| The Balance. |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|12:06 am] |
Slowly Softly Swiftly
i fall back into the season of dark days.
welcome to summers of heat and struggle.
meekly i cannot absorb this shadow inflicting worldly suffocation.
New eyes that smile to my Joy in flagrant misunderstanding.
teeth curved to a position of art just enough to show signs of personality.
bright glooms in oppisition when it must be refined.
as if we are all coal in a field of diamonds.
pressure in life sustaining pain, stress, torment; or possibly if your good, wisdom.
Perfection, merely the strive for it continuously
though distorted through balance.
For true intricate balance, is overwhelming to the mind.
Negitive and Positive electrons swirling around in a circle of exact distribution.
good on evil.
white and wheat.
dark and light.
bitter and sweet.
The canvas then begins to shade.
dismay can be everywhere you look.
comfort can also, depending on your perception.
the two combine and like a chemical reaction and life sustains with volume.
Yet off the chain these two balances swirl through everything.
two oppisitions combined make a new field to be opposed therefore
2 dimensions of thought remain hidden in 1
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| A middle. |
[Jun. 4th, 2005|10:03 am] |
Surrounded now only by thoughts
wishing for some way to free myself from this chronic repetitive view
seeking for some way to escape the drama
my stress is vague and simple
yet neverending.
Alone in this world in a never ending stress.
I must eat, I must drink,
i must smile.
for why drink or eat or think or breath or even care,
if i cannot smile.
I seek for real relation and only find it as it escapes me.
I found love that wasn't mine.
I found chains within,
that bound me to my philosophy.
I love light and life and power and justice.
I love dreaming and hoping and guessing.
Now, if only i could learn to smile.
For i have hunger. |
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| To krystyle |
[May. 23rd, 2005|08:54 pm] |
I met you once in a clear day.
I knew you only as an associate.
I always thought you were as beautiful as it gets.
But,
I never knew how beautiful it got.
then you spoke to me once.
You spoke of your art and your experiances,
you told me of the green trees back home.
Compared to the scortched earth i grew up in 21 years of my life.
Now,
i sit here in contemplation of everyone i've ever met.
every girl that ever spoke.
every thought that was ever concieved because of events or occurances.
Nobody was ever more kind.
More open ranged.
More spiritually artistic,
and more respectful
in that token
than you.
I would give you roses but pigment and scent mean nothing compared to the principle behind the gift.
in fact i think that they would betray your portrait symbolic wise.
I know,
that i have no place in your eyes as something more than platonic.
and i have no trouble with that,
though i still stand in the fact that you are the most worthy girl of my love than any that i've known.
So i wonder now as time fades and my dying shell deminishes.
Will i ever see eyes that look back as yours did when they gazed away.
although it does not matter
For i met you once, and i thank you for smiling.
because i am merely a pawn trying to kill the king,
In the end i may make it to the other side of the boards.
And i will be rich and succesful and smart, and sensitive still.
but for now i am only a pawn shadowed in mystery.
taken apart from abstract immensity.
Fate has no organization as does niether my creative mind.
So if i wave today, fear not a random out of nowhere smile tommorow.
And if however that day never comes.
my heart holds a piece of memory deep whithin its insides,
and my soul will weep silently forever there. |
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| this is me. |
[May. 9th, 2005|07:23 pm] |
the flail of heartfelt eccstatic.
Throw your elbows in a patch of thorns...
do a hand stand on a mountain of dreams.
Scream at the top of your lungs in a silent library.
run at top speed just to stop as fast as you can.
Sing in the shower as you compose the song your singing.
Smile at opposition and mean it.
Love your enemy.
Drown in sorrow just to breath real joy.
staying awake till 3 am just to think about stars...
analyze everything like like the curious cat.
matyr yourself in the name of a thought. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2005|01:21 pm] |
Though distance has caused pause to physical embrace.
And our hands are thousands of miles apart.
our mental instincts rare have sown us together in lightness.
My butterflies never cease to shimmer from a beautiful mind.
My love is constant,
You have shown me light by accident.
or maybe it was by purpose of a greater understanding.
in my heart you are as beautiful as beauty is understood.
