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December 1st, 2006
12:25 pm

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Random Update
I am now a Sergeant in the US Army. Lol who would of thought that ever.

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July 6th, 2005
07:08 am

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Keeping In touch With Life
When I look at the past, I see letters, laughter, and people of interest. But a year of silence, of me not responding, of effortless silence on all of our parts has left me with a huge hole right where my soul use to be. Ironic how not saying hi to anyone every once is a while will destroy a person.

I always use to laugh when I heard how eloquent those letters people wrote to each other during the civil war sounded, and now i wish i received anything of that caliber at all. Where has everyone gone?

Current Mood: sadsad
Current Music: Hermit Of The Sea Rock∞Adiemus

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February 7th, 2005
06:40 pm

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Dream Dust
Moments are what we are made of,
fleeting kisses,
snatches of love,
pieces of hope.
As we fly through the world,
we touch all,
yet in the end we always finally settle,
to coat everything with the sweet dust,
of memory.

Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: St. Jimmy∞Green Day

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December 24th, 2004
12:30 am

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Girls are Dumb
I’m over it.
I’m just not over you.
I’m working on it.

If only you were a little older, and had your shit together. Things could have been fine.

Oh well. Here’s a toast for the good times we had.

I think this means things are bound to get better...the best is yet to come for me.

Eyes open.

Current Mood: le sigh
Current Music: Hey Jude∞The Beatles

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December 22nd, 2004
10:08 pm

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Truth ala art.
And it starts like this we crave to be kissed
by a moment complete in its happiness
Far away from the things that we wish to escape
that lead us to think we are not awake
We are ourselves despite ourselves
this place gets smaller as the universe swells
We come to terms eventually, eventually, eventually.
I am not the only cowboy in this one horse metaphor
And I am not the only life guard who’s
washed up on the shore

Wake me up take me out
Calm me down when I’m in doubt
And I’m in doubt
Everyday

And words are like weight with density and shape modifying forms they
evaporate
You can choose the truth you can listen to light
you can lead the charge and still loose the fight
Far be it for me to claim anything
for I am just one in a state of being
I come to terms eventually, eventually, eventually
I am not the only proverb that never really fits
And I am not the only Caulfield catching more than kids


And so it ends as it begins as everything
that is infinite ascends
Into it’s time all things pass all things fade all things last
You are yourself despite yourself
this world grows smaller as the universe swells
We come to terms eventually, eventually, eventually
I am not the only boxer that hasn’t words to write
And I am not the only poet who’s much too scared to fight


And it starts like this we crave to be kissed
by a moment complete in its happiness

I am not the only cowboy in this one horse metaphor

Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
Current Music: I Am Not The Only Cowboy∞Josh Joplin Group

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November 11th, 2004
02:30 am

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Old art
Young Museum (a story of my mind)

Art work is hung on the wall in glass cases with luminecent tile floors relflecting sky light through the glass ceiling. Framed in mahogany and ebony with vellum of such a dark and suble nature that you just want to take it out of the frame and use it as a priceless blanket. The floors are highly cleaned, the rails highly polished, the feeling timeless. Walking in feels like you shouldn’t belong as you enter the past as it were. The smell in the air of too much floor wax and old perfume from when old ladies decided to pour it on them because they were going out for a change. The way that each room has a theme a section a flavor. Blueberry’s and Marble combined with the painting of things that were nothing more than a memory of someone else’s mind. Rooms have been constructed for a person used for only for a person and left.

Only to be cleaned by every day by the old janitor reeking of ciggarete smoke and sweat. Does he see the art anymore or does he just see the halls sickly and shining by his own liver-spotted hands?
No, he lives only for the ciggarette break in the museum courtyard. When one can get away from memories, art, and bad lighting. Where life not still frames surround oneself.

A tree with leaves dying the dirt with its ants crawling and an old man with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips trickling ash onto the ground. Wind blows and stirs the tree sending leaves fluttering to the ground like golden butterflies. The cigerette smoke whips around the man and a smile creeps onto his face. One surrounded by art considered timeless in a cold, clean museum only to be outdone by a moment of dirty perfection.

Times up, back inside to the waxed floors of marble and full frames.

Funny how easy art can burn. How frames can crack how glass can shatter. How timelessness can be consumed into oblivion in a moment by something as simple as a cigarrette. Blackend frames sit in heap of ashes. Marble has turned a sickly brown from being scorched. Of course they sift through trying to find something to save, a parchment, a scrap of color, a piece of a memory.

He was found in the courtyard trapped by the walls of the museum. So seeking a refuge he fled. From the burning walls of paintings and the past. Smoke has a way of getting in the lungs leaving one breathless and quiet. “It was peaceful.” they say. “The damage was great” they say. “No smoking for future employees.” they say.


Epilogue

Smoke flutters around a young mans fingers, in a courtyard, with a tree covered in blossoms.

Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
Current Music: Losing A Whole Year∞Third Eye Blind

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October 11th, 2004
01:22 pm

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Nice Poll.
Poll #364482 Why I am on your friends list
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 8

Why are you looking at this journal?

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You know me in real life.
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You are my secret admirer.
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We talk online.
1 (12.5%)
You think I am unique.
1 (12.5%)
You want to have my love child.
0 (0.0%)
I'm your sugar daddy.
0 (0.0%)
I have no Idea
2 (25.0%)
Who the Fuck are you?
0 (0.0%)
We made out.
0 (0.0%)
Ninja's made me do it.
2 (25.0%)

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September 17th, 2004
07:23 pm

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Explosion Alah Heart
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Current Mood: lovedloved
Current Music: I Turn to You

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September 5th, 2004
06:26 pm

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This is me in an alternate universe right here
There was a blackout in my heart in the summer of ‘03 I was walking over bridges Tryin’ to find my way to me When the problem was restored I can’t describe the damage done This would be the first time And no it wasn’t fun All these aging hipsters with another axe to grind So put me on the battle field Where hardcore goes to die Can I get a hell yeah (If you’re as lost as I am) Yeah dawg (If you hate that expression) Doggin’ on others is now my profession Since you blew the lights out in my heart I’m feeling kinda bored so let’s go charge up the car Let’s all put on those trucker hats And head out to a bar We’ll end up in the standard in the bathroom Don’t coke this is very Hollywood And yeah I get the joke Everything tastes better When the novacaine sets in So have a second helping of the ones you call your friends Can I get a hell yeah (If you’re as lost as I am) Yeah dawg (If you hate that expression) Doggin’ on others is now my profession Since you blew the lights out in my heart Why don’t ya all f-f-f-fade away Vodka rhymes with lotsa Bourbon rhymes with hurtin’ These are things I’m gonna feel This much I know is certain Can I get a hell yeah (If you’re as lost as I am) Yeah dawg (If you hate that expression) Doggin’ on others is now my profession Since you blew the lights out in my heart

Current Mood: mischievousmischievous
Current Music: Lights Out∞Butch Walker

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September 4th, 2004
02:41 pm

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I steal
Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.

Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse.

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