slug123's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lifes Hard From east to west 2:00 p.m. - 2006-03-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Collide-a-scope Don't know what it is, but it helps me cope 2:21 a.m. - 2006-03-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- People Are Made Of Sh*t People always say 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 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Barefoot Cafe The place down the street is called the cafe bouquet. 1:39 a.m. - 2006-03-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. 1:20 a.m. - 2006-03-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it;'s a cold and it's a broken hallelujah, The world sparkles from the skyline down, 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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