For no image can describe this glory.
you are the sweetness that adds fire to my soul.
and the ashes fall softly in my heart.
your arms have held me only by word of mouth.
but how they held me.
I seek for you everyday in a life of my own.
But i only find question and wonder.
distance cannot bound that which resides deep inside my heart. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2005|11:21 pm] |
You Are 15% Left Brained, 85% Right Brained |
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.
The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.
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| my spectrum of light. |
[Feb. 25th, 2005|10:32 am] |
So i began clear,
transparent to directive or thought.
a clean slate of creation.
laughter then colored me slight...
and pain did darken me,
sorrow shading in my edges.
My spectrum began whithin this image of self.
meekness became my protection in age.
at first, the air i breathed was struggle,
I had been in a coma for many days.
the awakening was the most painful of all.
my eyes did stretch forth into the complexity.
tears washed my wounds as i rose against my thoughts.
power became held only when i could yield it softly.
ever so sweetly my intention misunderstood.
sandpaper against the groove.
quietly now i still resist,
persist,
i bleed internal.
tranquil ravaged i seek refuge every wink.
i fell in lightness first,
knowing only innocence and laughter,
then throwing myself into the desolence to survive it.
i knew the dark.
for i knew it long and consciously died inside it.
so as i drank the venom and i stirred in thought,
and i bit the enlightening life that surrounded me,
i took desolence and made it consumption.
i strangled in eternity's loop of suffocational woe.
i screamed to the sky,
the moon,
the stars,
the night!
I screamed to the masses,
to the eyes,
to the people i met,
I screamed to each and every perception i had taken in.
I cried out for an answer to flaw.
I shaped my destruction,
different demensions swirled inside me.
I felt the snake crawl under my skin,
the maggots persisted in the shades of dark,
the chattering teeth gnawing into my sunset,
taunting echo's of pain repetitively taking me further and further into the deep.
soon i found the face of evil.
the shade of distinct black.
I became it.
I writhed in its existence and suffered.
destroying stealing Fucking Flailing Falling Kicking Screaming Shouting SUFFOCATING drowning dying fading skraping skimming slur'd desolence of violence which i felt no return.
From this darkness grew a seed...
and within its sprout was a sparkle of white.
escape came to mind from the fortitude of suffer.
for by now i had become a veteren to the hate.
among this now i chose to stop the cycle.
and progressively my state grew gray.
the evil whithin was lighter yet the shade remained.
the pain still deep in my hollow
yet breath became me.
my gray pulling to the white that remain'd in the darkness pigment.
I ran as fast as i could,
life permits my escape and whithin it i found mix'd joy now.
but the dark like a mold would spoil it and take it and break it down.
eating it for mass consumption of the good like a virus.
so further into the shades i moved,
growing lighter in my gray.
Softly now the pain are tingles that speak,
meekly now the good are echo'd chills of approval,
i stand on this balancing scale in the mid,
the moderate i survive the pouring life.
I move faster than ever before whithin its bounds,
whithin its swift and relentless cycle,
my will is not to understand,
for if i did i would cease,
my life is gray middle,
my entity tall whithin its stance.
libra is my birth,
and my religion so. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2005|10:13 pm] |
And now... the news with jeff.
