| Im Back... |
[04 Jan 2005|12:50am] |
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Back to good ole lj no more myspace...
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[09 Jul 2004|02:34pm] |
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Well shit dick were in texas on a road trip to see etch. niles is ruling his cell phone all the time tim is just ruling scooties killing the bicycle and pursley is killing the food. too much shit to list so ill just do a brief discription. Hustler club, not sober any night of the trip, Grandpa City, Creek Crawling, Text Messenging, Beating up Pursley, Talking to Kelly, Eating shit food, Driving long distances, Burbon street, Hand Granades, and thats all for not. Were keeping the badass leval up.
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| Tonight |
[13 Jun 2004|04:43am] |
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Fuck updating. Well anyway went to niles house tonight for a little get together and it turned out to be well, fucking amasing. DBP running the prank phone calls all night long and i even saw gene the machine and jene the rough rider come out tonight. niles text messaged all night long. Portwood sang against me all night long wich he claims to hate. scootie passed the fuck out as well as tony but tony blew some chuncks before he threw in the towel. elisha didnt show. cherish didnt show cause her ride fucked her over. I GOT TO SEE MUH CHERISH FOR A WHIULE AT BUCKS THOUGH THAT WAS A PLUS I LOVE THAT GIRl. talked to kelly for a bit. went home now im going to sleep night bitches. BUTTPLUGS?
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[28 May 2004|01:16am] |
Noun 1. depression - a mental state characterized by a pessimistic sense of inadequacy and a despondent lack of activity.
4. depression - sad feelings of gloom and inadequacy.
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Noun 1. alcohol - a liquor or brew containing alcohol as the active agent; "alcohol (or drink) ruined him" or its a...
Noun 1. depressant - a drug that reduces excitability and calms a person
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Alkaline Trio...
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a wonderfully horrible feeling...
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| figure this shit out bitches |
[25 May 2004|01:11am] |
not the direction right but?
a quality 2 people share together? usually comes after best...
not the direction right but?
the town i live in? also streems are sometimes called this...
not wrong but?
the name of the captian whos rum is delicious? and the second name of the school scootie attends?
not wrong but?
the highway the splits left at the top of atlanta? to put something together... then add err.
not the direction right but?
the highway the splits left at the top of atlanta?
not wrong but?
condemend 84 minus 10 and the condemmed part?
not wrong but?
the upper part of the leg where it joins on to the body + the part of the pants where you store money and other things in?
OK this is a riddle. I will give ten bucks to who ever can get the right answer first, or i will buy them what ever they want to drink this saturday night. hows that for incentive?
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| I sAiD yEaH... |
[24 May 2004|04:28am] |
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its 430 a.m. I pissed away all my graduation money on beer, a fucking sony dcr vx2100, and parts for my addiction which is my little kids bicycle, and i couldnt be fucking happier i just got bitched out for comming in at 400 a.m. in the morning on a sunday night, and i couldnt be happier. I threw up for hours this weekend, kicked out the windshield in my truck, and got the shit punched out of me, and i couldnt be happier. We went to 3 diffrent partys some good some bad but i couldnt be happier. FUCK OFF ITS NIGHT TIME. ps-sexisgoodasisabadassgirlthatyourtotallyintotohaveitwith.
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| uggghhhh |
[23 May 2004|03:08pm] |
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I sleep when im depressed... Does this explain my lazyness???
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[23 May 2004|12:13pm] |
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Well staurday night we went to a really sketchy party left and went to niles house. every one was so tired. were getting old no drinking well a little drinking then some random drunk text messages then sleep. oh yea ive got 2000 dollars and im about to get my cmera. what did i say? I SAID YEAH
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| Partyuuuu |
[22 May 2004|01:13pm] |
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Friday night was looking slim on the party scene till we realised that alex was still outta town and we could go to the compound and throw down with donald. Needless to say it was amasing. Skipper showed up and that was bad ass she knows how to get shit done. I drank myslef retarted after a bottle of 100 proof southern comfort, and a handel of apple vodka all to myself. Scootie was a nigger and took my keys, and beat me up, and chris was being a little alchol nigger. Lori is one of my best friends ever just thought id mention that but you all know id do anything for FTNM. but everything went down with out bullshit. haha yeah right there was tons of drama all around but thats my entertainment. peace out niggers smell like coco butterr.
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[20 May 2004|12:58pm] |
Tonight is the night the fun starts,
Fight to make it right or break hearts.
Look each other in the eyes,
Try to find another before the other crys.
Now there is a new flame, a new mind, a new face,
Your not to blame, this is not the time or place.
