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hmmm

Been doing a lot more writing at livejournal. Diaryland just seems so.. empty, like every second link is dead. Of course, I still plan on reading here, and I'll probably make the occasional post. http://absurdpoet.livejournal.com

9:34 a.m. - 2006-03-08

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Lifes Hard

From east to west
goes the sun in the sky.
Rose above the rest,
left them like "who's this guy"
Completed the tests
and then proceeded to get high.
Defeated your best,
messed them up.
I guess that's life¿
I guess that's why
maybe you're obsessed
with the female chest,
it's like every sec
ond word is a tit or a breast
c'mon, lets see something original
lets create something sublime and subliminal
lets see songs that have rhymes without criminals
and bass lines that sound kinda rhythmical.

2:00 p.m. - 2006-03-06

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Collide-a-scope

Don't know what it is, but it helps me cope
with loosing my mind, being out of my scope.
Loosing time, you might find that I'm loosing hope...

...but it all falls apart when life collides with dope
...better pray you don't find the note that she wrote
...yeah it all comes together like a kaleidoscope

2:21 a.m. - 2006-03-06

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People Are Made Of Sh*t

People always say
"I couldn't do that", til they do
And people always say
"wouldn't do that if I were you."
People always say that
they will always stay true.
People say a lot of things,
but then I'm a person too.

The lies in my life were infectious
cause they start,
with one part,
and moved on to the rest of it.
it's not that I'm too upset by this
left to guess'n
maybe there's a lesson to all of this.
Follow this train. Off the deep end.
Work 5 days just to make it to the weekend.
Swallow this pill, try and get some sleep and
don't concentrate on this state of being weakened.

2:08 a.m. - 2006-03-06

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Barefoot Cafe

The place down the street is called the cafe bouquet.
And the sign says they serve breakfast all day.
I'd love to meet you there; I don't know what to say.
My feet are bare under my boots; My eyes, cold and grey.

People stare. That's okay, I don't mind.
You don't care, you say you just need to unwind.
Life's not fair. But it's okay, we've got time.
What a pair, a couple here to eat brunch at bedtime.

...mmmmm brunch.....

1:39 a.m. - 2006-03-05

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Fashion Fascists

So the entries are fixed. Well, they work at least. Somehow I ended up with a webblog style, but that's ok, I'm working through it.

All of the suicide kings and fashion fascists
are ready to burn like a pack of matches.
The narcissist blinded by camera flashes
saw his soul in the lake; died when he tried to catch it.
I:
...drink loneliness from this ocean of obscurity.
...try to coexist with all your immaturity.
...fly through the mists composed of insecurity.
...wish you'd put away your overstated purity.

1:20 a.m. - 2006-03-05

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it;'s a cold and it's a broken hallelujah,

The world sparkles from the skyline down,
the girl marvels at the things I've found.
lost my marbles though, they roll around
and I can't think straight when they're on the ground

I wish it was warm, but it's not,
it's cold as hell out.
Tried to climb a tree touched the top
and then I fell out.

Life's being going all right. I've been missing a lot of work recently, but that's ok. I'm just taking my vacation 2 hours at a time.
It's this fucking weather, my mood swings with the mercury. Makes me, well.. sluggish :-)I

Listening to: Tricky- How High. These two are fucking amazing. I haven't been able to download any of their songs completely, but I've listened to the first 28% of this track more times than I care to admit.
Jotd : A company of marines are standing at attention in front of the drill sergent.
The sergent yells "Allright all you maggot eating idiots, fall out!"
The marines all file down the path, except for one. The drill sergent, furious, marches over to the marine, right in his face.
The marine smiles, and says
"Sure were a lot of em, huh Sir?"

Talking 'bout a revolution
sounds like a whisper.

Seen all kinds of evolution
but I still miss her.
A problematic solution
hides in the mist; Her
father taught her to call no man Mister.

ps. The first line is from a Tracy Chapman song. Betcha didn't see that one comin.
Listening to: CCR's version of Heard it Through the Grapevine. I'm determined to listen to it all the way through this time.

I was having trouble with my diaryland, but putting these 5? entries together hammered out the problem.BR>

laugh last
Laugh last; You're garaunteed to laugh louder.
Act fast; these things explode like black powder
but that's past; or at least I thought it was.
Sick of being quiet, but it makes no difference 'cause...
There are somethings you just have to face;
My fate's just a new path to the same place.

Just a taste

Softspoken, nice and quiet
most people find me affable.
Looking back on July it
seems so fucking laughable.
Still need to find a reason,
tried to find a balance.
Waiting for a change of season,
looking for a challenge.
I was just another loser.
Never knew it was a race.
Her, a substance abuser;
Started out with just a taste.

...man it always starts with just a taste...

A poem I once wrote, for English 20 or 30 (get that.) Just to test if adding an entry fucks shit up.

Lucid Lucy's wide awake
cause she's hyped up on speed
she's got another pill to take;
nightmares require sleep.
She thinks her life's coming apart,
tearing at the seams.
Lucid Lucy's pill shaped heart
still won't let her dream.

So it does fuck shit up. I'm just going to hope this fixes itself tommorrow. I know it's date/time related.

I got these words on my mind both sublime and subliminal
a sound that you'll find both rhymin and rythmical.

9:53 a.m. - 2006-03-01

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