Lets see whats new.... oh yeah that's right my brother is now married. this was probably the coolest and wierdest wedding i've gone too so far. Let me describe it for you. First of all it was at the la paloma, and for those of you who arean't in tucson that pretty much means rich people ballroom hangout type place. Well upon entry i saw my sisters and younger brother and step mother who i haven't seen since after my dads funeral. Then i see my dad's parents. (my grandparents) who i hadn't seen since my dad's funeral, then i see my aunt cathy who yep you guess'd it haven't seen since yeah whatever. And it was really wierd for me. Then my manager that i work with is there because her fiance is my brothers old manager. Not to mention i see this lady who i used to call grandmother when i was younger but haven't seen in years. and it was just crazy as far as seeing strangers. Then we had assigned seats and i was put with all of my brothers and sisters beside the one that was getting married and i felt like a little kid or something. Not to mention that there was this wierd ass music going on in the background. I kid you not there was like the x-files theme song playing for a while. (not joking) So then, the ceremony begins and it was just wierd because i was older than every person dealing with the wedding as far as brides maids and brides and grooms and best men and whatever and so on. So then they get married blahtah yadda and the celebration part begins. My brother got this dj guy named garret to do it; who i also happened to know since i was like 10. My fondest memory of him was smacking him in the face with a full halloween bag of candy one year when he was crying cuz he wanted to go home. Now he was like grown up and had a full blown dj system and crap. it was astounding. Anyway so then they get everyone ready for the toast and there's an open bar. Well i just happen to be 21 years old so i was like sweeeeet and got a rum and coke. So for the rest of the night every mormon that attended the event was trying to smell my drink. I consider that rude and i wanted to dump it on thier inconsiderate asses. So then moving right along, we do the toast and i am buzz'n thank god. So then they start to cut the cake. Good times because i dissapeared and had a cigarette. When i came back everyone was like eating pizza and baked potato's and it was frikkkin nutty. So i got some pizza and went over to the bar again and the bartender was like .... that will be 5.75 for some shitty ass chardonnay and i was like "OK FUCK YOU THEN" and walked off in my vigor. about ten minutes later the drinks were free again and i was so pissed off i stayed sober out of protest. So then the dj starts playing techno and people start busting out glowsticks everywhere and i'm so fucking wierded out at this point. i had no idea how to react. Everyone else was having fun so whatever but omg are you serious? So as the night goes along we decided to wedding vandalize thier car. So we tied cans on it writed soapy messages and the works... well guess what... one of these fucking ritzy security guys took off all the cans. I consider that rude and so did my brother who was supposed to be the product of the vandalism. I swear to god i'm gonna go back thier and piss in thier fountain. It was a bizzare slightly buzzin off rum and coke at my brothers rave/wedding and i will never forget it. I'll have to type the other new stuff later because holy crap that took up a lot. |
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| Explicit content to an innocent mind. All from memory. |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|09:50 pm] |
I decided to write a poem with no boundry. this is entitled...
honest lust...
My gaze went profound in the directive.
my incompleteness met her eyes just before body entangled my thoughts
inside i died a little bit further.
her sex was visual first, I could not withstand her look.
the curves sent vibrations whithin my soul
we tried to speak for a while,
but there was no words left to describe the thoughts whithin.
screaming sex appeal on waving shards of minds stuck in chambers
souls energy screamin through melting aroma and pressure.
power, timid, chaotic skin,
drowning in emotional blissful flagrent massacre.
we began to kiss slowly with the loss of speach.
our mouths begin to fluxuate throughout thier own emotion.
softly i kissed her tears,
i kissed her rain.
I kissed all that i can concieve kissable to heal
to smile her way, i kissed her neck and back and legs and body
I kissed her thoughts
rapidly now she kisses me back.
slowly and precisely we motion into a circle of thought.
shivers now tingle my intentions.
meekly now we begin to flail.
i cannot seem to hold her close enough.
now my shirt seems to disapear somewhere in the trance.
as does hers.
carressing has becomes inevitable throughout almost obsession itself.
touch unstoppible as two touch with no fabric to seperate feel.
my mind flies now into instinctual embrace.
i slowly run my fingers through her hair and then slightly softly
almost tickle-ish down her curves.
her kisses imprint wherever they touched once before yet do not cease.
my mind collapses in her frailty.
her finger tips slip slowly down my chest taunting me.
they stopped abrupt,
one single button sending a message through my entire soul.
as it snapped, my kisses became moist on her body.
explosions of thought race through my blood as her hands slide me away.
i have become undone and in her will.
slowly softly now she undresses whats left of me.
my chest against hers now reminding me of further touch.
i lick her chest sweetly to show my vigor in her actions.
the moment hightens... time and space have no dimension.
she has seen my all, smiling, still touching.
i remove whats left of her clothing.
kissing once again i provoke teasing actions below the stomach.
softly wetly kissing,
my hands still caress as my lips cannot stop.
her lips have become frozen in single thought upon my body.
our completeness embrassing wherever it may.
our engulfing pumping blood emotional compassion enthrals us entirely.
our nudity only hidden by its own flesh.
my tounge reaches moist in her moan.
her hands softly pulling at my hair as i work.
her body tugging back just enough to show her pleasure.
moist,
she takes my arms and pulls at me,
her nails scratch at my back leaving no pain and only heart shaped chills.
