everyday we wake up and walk out our front doors onto the doorsteps we see streets paved with asphalt we become sillhouettes  of what we used to be...with everything we've made and everything we make of what we support under the weight of the bridge we collapse onto the floor we slip onto the concrete we market bracelets to show some philanthropy and we atrophy in the light of what we see in our souls...we are the same symetrical parallel of what we thought we would become limited to the baseroot of finding ourselves...no time is left and we walk out our doors we continue our lives as if nothing has changed no day can bring us down rising above the monotony and the sound of spring is in the air but the folds in the plan become secondary...it's all about what you make of it...messy and bright eyed I see the future in black and white the past is a mess make nothing of what you did only what it made you...as we sit back and scratch our heads we see the sun, at first you back away the brightness is nothing that your eyes are accustomed to so now we set out the front door walk down the street find a means, nothing ever works out quite as you'd hoped but the world works that way we see it as a full deconstruction of your own self-denial no one can tell you who's, who and now you sit back on demand feeding yourself the embrace that was once denied we feel it in our hearts and in our lungs I'm sorry for the mess we've made it our world has imploded.

Jeremy

I hate York. nothing to do here but sit on the porch and smoke ciggarettes...wait I don't have any. nothing to do here but watch tv and post on xanga....yeah my, life, woo.

not really that bad just want to bitch I haven't posted on here in like 2 years and I doubt anyone still reads this...

Jeremy

www.xanga.com/come_on_just_say_1t

push it forward.....towards the moving train.....for one second..still I'm waiting for what you have promised..so I turned the key and pressed the pedal through the ground...she hides and I tuck her within myself we're moving like the 80s you saved me, so save us....you know I practically swear I've got you going to wrong way...just keep my eyes on the highway so baby I hide..you want to throw away my, I won't let you decide, I won't let you decide......I won't let you go.... I don't see you by the wheel I'll keep my hands to myself got to put my foot on the gas you'll wear this accident well -- albert react

ok...I didn't make it to the show last night....I had a long night...my cousin and best friend died in a car accident on november 16th I think that's the date...

splintered piece of glass falls in the seat gets caught broken windows opened locks remind us of the youth that's lost been trying so hard to look away from it.....follow one line to the sunset crash my car everyday the same way time runs through our veins (the time it takes the time it takes to let go) -- thursday

R.I.P. Heidi Lingle 1987-2003

It's almost november and I still miss the first friend I ever made. She was beautiful inside, and out.

make it hurt.

Jeremy

I know something that you don't know...

tbs. is. bad.

and I listen to them anyways.

new band site

plug plug www.freewebs.com/thefalloutfashion

go there....we don't sound like tbs but we do a tbs cover.

I have no other dreams then to trust again.

let me get some space I'll be in a corner clutching a ciggarette gasping for breath.

Jeremy

p.s. trying your hardest to keep composure is a bad thing. Jon you know what I mean.

edit: thursday 1:55....I didn't go to school today....I have a bad head cold so it's been gingerale, cough drops, and menthol ciggarettes for me.....most likely I'm going to be bored tonight..

bands with managers are going places...you don't believe when I say everything will be alright....

thank God for pedro...

I have made my peace with you......make of me what you will.

I just hope it isn't an ugly portrait that's painted.

like the pic? asl...s/r...hahahaha

I'm hilairious.

peace is pretty and calm.