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Monday, November 28, 2005

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 20:51:24 GMT

postponement makes life beautiful for me. procrastination is a form of pleasure. wait for it, it will come. no need to hurry, no need to frustrate. let it develop, let it breathe. don't wake it until the last second.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 07:53:12 GMT

Part of love is the poetry of saying how much you love someone. The simple act of saying "I love you" can be one of the most intimate forms of communication. To love is what living creatures do. To be in love with the way her hair falls on the back of her neck is to be majestic.
Phenomenalism never meant more to me than tonight. I watched my cigarette burn so slowly, so crisply. It ate the words Turkish Gold with so much love. The fire loved the cigarette, and in turn, the cigarette loved the fire so much as to sacrifice itself. I was only a bystander to this act of love. It is gone, and they are separated forever. It could not have been otherwise. My life could not have been otherwise.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Wed, 05 Oct 2005 08:22:07 GMT

It looks like xanga has been stepping it up lately, trying to get back all those facebook converts. Well, i doubt font and style options are gonna do the trick xanga management. but free stuff like candy and kites would bring me back on board. i mean, that's a pretty good deal if you think about it. the only thing candy and kites has ever won over was little Tommy Jones, but he was only three and it was a sex offender offering, so i guess that doesn't really apply.
anyway, the point here is i'm feeling a little bit traitorous. i mean, it was xanga that introduced me to the world of online blogging, i feel i should have been a bit more loyal. so i guess i'll keep making these monthly updates, keeping the fans and of course the godfather xanga at bay. i may have some very interesting things to say, we'll just have to wait and see.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 17:27:20 GMT

Hello my dear goodbye, do try and be sincere

Can’t help but wonder why, I think I’ve been here

I’ve been down this road

I’ve seen the sights and they’re getting old

I want to run but I can’t walk

I want to scream but I just can’t talk

Somebody tell me why I’m here.

Hello my simple life, where have you lead me?

Been wondering where we are, but I lost my memory.

Asked someone who I am, but they can’t hear me

I’m screaming right at them, and they’re just staring

I don’t know how I’m gonna cry

I lost my tears with my eyes.

I wanna run right through that door

But the key won’t work anymore

Somebody tell me why I’m stuck here

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Thu, 25 Aug 2005 01:26:04 GMT

I forget who I am all too often. I'm just me. I don't have the energy to live up to all these different expectations, why even bother? The people that are even worth knowing would just see right through that. Just be you, don't worry about making everyone fall in love with you. If they don't they don't. There's nothing you can do about that. As much as I believe myself to be in control of my own life, everyone else has just as much control over their own lives and choices. Who you are is just fine, cuz there's no one else you could be. Stop forgetting that.
Denial is a funny thing. Just because I ignore something I then expect it to stop existing, to stop having an effect upon me. I can't ignore God. He doesn't care what I give my attention to, He's still gonna be receiving the glory. No matter how much I try to make believe that I am the one who deserves the glory, I will never have earned it. And to have something that one has not earned is low, as low as you can get. It creates a facade that takes more energy that doing it right in the first place would. Lies are hard to keep up, one moments ignorance can cause the destruction of a lifetime.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Tue, 09 Aug 2005 05:58:50 GMT

Here you go Christin, It's not completely finished yet, but it's definitely coming along quite nicely. Lemme know what you think. All criticisms welcome. Except for the fact that the title and copyright don't line up perfectly with the lyrics, if that bothers you, i'm afraid you're just going to have to eat it this time. sorry, but that's just life.

Six Ant Family

Six ant family,

Walking on my windowsill and I,

Wonder where they’re heading to,

Where they have come from.

Do you think that they can see me?

So high up above.

Do you think that they have feelings?

Like hope and life and love.

If they don’t then does it matter,

It doesn’t matter at all.

If I can just lift a finger,

And take life without a reason.

Who’s to say what else I can’t do,

Who’s gonna save the life that they lose.

If good things are all that happen,

Where’s the fun in love and laughin’?

I wanna stop the bad things too,

But sometimes even winners lose,

Even winners lose.

Little Billy boy,

Walking on his way home from school.

Makes good grades and prays,

Always obeys all the rules.

He’s almost skipping now,

Walking the walk of a love struck teen.

Cause pretty Jenny Jane,

Wrote him a love note she didn’t mean.

He reads it now,

As he steps out to the street.

Helpless now,

To the car he didn’t see.

Who knew that words on paper

Would bring Death another neighbor.

If a joke has the power to kill,

Who could know what else will.

If only good things happen,

Where’s the fun in love and laughin’?

I wanna stop the world from cryin’,

But it seems that even saints are dyin’.

Yes even saints can die.

It so happens Pretty Jenny’s,

On the list for a strangers kidneys.

Check it once, check it twice,

Yet no one cares if you’re naughty or nice.

Not even a day,

Since she wrote the note that didn’t matter.

And little Billy’s life,

Is brought to her on a golden platter.

What do you think she would say,

If she were to find out someday,

That the life she had gained,

Was a gift she’d stolen anyway.

If I can just lift a finger,

And take life without a reason.

Who’s to say what else I can’t do,

Who’s gonna save the life that they lose.

If good things are all that happen,

Where’s the fun in love and laughin’?

I wanna stop the bad things too,

But sometimes even winners lose,

Even winners lose.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 05:44:47 GMT

I found God in my attic the other day. He was getting into the Christmas ornaments again. He told me, "It's funny how you people break your lives up and store them in boxes." He started saying something else, but I bundled him back up and taped his box tight. He won't be bothering me anytime soon. I sure would like to know how He got out though.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 07:33:35 GMT

Some things in life they just don't make sense...thanks Rob Thomas. Unfortunately, our newfound pop-artist is right, sometimes we have no idea what the hell is going on, or why the hell we do or don't do some things. Good thing for us God has the whole picture in front of Him. It kinda sucks sometimes because we don't, and we have absolutely no clue what's going on. But then God decides to cheat a little and shows us what He was thinking back there in valley #2,556. And now we can look back and just laugh about all that hurt we were feeling, cuz it's just funny how fucking brilliant God is. Amen.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 06:05:28 GMT

update this bitches

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Tue, 12 Jul 2005 06:50:22 GMT

Ah, now this is some truly funny stuff. I never listen to the lyrics on any of my albums, and if by chance i memorize them, i usually don't even think about the words. So when i stumbled across this, i pretty much pissed my pantaloons. Since all of my readership is so poorly educated in what qualifies as good music, i'm sure none of you would know this to be off of Led Zeppelin's third album. It's called Gallows Pole for some reason that escapes me, and it portrays what i like to think is the way siblings should get along.

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.
Friends, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends, To keep me from the Gallows Pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?

I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold,
You know that we're too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding a many mile.
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows Pole?

Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.

Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding a many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this man, man.

Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.

Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole

Swingin' on the gallows pole!

That's so great, his brother lost all his money, and his sister's a whore, and he still gets it in the end. I mean, i totally love this Gallow's guy. He's got a great sense of humor. He totally surprises you. You're all like, "Ooh, yay, he's gonna let the poor man go." Then BAMO! he's dead. And then you're all like, "What the crap?! Now i'm depressed." Yea i know, it's too great for words really.