I move back up to join her excitement with new kisses.
this time her violent romance takes me to an extreme peak.
my sex becomes inside her.
our love beaming throughout one another.
two complete circles in osmosis.
her moist takes me in as i can barely breath now.
softly i penetrate.
sweetly now commotion occurs slowly, ever so slowly,
my soul takes to her motions.
my mind does feel her more than ever.
she pulls me deeper.
now a moan comes from her lips that have cease to kiss me in paralyzation.
i continue to kiss her neck as i reside whithin her curves.
time seems to never pass.
eternal sex we partake.
she begins to SCREAM in her joy without a smile.
i begin to tingle all over my body.
she moans for more and more and more and more and more and more.
i give her my soul, my being, my flesh.
as our minds melt together like the end of a hot candle,
i am taken to exteme levels of pleasure.
my body releases a part of me whithin her.
she moans sofly now with a smile and our flesh has softened.
the sweat surrounds us.
she stares into my eyes as i stare into hers
i have become rapid now in movement screeching only sheer pleasure to both
exhausted but never stopping our eyes never lose sight.
as her soul peers into my own,
i release my life inside her female perfection.
i collapse in her arms as we softly kiss.
and fall into forever. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|10:24 pm] |
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so, how bout i update since i haven't done that in a good while... i have quite a bit o crap on my mind. Where to start hmmmmm. First of all i'll start with the bad that way i can end with the positive and it will be so much nicer. The other day me ex land lord came in and told me that basically he was going to try and garnish my wages and that he was going to talk to a judge and blahtah yada yada... well first of all i'm wondering if i can get this guy back because as a land lord isn't it his duty to maintain the property? For 3 months i had a waterfall going off the back side of my roof because he didn't fix it and my cuboards were broken i had no carpet in any room which was promised from the landlord prevoius to him. I had my first roomate skip off and leave to texas only to be ditched. My next roomate never paid his part of the rent... only parts of his part. Which is the reason i left because i was tired of it. Tired of being poor because someone else couldn't motivate themselves. Now i'm being billed with the 2 months or 1 month or whatever it was that was left over and this fucker is harrasing me at my work. It seems as though you can get screwed over repeatedly for nothing from just about every direction from the same asshole. If i had it my way i'd just throw a flaming cocktail in his office. I feel as though i may boil over soon. Secondly, yes i'm living at home as a result of this and i find no serenity in this. I am basically stuck between a rock and a hard place because i relied on other people that sucked greatly. Now that i'm at home i need more pay because i have car insurance car payment and i live far as fucking hell so i have to pay for gas like all the time. Not to mention that i live on some of the shittiest dirt roads ever and i think maybe my car will need servicing AGAIN. damn this hell that i live in. Someday i will escape it. Lately at work they have been cutting all of our hours and it should be against the law. The consequences are just as hurtful as stealing. Only thier perfectly legal whithin thier lies. I need to find out if when you apply somewhere when you put 30 to 40 hours on your application if they hire you if your supposed to legally get that. Cuz if not than our government is shitty in that aspect. People do whatever they want and i'm starting to get very intollerable because of it. I NEED $ to survive. this has nothing to do with greed because i haven't the closest position to greed whatsoever in my poordom. If i do get my wages garnish'd i'm going to go on a chainsaw massacre. NOBODY has the right. Now... moving on to the good notes... Work although i am getting absolutely no hours is cool because i like everyone i work with. I do think that there is some very cool people working there and i get along with everyone i'd hope to think in thier own special way. I do however have a strange confession of thought. I've come to the conclusion that krystal is probably the hottest girl i've ever met and its not because of her body in any way. Its because she acts crazy just like me and now that i think about it there hasn't ever been a girl that acted like me in my entire life. That's something i find highly respectful. My life is hard because of my dorky