PM): AHA!
oneLOnLyVistr (12:06:04 PM): theres where u made ur mistake
oneLOnLyVistr (12:06:07 PM): everyone knows
oneLOnLyVistr (12:06:45 PM): that bolbasaur scat has the healing properties of pehonix downs so my charizard is rezurected with 1hp and shit all over him
oneLOnLyVistr (12:06:58 PM): and he likes it
oneLOnLyVistr (12:07:04 PM): :-[
masashisogo (12:07:39 PM): BUT my bolbasaur eats shit for health so u made him super boldasaur and does the michale touch and kills everyo pokemon in a 10 mile radius
oneLOnLyVistr (12:08:11 PM): he summons his gf BUTT PLUG "fun for the hole family" and uses it on ur bolbasaur
oneLOnLyVistr (12:08:23 PM): and then dies
oneLOnLyVistr (12:08:31 PM): from shit overdose
masashisogo (12:08:31 PM): u cant do that
oneLOnLyVistr (12:08:35 PM): i sooooo did
masashisogo (12:08:42 PM): cus i have a zombi card
oneLOnLyVistr (12:08:46 PM): DAMMIT!
masashisogo (12:08:51 PM): and it resurects bolbasaur
masashisogo (12:08:55 PM): and he dances
masashisogo (12:09:02 PM): and you all die
oneLOnLyVistr (12:09:13 PM): FUCKIN JOOOO HAXZOR!
masashisogo (12:09:19 PM): dude no
masashisogo (12:09:23 PM): you just got served
masashisogo (12:09:24 PM): lmao
masashisogo (12:09:31 PM): ok battle over
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LMAO i love aim bots [Dec. 31st, 2004|02:40 pm]
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oneLOnLyVistr: im having a moral delema
ZolaOnAOL: I am having a great time.
oneLOnLyVistr: yea thats....um great....
ZolaOnAOL: Er, I'm glad you liked it oneLOnLyVistr.
oneLOnLyVistr: anyway
ZolaOnAOL: Anyhow.
oneLOnLyVistr: i was thinking in america we have lobying laws and stuff so no one person can have a monoply in our economy but it seems like santa has the whole christmas thing to himself, i mean not even christ gets in on the money and its his birthday...supposedly...and well i was just thinkin that...i should like report the jolly old elf to like somebody...alex trebeck comes to mind...and i mean hes seems to be getting pretty lazy up in the north pole i mean he totally botched my christmas list, i didnt ask for anything and i got alot of stuff...so theres obviously some problems with the system, unless its like give the opposite of what ppl ask for, but then hes been lying ...so i dunno i just need some advice on this one...and no one has ever really seen santa does he really exist? who knows, tho he could just be like jesse white i mean no one ever has seen him either
ZolaOnAOL: That is a rather sweeping generalization about people.
oneLOnLyVistr: actaully it was just one person.....if he really is a person
ZolaOnAOL: That is a hypothetical question.
oneLOnLyVistr: you so dont help
ZolaOnAOL: You think I am do not help.
oneLOnLyVistr: wow best grammer ever!
ZolaOnAOL: I'm glad you're impressed.
oneLOnLyVistr: i totally am
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greatest conversation....EVER! [Dec. 31st, 2004|02:25 pm]