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| FUCK FACE ME |
[19 May 2004|07:36pm] |
SHE CANT BE WITH ME,
I CANT BE WITH YOU,
I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
NOW WITH TWO GUNS,
ONE POINTED AT EACH HEAD,
LETS HAVE US SOME FUN,
PULL THE TRIGGER,
OH SUCH A LOVELY RED.
am i leading her on? do i want more than what i had with you? do i want more than a 1 month relationship? are you mad? why me? why did this have to happen? im sorry for killing you elshia, but i died january 7, 2004 at 7:30.
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| Weekend |
[17 May 2004|02:37am] |
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Well well here we are again another sunday night but, tonight is a little diffrent than any other random sunday night. Yes i do have school tomorrow for only 2 hours though. Those will be the last 2 hours i spend in highschool. Its been a fucking long, and tiring ride but i made it. Its only off to college after that and then off to work after that but it feels good, damn good. I had to help chris out last night and this morning its never good to see a 15 year old throwing up blood, and after a whole handel of apple vodka for me, all i wanted to do was take that little bastard to the hospital, but i fucking pulled it off and got him better. After that shit i took a nap and got ready for the business/tiger army/rodger miret and the disasters show it was amasing. I got my foot stomped on (yep the one i just got the cast off of) and well needless to say it hurts but im sure itll be fine in the morning. and thats all i can think of for now. well except that there was a random big fucking skinhead pissing in my pool friday night. although i just met you and you took a piss in my pool and told a small black girl at my party to get her nigger ass back in the house your still an alright guy. out
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| Fuck |
[16 May 2004|06:02pm] |
Knowing where in the driveway to park.
Knowing exactly how soft to knock.
Knowing how fast to open the door.
Knowing all the loose baords in her floor.
Knowing which steps to step and witch to skip.
Taking each step in sequence with the faucet drip.
Ariving at the top of the stairs.
Your room is so close to theirs.
Take a right and push open the door.
But stay to the right of the paint stain on her floor.
Two dim lamps one on each side of the bed.
The light expelled makes her pink room, glow red.
A white down comforter with a couple of stains.
Laying there with her i felt no pain.
Knowinw wich way to have the bed make no noise.
Knowing she might get in trouble if caught in bed with boys.
Knowing around how long it takes for her to fall asleep.
Knowing its time to leave.
These are the memories i plan to keep.
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| Life? |
[14 May 2004|02:40am] |
Im sitting here its 2:40 am on friday morning. Im staring at the fan well the cord that turns the fan off and on to be exact. Its wierd how something this simple can be converted into some thing so complicatd. See as i stare at this cord i cant help but to think how much this comapres to life. The fan rotates one way like the world. The cord that turns the fan (the world) on rotates the other way representing the way people go against the world as a way of rebellion, or the way that a punk lives his life. this cord also wraps and unwraps around the cord that turns the light on and off. The light represents day and night. When the fan cord (your life) wraps around the light cord, it represents the daily struggles one goes through during each dy and night of their life.
And im out like a amputee in a dodge ball game...
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| Uhh Yeahhh Im Gayy ahah niggers |
[13 May 2004|09:05pm] |
What i do in school
The stiches will eventually disolve.
Leaving a small scar down the center of my heart.
Now three months later your hate slowly evolves?
A hate that was a beautifull love at the start.
I've been doing way too much driving.
I think i'll do a little drinking.
My eyes tonight give the last good cry.
Fuck this, To live, I have to die.
At a time when love is all mushy clay, let it harden, turn to brick, keep secrets in a house built with these bricks of love.
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| More Poems |
[10 May 2004|12:10am] |
#1 Notes left in the cracks of car doors. I remember every squeek in your wooden floors. Sitting there with you watching Emril. Every night the same but a new thrill. sweatshirts with hoods to hide the tears. Sewn shut mouths never reval fears. Was i ever a part of the big picture? these good memories are the forcepts that hold my broken heart wide open.
#2 Yellow baloon floating through trafic. a four year old chasing her prize. wednesday rush hour this is tragic. he looks up and eyes her eyes. Now he feels the pain cause two days later she dies.
#3 The sound of your feet gracing my floor. my mom you greet as you approach my door. Sitting in my room happy, cause you i could wait all day for. Around the corner i see your face. Now every thing is perfect. Now everything is in its place.
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| Ramp Jam |
[09 May 2004|05:22pm] |
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# of ________ this weekend...
# of drinks consumed- 45-50
# of people i got with the tim- 20
# of parties- 3
# of slampigs annihlated- 1
# of times eating at mc donalds- 3
# of shits taken- 2
# of things thrown at people- 1000's
# of times throwing up- over 50
# of pictures taken- 0
# of times i hit gerber skin with a frying pan- 12
This weekend was bad ass. The ramp jam went down with plenty of its own madness. thanks to all the bands that played *espically ardency*. Shit was amazing and Im looking foreward to the next one fuckers.