flailing actions. I do wish however that i could relate this point to her without her thinking that i'm comming on to her or like mad hitting on her. Although i would not mind doing that either. SHH matthew. I have an uber crush. Moving on... i think its bizare how so many personalities can get together and be friends under one roof of employment now matter how shitty the circumstances might be. I just think since we're all so good about it that karma should reward us. WHY NOT. we have been one of the strongest working teams ever. Regardless of age, size, position, sex prefrence, or even outlook on life we have managed to all get along. Which is rare. Next item of buissiness... the last time i was in class at pima my teacher actually liked me but i think its because he moved me to the front as if i'm in high school or something... part of me wants to assasinate him. MOVE ME TO THE FRONT!!!!!!!!!! i'm fucking 21 years old. I'll slash your cars tires you old bastard. yes... i'm feeling crazy violent right now. I think i was playing too many video games today. On a better note its been about a good month now since i've smoked and marijuana and i'm not going back for anything. ANYTHING. Oh, my, i feel like the godfather right now. COME AND GET SOME!!! you guys have a good night i must sleep before my delusional me becomes aparent. OH WAIT... nevermind. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|10:20 pm] |
I was born pale.
my eyes cannot suggest the pain i have inflicted whithin myself
the strife within extreme concern toward fellow man
who does not fellow you in shades of mentality only. sadly.
I see fault of men.
I see no marigin or side to this extent.
It would be funny if someone were to be against anyone who had red hair.
"I say we murder them."
yet skin is another story whithin these minds of ignorance.
SKIN!??!?!??!!
SSSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
so simple a lie.
pigment.
speech.
MENTALITY IS MY ONLY LANGUAGE.
perception its guidance.
i have seen rain and sun and moon.
i live underneath a galaxy of stars.
stars which compile infinite planets.
A never ending order of which odds cannot be limited.
I do not live my parents religion.
Did you always agree with yours?
I do not club my women
but cave men did long ago
so we must scold all that live now because of thier actions...
I do not spread a curse of ignorance.
no matter which kind of human being was inflicted by its illness.
Now i stand transperent. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2005|10:59 pm] |
You Are 23 Years Old |
23
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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| My new song |
[Jan. 20th, 2005|11:02 pm] |
(very rough draft)imagine it at a very screamy rockin type mood. still not done but tell me what you think.
No mercy for the mercyless
So you think your pink and prissful
with your beautiful smokin pistol
until your hit with the arogant reaction
a shallow inner self dissatisfaction
a new toy to taunt with flaunts
a new mind game you thought was hot.
your face reflects the light.
but your mind games were never right
at first i felt attraction
but then it died inside your spite.
there is no love addiction now
only broken lonlely affliction
there is no perfect soulmate now
only mass produced depiction
if you could only see my perception
of your lies and weak deception
you alter the lifes image with a kiss
your sex has lost its vintage
only time now will tell
karma's revenge will avenge where i fell.
No mercy for the mercyless.
rise above the skin based candy kiss.
No mercy for the mercyless.
flip two fingers up and give no sweat
no blood no tears no regrettttttttttttt
No mercy for the mercyless.
You swore up and down you loved her.
never gave her feel to the plunder.
you took the value from her eyes
you changed her outlook and caused demise.
goodbye to innocence because of impatience
now the gray sheets strangle your children.
now the mind left nothing to build in.
feel the lust that inflicted
if only looks could kill.
I think her looks could kill.
i think your look at this could
kill!!!!!!!!
if only you could think to feel.
perception directs your will.
her soul, her life, was real.
now alone undone and worried
you rush to the next in an arogant hurry.
No mercy for the mercyless.
breath truth into true beauty
No mercy for the mercyless.
flip two fingers up and give no sweat
no blood no tears no regrettttttttttttt
No mercy for the mercyless.
i'm tired i'll finish this later. |
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| My newest writing called... "After While" |
[Jan. 16th, 2005|11:47 pm] |
So i did see your eyes fall and rise over the monotony.