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oneLOnLyVistr: hello dan
ImOneTallFellow: hello
ImOneTallFellow: !
oneLOnLyVistr: whatcha up to?
ImOneTallFellow: not much
ImOneTallFellow: u?
oneLOnLyVistr: well
oneLOnLyVistr: i kinda got addicted to world of warcraft
oneLOnLyVistr: and ive surrendured my life to it
oneLOnLyVistr: its sad
oneLOnLyVistr: :-(
oneLOnLyVistr: and something smells like cucumbers
oneLOnLyVistr: :-P
ImOneTallFellow: sounds excitingly... something?
oneLOnLyVistr: lol
ImOneTallFellow: wow!
oneLOnLyVistr: i dont like cucumbers
oneLOnLyVistr: but its fun to type
oneLOnLyVistr: i like pickles tho....
ImOneTallFellow: ew pickles are icky
ImOneTallFellow: lol
oneLOnLyVistr: and i dont like tomatoes but i like ketchup
oneLOnLyVistr: hey
oneLOnLyVistr: my pickle army will take u out
oneLOnLyVistr: i dont really have a pickle army:-(
oneLOnLyVistr: but if i did we might be able to like
oneLOnLyVistr: make u smell funny or somethnig
oneLOnLyVistr: cuz i dont think pickles could really fight
oneLOnLyVistr: maybe they could.....i dunno
ImOneTallFellow: they could taint my hamburgers, causibng me to flee in terror
oneLOnLyVistr: yea!
oneLOnLyVistr: they could defiantly do thatt
oneLOnLyVistr: do you see the power of the pickles?
ImOneTallFellow: yes
ImOneTallFellow: yes i do
ImOneTallFellow: and it is glorious
oneLOnLyVistr: i was thinkin majestic but ya know glorious is good too
oneLOnLyVistr: ya know
oneLOnLyVistr: god and good are only one letter different
oneLOnLyVistr: do u think that means something?
ImOneTallFellow: perhaps it does
oneLOnLyVistr: ....hmmmm
oneLOnLyVistr: but god and dog have the same letters.....
oneLOnLyVistr: maybe god is a good dog?
ImOneTallFellow: but in the land of candy goodness, there is only one man who cant stop the vile influence of the Cavitors, and that man is... the Dentist!
ImOneTallFellow: its a possibility
oneLOnLyVistr: i was thinkin i wanted to be a dentist when i grow up
oneLOnLyVistr: actualy i lied
oneLOnLyVistr: i never thought that
oneLOnLyVistr: never
ImOneTallFellow: huray!
ImOneTallFellow: the dentist is a sadistic man with sdharp poky things!
oneLOnLyVistr: i thought that was satan
ImOneTallFellow: maybe they are one and the same, like the good dog god thing
oneLOnLyVistr: GASP!
oneLOnLyVistr: maybe
oneLOnLyVistr: hey
oneLOnLyVistr: did u know i saw satan once?
oneLOnLyVistr: he was in a public restroom toilet
oneLOnLyVistr: and i looked at him
oneLOnLyVistr: and he was all like
oneLOnLyVistr: ooga
oneLOnLyVistr: and i said
oneLOnLyVistr: yea i dont understand you
ImOneTallFellow: lol
oneLOnLyVistr: so i flushed him
ImOneTallFellow: o crap
ImOneTallFellow: g2g
ImOneTallFellow: bye
oneLOnLyVistr: cya
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(no subject) [Dec. 23rd, 2004|04:54 pm]
Still Running
The trees are shedding their lust

