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Name: jacob
Gender: Male
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Expertise: being an ninja, airsoft, games, govonrments, philosipfy, (not spelling) being an asshole, answering random questions.
Occupation: being lazy
Industry: hanging out
Message: message me
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AIM:  jerryami
Member Since:
8/4/2006
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| heart of darknessso as i read
i seem to see
a parallel to them and me
and it could be
for the sake of pure complicity
that i am another fake
a life to live
inside my head
so simple i am filled with dread
that they and i
could coincide
so similar in all our ways
and i could live out all my days
without feeling such fear
that the self that i hold so dear
is in fact a fake
but what does it take
these ties to shake
before my conscience will will break
and the next step i will make
sends me falling to the past
but perhaps where i should be
is with memories of me
before i betrayed my decree
to always be myself
memories may help to find
a source of solace for my mind
but i cannot change what Ive done
i cant undo what Ive become
Kurtz, the devil, as a snake
with a silver toung the fangs you take
my innocence is simply fake
i hate this thing that Ive become
but from my own thoughts i cant run
i cant hide from my heart of darkness
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| tie$ that bindi do believe
that you believe
that i conceive
to you bereave
well i berate
cause those that hate
can barely wait
to eviscerate
those that perpetrate
pontificating paper plates
and it makes me quite irate
when pulverizers palpitate
and others can control our fate
who will bear the weight
of watching clock stop not botching
when in fact
for years strident stewards have stood
shining staunchly over simple serfs
and seraphim have slowly slinked
into the somnolent shadows.
well as our souls go to gallows
my face grows sallow
but i know my fear is but the mallow
of the force that others follow
so instead of showing my dread
i dig inside my head
and feed the fear that fires fed
to the anger in my mind
which indeed is why you'll find
no lack of rage stuck in my rhymes
for fear of fiends and haunted dreams get in my head
and as such they seem to paralyze my mind with dread
i cannot think,
what has been said?
i draw a blank on what Ive read
but i realize that as time flies
no one seems to care
that the information isn't there
and it is this that which warrants rage
my quiet riot on a page
in hopes that one day, in our age
a people will rise up to see
the truth
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| got a jobman, i have good grades, im publishing my own magazine, and now i have a job
this is weird.
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| dupedwell, i jumped the gun, now im 3 friends in the hole and working hard to apologize, a certain someone wont talk to me anymore, but thats ok because it was her lies that got me into this mess. i feel bad. hindsight is 20/20 and i was an idiot, i shuld have known he was too good to do that to someone.
i feel like an ass
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| stuff for things a corner with a candelstick sends fleeting figures dancing at a gentel gust we simply must be free abandoning the prioritys the disambigious frivalitys the time and its realitys with death and its impertenence who wants a life of repetence of waitin, wondering decadance so blinded by mere elicance you wont have any fun | | |
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