The years, the pain, the people,
the reputation seemed to try and swallow us.
the trials that called us apart and built us for a larger day.
Last night my arms were fed by your collection of self.
and was only swallowed by the shear fate of hope.
I was entralled in your love that i crave like a self lost soul
your eyes have never been like "thiers".
your heart does beat whithin my mind that does not blink.
the crimson red on your lips inprints into my sunrise.
inside it my eternal standpoint of life's memories in standpoint.
For how is it a memory if it can never fade
in value to my own eyes, for then it is more than this.
impurity had no play in our slow romantical caressing actions.
only the love that engulfed our time and dimension.
only grace and extreme truth itself that dug whithin me.
i love you.
and more than ever can i feel this.
yet, i know your love was only a shadow casting the morning.
the chill shivered whithin me before you could reap your intention.
arogantly i died whithin my own spilling blood
which used to fuel a heart turned gray
whithin the spectrum of life.
they say that ignorance is bliss yet in love i recieve a curse.
which dangles me slight to the reprocution, and always has.
slowly now i wait in my position ever so softly humble.
between the darkness and the heaven's state of mind.
i sit here as the man you search for, yet destroyed.
I stand as a spawn of wound.
now the angel and the deamon battle whithin
thus causing my gray voids to proceed in silence...
a happy medium cage with nowhere to fall.
nor to progress.
so i stand in the middle
until either ends my fate.
vague, i dissapear with the vioce of oppisition on either side.
A coma of unsurity,
a slur of thought to the viod which might abruptly occur.
out of the battle itself, rose a thought once again.
"alone, undone or a hope for not..."
strength my only weakness in a flaw created by flaw itself.
in order to vanquish, i must intend my only true hero
which is meekness in chaotic webs of life.
passive time extending its wounds upon my wisdom.
scars then whispering through my past.
hold to hope and never let go that you might have the answer.
everytime a star falls i wish to my creator,
everytime blood drips from my trials
i cry out impatiently for knowledge.
only to recieve more scars
that whisper still...
everytime i seek your love i recieve it,
but only first must i understand it.
so everytime you faded it was in purpose of returning.
for us both to cherish purely... |
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[Jan. 4th, 2005|09:45 pm] |
and then i was like
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHATEVAH!!!!! |
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| the year total. |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|09:58 pm] |
In the last year things were very up and down. First of all my dad died. Not sad but in all truth never saw it comming. I'm not trying to act emotionless to this fact. I am only numb to it in a strange sense. As if it is a viod. Toward the begining of the year i was working two jobs, one being overnight on the stock crew and sleeping my days. I got kicked out of my house for a while and lived with my old roomate Jeremy Riley... meeting some of the craziest individuals i have ever met. Not that this was a bad thing. Some of them are and were very cool people. Then jeremy went to texas so i needed a new roomate. Thats when my old friend kenny king moved in, in his place. Kenny didn't have a job so things were fairly difficult to sustain on my own after a while, especially since i blew the head gasket on my car about the last month i was there. I was walking everywhere and it was pretty crazy. Work itself over the past year has pretty much entirely changed although i'm still at the same place. i know like a whole store full of people and i know them pretty well now. Its pretty cool actually when you get past all the grey lines. Friends have came left and came and left like crazy also. I am thankful that this cycle continues. In the past year something inside me has risen up. I feel more inclined to take life by its horns in a sense. Nothing to fear anymore. I have learned the art of respect, and i hope that i can sustain it. I have pondered and i have wept and i have smiled. I guess the worst disaster in my eyes if 2004 if anything was the tsunami killing so many thousands. And the fact that our government only sent 15 million for aid. Or maybe it was humans hurting thier sense of values in a war for oil and then justifying it as if it were for freedom. Freemdom is a good thing but for what motive do you seek it? Bush became our president. Kerry lost the running. And who forget the release of napolean dynamite. YESSSS!!! oh... and i quit smoking. YESSSS!!! On that note the beginning of my year was beautiful. I went barhoppin with this really cool girl. and she's major sweet. It really was a blast. i hope that this was only a forshadowing of goodness.
jeffrey. |
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