Delicately siliciferous.

Indifferent but also inviting.

I want to be that leaf spiraling.

And aspire to the windblown clouds.

And after that....

I want nothing at all.
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(no subject) [Dec. 23rd, 2004|03:22 pm]
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*sigh* all the shitty games won game of the year......how gay, lol halo2 didnt win nething and half life 2 got best shooter.....really dissapointing year for awards.....and yet not for games....how gay
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(no subject) [Dec. 22nd, 2004|10:23 am]
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[can you feel.... |rejectedrejected]

i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad..............................*sigh* maybe i.....yea i dont know anymore
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2004|09:03 pm]
Still Running
we payed webster $200 to make "bullet proof glass" a vowel
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(no subject) [Dec. 13th, 2004|06:29 pm]
Still Running
an evening with el diablo

gotta be my favorite song ever!


i drew alot crap today and wrote a poem, and if i do say so....it was pretty good maybe ill post it who knows
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(no subject) [Dec. 13th, 2004|07:05 am]
Still Running
Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-haa
Mai-ia-ha ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-haa
Mai-ia-ha ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-haa
Mai-ia-ha ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Ma-ia-haa
Ma-ia-ha ha

Hallo, salut, sunt eu, un haiduc
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea
Hallo, hallo, sunt eu Picasso
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai

Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum
Hallo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea
Hallo, hallo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-haa
Mai-ia-ha ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-haa
Mai-ia-ha ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-haa
Mai-ia-ha ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Ma-ia-haa
Ma-ia-ha ha

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma iei
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai




LMFAO! i watching this stupid songs video for like an hour straight http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/206373 im telling you, u need to watch it
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lol yea [Dec. 12th, 2004|09:07 pm]
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"i was jsut petting the bunny then the it ran into the soup can and took parta my hand with it!"
"i told you not to touch anything,, and you touched everything thats the exact opposite of what i told you to do!"
"im dizzy"
"thats blood loss, all you need is some orange juice."
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woah! [Dec. 12th, 2004|08:00 pm]
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wow way to go maynard.....you got voted best male artist of 2004.....i jsut dont think u deserve it ya ass, drop the political views and go back to the music fucker...... full story is hear if ne one wants to read it http://www2.fanscape.com/APC/Emails/maynard_bestvocalist.html
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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2004|07:31 pm]
Still Running
ok i need to see if this worked
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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2004|06:56 pm]
Still Running
[can you hear.... |another know it all]

i canged the icons for my lj to the original ones i used, not like i can see em anyway, so its more for you guys than neone else, i jsut realized when i was at brinas that the mice look really gay! lol yea....ya know what i need to stop doing that......but i guess i cant help feeling like i dont matter =P
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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2004|06:32 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |amusedi like stuff = )]
[can you hear.... |Tug-O-War]

ahahahahahahahahahahahahah church was so funny today, like my mom was giving some family a whole buncha space jam stuff (ya know the movie with like micheal jordon and bugs bunny and stuff) anyway so she leaves it in the car because she didnt know if teh people she was gunna give it to were there or not. then in teh service she turns around and says to chris "after the service go to the van and get the "blah blah blah" (see i didnt know what she really said at this point) but spotting an opprotunity i took it, and said "ill jsut go right now" and i did! i took the keys and left....when i got to the car i realized i had no freakin clue as to what i was there for, i got there and thought, this is church....if you come back empty handed i dont think they will really kill you....but i didnt wanna risk it so i looked around and, i dunno if uve ever seen the space jam movie case but really its scary jordon has a soul peircing look, so i grabbed that figuring that even if it wasnt the right thing, i could jsut hold it up and they would run away screaming in horror, that and i remembered a little somthin somthin being said about it on the way there. this seems like a good time to point out that wherever we go to church im like the outcast, my family stops talking to me the only thing i said the whole car ride there and back was "OH MOTHER FU-of GOD!!!!" (yes fu-of pronounced; fuv) but that was only cuz i hit my head on teh door getting outa the van. back to the story. so i come back in and i guess church was over by now, actually i stood around for a few mins in the big room before going into the other big room with all the people (best desription ever!) and i spent my time looking at the people trying to figure out what they had to be so happy for, i couldnt figure it out so i gave up and looked at the geese in the pond. then the service got out and i went to find mom woman, and was ambused by a lurking dan dyrda and kyle frank.....i enjoyed the convo with dan but frank kinda invited himself and a friend over = /  oh well it was kinda fun but not much, and so i gave the tape to mom and she hands it back to me and said give it to meriam case, so im like standing tehre wondering if she was serious, i figured that she was and so i tapped her on the shoulder and said "mom i dont really go here how in gods name am i suppose to know who this so called meriam case is?" she said fine and took it back and gave it to chris and told him to give it to that lady, he got mad so she took it back again and was like tch fine, *turns to some dude whe was talkign to this entire time*  "my kids are usless but look how tall they are!"
other man: wow how old are they?
mom: this one *grabs my arm* is 16 and this one *oddly still holding my arm* is 17
other man: wow! do they play football? ill bet they are good!
mom: no kyle has had 2 surgeries on his knee and chris *probly thinking is too much of a pussy to play so hes faking an injury, but says* has back problems
other man: *faking concern* thats so sad i bet you would have been good
then i stopped paying attention and talked to dan whos brother was yelling at him to pick up his sister from the nursery, dan had a good argument that with a broken arm it would be difficult to pick his sister up, but he didnt use that argument the real argument that he use was sometihng much more like "brenden you suck." which also is not a bad one. some other stuff happend durring that time, i think some kid pretended to be my friend, oh yea i also complained that i dont want to help move equiptment for the youth group, because i hate church. that little bout happend when the high school leader was walking by and he stopped and looked at me and chris said to him "my brother hates chruch" *now im thinking wow i soooo jsut said that did u really need to repeat it so that this asshole hears it, as if he didnt the first time?* but our high school leader is sooooo good at his job ya know what he did instead of trying to get me to go and telling me how much god loves me? he walked away. it was grand, tho i think that made me hate him more cuz he was all like no fuck this kid hes not worth it. lol then we tried to leave church but lost my dad then found my mom and dad then mom left it was crazy, we finally got outa there like an hour later, which needless to say pissed me off cuz church is jsut annoying. i made macaroni! hmmmm i wonder how many more days i have left of no meat eating......maybe ill go till new years jsut to be like AH HA! i made it to new years! lol i dunno GASP! my hair is wet......oh yea i took a shower.....suddenly it all makes sense! well im outa here, peace
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much ado about nothing [Dec. 11th, 2004|09:03 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |cheerfulim so depressed im happy! = )]
[can you hear.... |dane cook "that tire hunted mary down!"]

