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| it's coming to an end. goodbye my friends. i love you | | |
| hmmm, dallas? well dallas is a place of man made beauty. People don't sleep there, they go to Lazer2010. In this club, foam falls from the ceiling, jaw-droppingly gorgeous women dance with you, and everyone has fun. The view from a 50 story tower is amazing(the tower rotates), and we took a picture standing on the X on the street where JFK was shot (13 times they say). My car got stolen, so we reported it. Later we find it, where we parked, then raced to the hotel and got the heck out of dallas before we got pulled over for driving my stolen car. And we got to see one of the best, Carson, for a day. How did we do so much in a day and a half? we didn't sleep at all. Then after we get back home, depression hits like always, this time in Tornado form. Oh how i love wynne. adios
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| I've been writing alot lately, songs, poems, essays. Writing what i can't say. I realize just how irrelevant everything i do is, for the most part. After i finish these classes i'm taking, i'm moving back to san diego in june, i have a job lined up, and a small condo. I don't know what it is i'm going to do that becomes who i am, but "the west is the best, come here and we'll do the rest". I'm thinking about enrolling in film school, i'm interested in making movies and have come up with some idea's for a script. Just have to see what happens. anyway, i'm wasting your life by making you read this. later brotha's and sista's
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| hello, i would try to write some catchy, neato-potatoe blabbering about some useless topic, or say how much fun my weekend was in fayettville, which it was very, but i hate attention, i'll leave that to the attention hungery people who think that they have something holy to prove to you. and also i am sick of "cool". goodbye
smile, it's a beautiful day out there. go here http://maddox.xmission.com/ | | |
| realize how fortunate you are. the chosen few. we live like the stringed puppet, let the master do the choosing, it's for his best anyway. OPEN YOUR EYES. see the beauty, and capture the power. it's you who needs to accept you, alone. reveal the hidden, here is the present, it's not at it's best unless it's fake, anymore. what turns you on, i'll captivate your senses, one by one. slither, slither, slither. what have you done. let go and come home before it's all past tense, crawling under the fences with the mud staining your most beautiful of faces. bring me the end, to start a new one.
maybe later.
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