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[06 May 2004|02:59pm] |
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Nigger- a member of a socially disadvantaged class of persons. It's time for somebody to lead all of America's niggers... All the people who feel left out of the political process.
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[06 May 2004|02:57pm] |
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Ass face honey thats what you've got. Sifilus babby you can suck my cock. Girls Girls Girls gimme gimme gimme some head...
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| Tim Poem bye Niles and Me |
[06 May 2004|02:35pm] |
Glad2SeeUGoBye: tim cartee has left me scarred..
Glad2SeeUGoBye: his body haggard and his face is marred
Glad2SeeUGoBye: like the tip of an old crayon he's melted away
Glad2SeeUGoBye: sandy drives the joy from him day after day
InDeathWeLie: hahahah
InDeathWeLie: yeass
InDeathWeLie: danny cuts the rat tail when asked whe his only replie was ghey
Glad2SeeUGoBye: if he's gonna lose some weight he's got to run a long ass way
InDeathWeLie: straight down 92 is where heresides some say
InDeathWeLie: never seen it myself but i can only hope for the day
Glad2SeeUGoBye: tim go away..please don't stay
InDeathWeLie: your breath protrudes like some bait spray
InDeathWeLie: youf feet reek of rotten curds and whey
InDeathWeLie: your arms are shorter than they showers of may
Glad2SeeUGoBye: hope for you? not one ray..
InDeathWeLie: if at best luck will give you a deep grave at the bottom of the bay
Glad2SeeUGoBye: you're life is tattered your dickies..frayed
InDeathWeLie: Job? well if you count the lawn mower blade
InDeathWeLie: clothes stained green where there should be grey
InDeathWeLie: necks of shirts around our anckles thats the cartee way
Glad2SeeUGoBye: one night a week...only time he bathes
InDeathWeLie: but thats all he has time for 60 hours a week on the laithe
Glad2SeeUGoBye: 2 hot pockets mrs. scootie that's all i crave
InDeathWeLie: wings and things wednesday night i cant come for me some can you save?
Glad2SeeUGoBye: i hope wooly ain't pregnant i don't want to end up like dave
InDeathWeLie: in a trailer park working day to day just for money to save
InDeathWeLie: 2 more kids 2 more mouths to feed god hes brave
Glad2SeeUGoBye: i hope he teaches those bastards how to behave
Glad2SeeUGoBye: or else i'll show both of them to their death in a cave
InDeathWeLie: but back to tim on the beach he washes in the waves
Glad2SeeUGoBye: his wooly's so bitch.."i can't swim" what a nave
InDeathWeLie: he looks so sweaty on this glossy eve
Glad2SeeUGoBye: at least she's a spick..she cooks taco's and maize
InDeathWeLie: and a maze is his feeble mind no pegs how does he grind
Glad2SeeUGoBye: he's legs are so short he could be the dog leading the blind
InDeathWeLie: smells like the dog also but muck less kind
Glad2SeeUGoBye: he's looking for love but it's wooly he'll find
InDeathWeLie: wooly he'll find but the occasional ambur on the mind
Glad2SeeUGoBye: that swim suit, the car wash, that's it he's blind
InDeathWeLie: cant bear the sight of a girl that fine
Glad2SeeUGoBye: the thought alone nearly fried his mind
InDeathWeLie: coke pushes his kidneys, he nearly died, into his spine
Glad2SeeUGoBye: no more coke it leaves him crying
InDeathWeLie: any more caffine and he'll be dying
InDeathWeLie: its new tricks he's trying
InDeathWeLie: staying out all night to his mom he's ;ying
InDeathWeLie: but up early mornings to eat the eggs my moms frying
InDeathWeLie: turnded down again god damn hes sighing
Glad2SeeUGoBye: the whole wooly story since day one i'm not buying
InDeathWeLie: girls dont know hes watching oh but hes spying
InDeathWeLie: he's going to see jon this summer but no cars, hes flying
Glad2SeeUGoBye: though afraid of heights still he's trying
Glad2SeeUGoBye: wait i take that back cause off the quarry he went diving
InDeathWeLie: 96 feet to the water not knowing was was underlying
Glad2SeeUGoBye: a tre a tractor or maybe some ply..te he
InDeathWeLie: ply wood heaven is what he sees
InDeathWeLie: school for a while but no degrees
InDeathWeLie: between a truch and a side wail he sleeps under the trees
Glad2SeeUGoBye: if he doesn't lose that smell he'll be swattnig bees
InDeathWeLie: hahahh god thats it no more
Glad2SeeUGoBye: haha...we could go for years....i'm copying that shit
InDeathWeLie: i cant think of the tim that much i have to go take a shower now
Glad2SeeUGoBye: ooooo...have fun after all that tim talk in the shower
InDeathWeLie: haha but yea thats shits bombass im putting it on livejournal
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