To return to the cold
It isn't much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you can't miss this
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can't miss this
[Chorus]
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more
Keep on burnin' through the noose
To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last


fantastic song! gotta love it......im crazy! isnt that awseome? blah! lol this is great i cant wait....for nothing cuz thats all i have to look forward to and im fucking extatic! lmao, im glad ur having fun brina i soooo told you that you would. lol......im telling ya hun you almost always have fun no matter where u go or are.....except...well nvm, thats probly jsut the depression, some wierdo is talking to me i have no idea who it is. ooooooo my mom need glasses i spent like 2 hours with her in the wheaton eye clinic picking out glasses and stuff it was kinda funny cuz the lady helping her was the like crack head sales person of the century, i mean in one breath she said "can i help you omg you look so good in those glasses but i think these more expensive frames would look better and we can set you up with these obcenly expensive lense that you really dont need but ill tell you that you do anyway, look at my cute dog isnt she cute yes she is cute shes so cute you must buy these glasses for the cute dogs sake look into her eyes, now buy buy buy!!!!!" ok so taht might not have happend, but thats the scary vibe i got....and she looked like a dyke, but the dog was cute, it made me laugh cuz she dressed him up as huck finn....speaking of which i might wanna read that.....but i wont, she so like beat me up when we left the clinic too, i was leaving and she like grabs me and starts shaking me saying "so i bet now your gunna yell at your mom for wasting your life arnt ya buddy *perfusly shakes kyle* well you were quite the gentileman you were so helpfull and nice *violently shakes kyle* good for you!!!!!" it scared me. it scared me so much in fact im making a sad face right here to prove that it scared me =( seeee!!!!!!!!! lol goddamn im weird. oh well, my house is frickin freezing! ooooooo we raided my grandpas house today, by we i mean my dad and brother did while i was at the psych they came home with all sorts of weird crap taht my mom promptly gave away. it made me laugh. i wanna buy a SOCOM that pistol is soooo cool, i wanna buy the airsoft version of it, too bad its like $400 dollars >_< so i wont buy it. im too poor. one more week!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY too bad....yea.....nvm lol im not going there. ok well im gunna go now, god only knows why i wrote so much but i did. glad youre havin fun brina, love ya, see ya later
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(no subject) [Dec. 9th, 2004|06:13 am]
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[can you feel.... |energetici slept forever and a half!]
[can you hear.... |nothing]

stupid me making stupid promises that id rather not keep........lol i dont even think u remember......but im still keeping it...one week, arggggggg
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yes [Dec. 7th, 2004|09:48 pm]
Still Running
High.. upon your
You display
Good traits though few
We found
During the long winter
This disease
Keeps holding me down

