[10 Mar 2005|08:11pm] happier than i have ever been managed to quit cigarettes, among other things what is left to say

take it as lightly as you would like [23 Jan 2005|11:36am] to all the spiteful, stress causing, insecure, self involved, self justified, non forgiving, hateful, shit don't stink, do-gooders......save the drama life is hard not all of us can be as up right an just as you so have a little patience maybe show someone love and let them now that there is more to you than that

[24 Oct 2004|10:56am] SUNDAY! The only day that stands out from other days, my favorite day. Today I have my house all to myself to do whatever I please, as if I don't already. Today I begin work on restoring a Japanese Strat. If anyone knows where I can get a seven string neck for this please find someway to contact me. I would be very thankful.

[09 Oct 2004|01:46am] Maybe a car Maybe a bed Maybe a blunt Maybe free freedom Maybe an open ear Maybe honesty Maybe lies Maybe Im hearing things Maybe three meals Maybe resting Maybe Im content Maybe mashed potatoes Maybe a haircut Maybe a pen, pad, and an open thought Maybe the clouds in the sky are for me Maybe the stars are mine Maybe new shoes Maybe jealousy Maybe a shave Maybe theropy Maybe logic Maybe bugs are after me Maybe going without black hair dye Maybe self reflection Maybe isolation Maybe luck Maybe waking up Maybe earning a buck Maybe inside out Maybe stained and maybe ripped up Maybe I dont care Maybe Im sorry

whatever's clever [24 Sep 2004|11:58pm] Can't win em all. you got to laugh it off. you got a cold you cough. because a light is the only thing you can offer a moth. being happy is all that matters, you cant have christmas with jack o' lanterns. If you fall you get right back up, pause for a moment, compose yourself, face the sky and wait for direction.

¿ [26 Jul 2004|10:21pm] maybe im just tired

[26 Jul 2004|08:53pm] Summer of a kah-gillion laughs! Ha ha ABC that's more laughs than you. I win shit heads.

[25 Jul 2004|02:24pm] A long, long time ago I can still remember How that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a Rollin' Stone But that's not how it used to be When The Jester sang for The King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean In a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while The King was looking down The Jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practised in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off with a fall out shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed flat out on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With The Jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While Sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation Lost In Space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candle stick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

[17 Jul 2004|09:57am] I have got to stop wearing grey I think it will soon grab ahold of me

levell with me [13 Jul 2004|06:03pm] it's disgusting how after hours men have been known to rush convenient stores focused only on the frozen doors not knowing that the intent of putting the bews in the stores is to help you forget why your dreams came and they went but it doesnt matter now all they need is what they have somehow so drink and forget live and regret

[12 Jul 2004|09:42pm] I'm better than you

[07 Jul 2004|05:54pm] head and shoulders, knees and toes knees and toes

[06 Jul 2004|04:26am] yeah, that thing called life....that shit can't touch me

only dreams have color i guess [02 Jul 2004|08:23pm] porr girl, hope she gets home alright===commercial====

[30 Jun 2004|08:44pm] If you can just get your mind together then come on across to me We'll hold hands and then we'll watch the sunrise From the bottom of the sea But first, are you experienced? have you ever been experienced? I know, I know, you'll probably scream and cry that your little world won't let you go But who in your measly little world, are you tryin' to prove to that you're made out of gold and, can't be sold So, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Well, I have let me prove it to you, yeah Trumpets and violins I can, hear in the distance I think they're callin' our name Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will, ha-ha, if you just take hold of my hand Ohhh, but are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful

[10 Jun 2004|06:35pm] the cure is coming to Florida!!!!

[07 Jun 2004|08:04pm] hell fucking yeah I believe in rock and roll inside out my heart, my soul

[07 Jun 2004|06:10pm] it's the reason for my pain in a season to celebrate i don't wanna be full of hate for anybody, but it's too late everyone has been in my face telling me that i'm a disgrace showing me things that i must face telling me that they need their space it's the reason why i'm down i'm beaten, been pushed around hit the ceiling without a sound everone i know considers me a clown it's the reason why i'm here

[04 Jun 2004|10:56pm] Sometimes, when you stop to look at it life is very beautiful. It is like a perfect lullaby that prepares you to sleep. Every note is so perfectly placed. Even when things seem to not be working out it is only one note in a whole entire song. Without that one heart grabbing note the song would be empty. Who can say they are an artist. All an artist is today is someone who thinks highly of their own opinion. Empty. Without a muse there is no art. An artist is just a vessel. Nothing he does is of himself, he is just a puppet. And if he says he has no strings and he walks on his own he is lying. My strings are the wind on a hot day, when Nirvnana comes on the radio during the day, and remembering that everything is small and far away most of the time. I would just like to be hung up and left alone. But then I do not get to show off all the things a puppet can accomplish. I wish I was able to talk to anyone about anything without being afraid they will use it against me. But for now I am happy having tons of time to myself.

[04 Jun 2004|06:00pm] All I can say is that my life is pretty plain I like watchin' the puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two and speak my point of view But it's not sane, It's not sane I just want some one to say to me I'll always be there when you wake Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain that there's no rain And all I can do is read a book to stay awake And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape escape...escape...escape... All I can say is that my life is pretty plain ya don't like my point of view ya think I'm insane Its not sane...it's not sane.

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