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Monday, July 02, 2007

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 15:44:10 GMT

wow, i havent been on this in forever.

life is good. i have submitted my peace corps application.

i am living in long beach california with a close friend of mine.

and for the past 18-20 months i have been traveling the world and watching great soccer all while getting paid and doing minimal amounts of actual work.

i miss my family

i miss my friends

i love you all.

des

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 15:41:37 GMT

"Partners in Crime"

I did this to myself
The summer air burning in my lungs
One more glance ‘til I come undone
Let’s stop this rising sun

Bright lights can see
They always shine right through me
Leaving me an open book
Of half ways and could have beens
Taking us to the end, end, end
And that summer changed us
It’s best I admit that to myself
Stuck trapped in memories
The tragic tale of you and me

Can’t get back to the way we were
Nothing else mattered
It was us against the world
Back to the way we were
Nothing else mattered
It was us against the world

It was us against the world
Always us against the world

Now it’s just me
Sucking in that summer air
What a summer I had no care
How quick it all crashed down
Not willing to bend, bend, bend
And these struggles changed us
It’s best to admit that to yourself
Stuck trapped in memories
The tragic tale of you and me

That morning came too soon
What were we suppose to do
One choice torn in two
I know what you were put through
And I thought we had it
We didn’t have enough
We can’t go back
We’ll never go back now

This is the end. This is the end.

this song is intense, i fuckin love it. listen to it. the transition between the guitars and bass, and lyrics. double A mazing. i listen to this and think about life and death. i think about good things. i dont know. i am just amazed at these little things. time to rinse off the sexiness and go to work. later

his dudeness

andrew

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 17:20:48 GMT

fuck. shit. dammit. pain. tears of blood. hurt. suffering. craziness. death. love. hatred.

why.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Mon, 16 May 2005 18:48:27 GMT

my mood rings says i am the color blue. who knows what that means. not me. i just wear the mood ring because i just do.

once again. built up. then broken down. shattered into pieces. scattered all over the place. for all to see. what it is that makes me me. the different feelings. the different thoughts. all were alive then sent to death.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Thu, 12 May 2005 17:48:52 GMT

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

Friday, April 29, 2005

Fri, 29 Apr 2005 16:56:42 GMT

i dont know my purpose.

i dont know my reason.

i cant stop doubting.

i cant stop the questions.

that trouble my mind.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 18:15:58 GMT

i said farewell the other day. to someone i felt couldnt judge me that way. i guess i was wrong in many ways. but this that i go through is merely a phase. i know what i do doesnt please anyone. but i guess ive done it so much that we are done. i would not change a thing nor a thing to regret. i guess it was bound to happen ever since the day we met.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 18:51:46 GMT

so close but yet so far away. i miss the feeling. i miss it quite often. plain and simple. i miss her. survival of the fittest.

oh. random thought...when peeling a potato make sure you throw the peels away in the trash because they can clog the disposal.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 13:34:57 GMT

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Friday, October 08, 2004

Fri, 08 Oct 2004 16:24:26 GMT

the thoughts in my head, oh they are driving me insane. theyre making me do things, where i know im the only one to blame. but i know that if things were different, nothing would be the same.

so here i am in this place, where everything has gone wrong. but every time i see your face, all the pain i've ever felt is gone. there's just so much i have bottled up inside. i hope someday you'll understand, that you'll be strong enough to hold my hand.

how can you tell what it is, when all you do is never enough. you can try and try, but no one ever wins. i'm trying not to let it get to my heart, not to let it tear me apart. i'll never let you get away with it. i never want to feel this way again.