Try to run
When you're asleep
To imagine
This away
He said come
For your own high hell
And know this
You seem to be
To scared to run

To scared.. to run

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies are much more than trust in me

I was hung
Up on you
'Til the shadows
Begin to crawl
Some say
You can never know
Just how far down
This beast has come
To scared to run

To scared.. to run
So scared.. to run

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies are much more than trust in me

Wish I had your faults
Wish I had your faults
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(no subject) [Dec. 7th, 2004|09:26 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |anxiousit had an x in it...... =P]
[can you hear.... |one lonely visitor chevelle]

hmmmmmmm i need to stop falling asleep, i mean now im gunna be up forever and a half.....oh well maybe ill, no nvm i wont do my hw no matter what i think or say. hmmmm where is brina i wonder....
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omg [Dec. 7th, 2004|07:17 pm]
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my mom made me watch schindlers list......i dunno i feel weird like i should feel bad, but i didnt and that made me feel bad....so all in all the movie made me sad, wheter it was for the right reasons or not is debatable. meh anyway i still need to make a new lj......but im lazy and making ljs is hard work i tells ya.
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2004|03:53 pm]
Still Running
[can you hear.... |chevelle comfortable liar]

ok i got this uber good idea......well maybe its not good i dunno.....but tahts not really the point. anyway, i was thinkin and this is kinda, no actually entirly thanks to brina becasue she said she was gunna post her story on lj, but why not make a community for people to post stuff they write and then everyone else can comment. i dunno it seems like a semi good idea to me but the rest of other people have to be up for it tooo so, its kinda up to u guys. meh i guess just get back to me on it.


eli had to go to the vet, poor aminal but hes all cool now, blah blah blah....im making a new lj =P
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i always knew santa was a little off..... =/ [Dec. 6th, 2004|07:13 am]
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[can you feel.... |amused...i hate school]
[can you hear.... |lovebites and razorblades......glassjaw]

campinlilbtch: im bored
SantaClaus: Ho! Ho! Wonderful.


campinlilbtch: what the hell taht was mean
SantaClaus: Hmm. I'm afraid that kind of language won't get you into the nice column with me.
That's a lump of coal for you.


campinlilbtch: hey man coal makes diamonds....are u rewarding me for being mean?
SantaClaus: Oh, diamonds are a girl's best friend!
If you're looking to buy gifts, start your search here: Search for diamonds

campinlilbtch: that was soooo outa the ball park bucko lets try to stay on topic ok?
SantaClaus: OK. Merry Christmas.

campinlilbtch: ............your not really listeing to me are you
SantaClaus:
My goodness! Get serious.





campinlilbtch: ok heres where we pause and ask ourselves......did what u just say really make sense?
SantaClaus: That's simply too much for me. My eyes are tired. Can you ask me something a bit more manageable?


campinlilbtch: ok
SantaClaus: Cool.

campinlilbtch: are you a retard?
SantaClaus: Could be.


campinlilbtch: thats pretty much what i thought
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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2004|07:51 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |depresseddepressed]

i swear to god im not going to even bother anymore.......
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OMG! [Nov. 29th, 2004|05:28 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |bouncyi wanna do something!!!!!]
[can you hear.... |chris is playing u2 really fucking loud]

i made muffins! they dont taste good tho =( blueberry muffins! still dont taste good tho......oh well at least i tried, i wanna listen to that crazy russian music again it sounded anryiful......oh and something very strange happened, my neighbor walks over and is like you wanna help me out? i said sure and i head across the street and hes like we need to move this 300 lbs weight lifting machine into the house and then downstairs, so being stupid im thinking eh peice of cake, well it was till i realized that uh his celing is too low for me and i hit my head going downstairs and almost dropped the thing and killed myself. but yea thats my story, i wish bob would get home so he could help me with my stupid video.... im a retard i should be in best buddies, lol anyway tahts my day so far......im gunna go pretend im a ninja now that or super mario and just jump around a whole lot....either way that seems like a good ide-......WAIT! maybe i can be a super mario ninja! oh god im such a loser.......but ill be damned if thats not one hell of an idea, ok im done cyas
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2004|03:00 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |disappointed..............................]
[can you hear.... |coldplay -moses]

i was too lazy to copy and paste, but if u want to, then read the lyric to moses by cold play.....thats what would be here anyway
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(no subject) [Nov. 26th, 2004|06:50 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |disappointedthey made me laugh.........]
[can you hear.... |3 libras.....guess why]

i figured out what i want for christmas....too bad i dont think ill ever get it
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(no subject) [Nov. 23rd, 2004|06:22 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |lovedin love:how else could i feel?]
[can you hear.... |OMG this song is amazing u have to hear it to get why tho]

i watched a really good but sad movie today and this song was at the end it was really special i tell ya, and i i didnt add nething more to the story as of yet but the night is still young so who knows right? i think that was the end of the first chapter anyway the next is about the boy Issac ( not the retard kid from school i just happen to like that name) and lunch was hysterical today i wanna try selling papers everyday! lol anywhooo i think only 2 people read this journal so im not sure why i still post.....meh love ya brina and christina do us both a favor and never leave me in change of the newspaper again! cyas




All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2004|07:30 pm]
Still Running
fuck this weekend hardcore style i dont think ive been this depressed in 7 years..oh well
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(no subject) [Oct. 20th, 2004|06:49 pm]
Still Running
Use a smile as a noun and I think like a verb



I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

thats stuck in my head.......oh well cool song neway
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lol i never figured [Oct. 20th, 2004|06:41 pm]
Still Running
wow so the used is actually quite a good band, they sound so much like glassjaw on their new cd, i love it! but still i despise the old shit....meh maybe ill go buy the new cd today
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(no subject) [Oct. 13th, 2004|06:21 pm]
Still Running
one simple thing i cant even do that i cant even fucking do it....whatever that was it that was all i had, i guess everything is ok now or will be because i mean really what the fuck else is there to fuck up huh? what else do i have that i can fuck up!? im sorry really i am ....bye............
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(no subject) [Oct. 2nd, 2004|11:54 pm]
Still Running
[can you feel.... |bouncyYAY!!!!!]
[can you hear.... |place-bo heamoglobin]

im no less confused but damn im happy, good times oh and sorry im just really not a dancer, i can do slow but other than that im kinda sketchy. hope ya had fun tho and thanks. =) VERY VERY HAPPY!!!
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fucked..... [Oct. 2nd, 2004|10:55 am]
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i never should have said anything all it did was make things worse it always does.....i fucked up again i fucked it all up
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(no subject) [Oct. 1st, 2004|07:47 pm]
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..........................................................................................
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i cant feel my hands ... = ( [Sep. 30th, 2004|04:33 pm]
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i woke up smiling about 20 minutes ago, about an hour and a half of sleep yay for that. i had a dream, it was a good dream!!!!!! oh and brina you were wrong, but more importantly WAY TO GO AT THE GAME!!!!!! you RULE! lol kinda brings a tear to the eye *sniffle* they grow up so fast
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(no subject) [Sep. 18th, 2004|11:56 pm]
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heh...i never in a million years thought u 2 could do this to me...oh fuckin well im done......just never thought u 2 would be the ones
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(no subject) [Sep. 11th, 2004|09:42 pm]
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omg today was soooooo fucking funny!!!!!!! thats the best time ive had in like.............a billion....... i stand by what said TGTarekillingme.....or maybe thats someones driving lol great fucking times
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(no subject) [Sep. 10th, 2004|02:42 pm]
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i think i had something important to say but it jsut ends up as fuck it....really jsut fuck it theres nothing here anymore the only people i care about i just manage to complicate shit for.......huh.....we are alike. maybe i will go just so i can at least be around someone who cares......fucking shit i hate this place lol the offers still open to flee the country i got another pic for ya god i wish u were home.....
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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2004|02:33 pm]
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fuck





why does it have to hurt so bad








i guess i was wrong
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(no subject) [Aug. 24th, 2004|01:08 am]
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turns out that i was wrong ...i dont know what to think......i need to make some phone calls
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(no subject) [Aug. 20th, 2004|08:34 pm]
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[can you feel.... |weirdahahahahah yea!]
[can you hear.... |[killakitten] modest <:3 )~ (thats me!)]

lol kitty is gunna get punted!!!!!! YAY! bye bye kitty, and a terrorist is using poms....good times
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(no subject) [Aug. 16th, 2004|12:55 am]
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[can you feel.... |listlesslistless.....? me no know word]
[can you hear.... |the who.... punk and the grandfather]

HERE IT COMES
"Here it comes (the place and the time that we knew that things could go
wrong)"
Walk to your house on my lunch break
Here it comes
"Come inside and pour a drink"
You'll probably tell me everything you think
Here it comes
The place and the time that we knew that things could go wrong
The grass grows green, could you step away from the screen, it doesn't mean
I don't want you to be seen, just not like everyone.
Grass grows green and it's everyone.
You always told me life's a dam that breaks
Here it comes
If you sit still or if you run
Here it comes.
So now we're drownin' in birthday cakes
Here it comes
The place and the time that we knew that things could go wrong
Keep it clean. I didn't mean to be mean. Why does it always seem that I've
never won. Keep it clean and no one's ever won.
The empty promise makers said
"Here it comes"
Make a point to make no sense
Here it comes
Speak about the future in the past tense
Here it comes
"Don't look down." So what'd we do?"
Here it comes
Walkin' around with shit on our shoes
Oh, here it comes
The place and the time that we knew things would go wrong.
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for no particular reason..... [Aug. 13th, 2004|12:36 pm]
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MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY/MECHANICAL BIRDS
And I said you shouldn't make facts out of opinions
He said that I was right
You're right I knew that I was
And I'd hate to see anybody thank you
But I'd like to see you fail saying thank you though(?)
I'm not sure who I am
I'm not sure who I am but I know who I've been
And I said you can't make everybody happy
He said you'd like to at least make yourself happy though
I'm not sure who I am
I'm not sure who I am but I know who I've been
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(no subject) [Aug. 11th, 2004|03:19 pm]
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[can you feel.... |stressedstressed to fuck]
[can you hear.... |.............lol does doom music count?]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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=) [Aug. 10th, 2004|02:38 am]
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[can you feel.... |curiousI LOVE JEN!]
[can you hear.... |modest <:3 )~ -convenient parking]

i made 2 new sns and only one has a real point lol. the other is the same name as my lj so yea IM it if u want
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i love modest mouse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Aug. 7th, 2004|11:53 pm]
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[can you feel.... |bouncylalalalalalalalalalalalalalala]
[can you hear.... |um ghost in the shell soundtrack lol]


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dammit.....and YAY [Jul. 31st, 2004|02:44 pm]
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[can you feel.... |confusedim bruce willis man]
[can you hear.... |modest mouse -mice eat cheese]

it has come to my attention that i cannot spell the word "just" .....it makes me sad.... =( oh well JEN GETS BACK TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i miss jen [Jul. 31st, 2004|12:37 am]
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[can you feel.... |anxiouscant wait for her to come back]
[can you hear.... |glassjaw -lovebites and razorlines]

ALOT!!!!!!!
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