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:: 2005 15 November :: 8.37 pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: .yourloveishauntingme.

Ohgodohgod. So.

I'm back/baby\. Malaysia couldn't saddle me forlorn & for long.

How I miss the You-Ess. It doesn't stay in the 9tees at nite.

1 .bloody kiss | .come get your knife.

:: 2005 12 September :: 9.08 pm
:: Music: somethingsomethingbackgroundnoisebzztbzzt

Let's fucking. rock.

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:: 2005 8 September :: 12.31 am
:: Mood: confused

Who was I when I wasn't what one would be worth when who had. /what I was\?

It's taking one-through-four-and-ever to get this damnedable kunstruckshun done. I am both one and two, one being happy for the money, and two back in the states. Only for a littlewhittlewhile. Don't get me /get me?/ wrong, the money is fab and I truly feel like I can spare random change here and there {yeswedonatedtoKatrina,yespleasestopasking} but /hu/manatee is not the same.

Sometimes I think I forget who I thinkIforgotIwas. I didn't want to be the man in charge of this business, I didn't want to be the only heir to grandmam's line of work, I didn't want the smog warnings and the gasmasks and the constant smell of wet cement.

But I now wear shorts on nearly. a daily basis. It's tootwotoo hot for much else. Advancement in technology, boys.

Come to Malaysia. We've got healthhazards. Only in Malaysia, we've got healthhazards, come see the healthhazards. Written out of the story, cut out of the picture:.//snip snip.

.come get your knife.

:: 2005 12 February :: 8.49 pm

mistur chompy [and his magical teeth]
I forgot about this place.

Needless to say in going back to Malaysia, some things were ruined. But that's where I am right now, obviously, and things aren't too{too} bad.

There was a boat overturned on my property. Picked up by the zoonam'i, I suppose. So now it's mine. Ruined, but mine. I think I'll leave it there for the animals.

I still want a komodo dragon for a pet. Mistur Chompy, I shall call him.

No more cold medicine, kthxbye. Odd state of mind now.

5 .bloody kisses. | .come get your knife.

:: 2004 25 December :: 10.54 pm

I wish I had someplace to go other than here. Because I'm wastingspacing [nolie].

I wish to fuck I could ____.
I'm nothing I used to be. Washup|pushover|streetwalkingfucknut.

Dad wasn't here to do the lights this year. Just like he wasn't here the past four years. I never thought a coffin would stop him. But it did.

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 20 December :: 2.01 am

Whyeye. Do seem to have completely forgotten who I am. But just LOOK.

3 Members Online - 20 Guests Online - view members

Why was the carpenter always forgotten?
.//And I do not mean JAAAAAAAAAYSIS. [Saidname of] a fellow in the trailer park who answers to such.

I can't think.analyze.or comprehend. I've lost my touch.
I've touched on my loss.
I don't think there's something to be won, anymore.


.come get your knife.

:: 2004 12 December :: 10.23 pm
:: Mood: relaxed
:: Music: electricpianoplease

.. women are, in fact, so much degraded by mistaken notions of female excellence, that I do not mean to add a paradox when I assert, that this artificial weakness produces a propensity to tyrannize, and gives birth to cunning, the natural opponent of strencth, which leads them to play off those contemptible infantine aies that ndermine esteem even whilst they excite desire. Let men become more chaste and modest, and if women do not grow wiser in the same ratio, it will be clear that they have weaker understandings. It seems scarcely neccessary to say, that I now speak of the sex in general. Many individuals have more sense than their male relatives; and, as nothing preponderates where there is a constant struggle for an equilibrium, without it has naturally more gravity, some women govern their husbands without degrading themselves, because intellect will always govern.

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 12 December :: 2.36 am

Piss piss piss piss piss piss piss piss piss piss piss piss.


Piss piss piss.

Vinegar vinegar.

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:: 2004 10 December :: 9.08 pm
:: Mood: peaceful

You bodyslutting wristcutting glamshams don't know the fucking [1/2] of it. Gethafuckoffmyserverowplease.

I rarely say please to be polite. It is a please .//so as to not do something. Fuck your jinglejangling "hellomydaywas"[were's//worse] and put depth in what you say.


It's like looking into a fucking magazine. Can't be pre:fectperfect without your eyeshadow and itotallyhate's, can you.

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 9 December :: 3.05 pm
:: Mood: disgusted

How glam0rwh0re this site has become. How elite. And I wanted another livejournaldeadjournalgreatestjournalblurty ripoff why, again?

Andy. You sellout.

How indie of you.

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:: 2004 21 November :: 4.11 pm
:: Mood: angry
:: Music: Green eyes.x.Coldplay

I wish there were a white rose in my heart. Then, with vines & tendrils & petals & blooms it would burst out. & then everyone would think it so



2 .bloody kisses. | .come get your knife.

:: 2004 16 November :: 2.51 am
:: Mood: envious
:: Music: hurt.x.nine inch nails

People worry constantly of rapists.//pedophiles\\o-files.

But there's a girl I know who I |c|w|sh|ould simply strap down and harry. & rape. Her name is common|Her parents are my friends.|That girl is too good for that boy.

So common. Too good for too bad //twobad\\. Somewhere along the line I'll see to it I tell her. But not now.

Just gave her a gift of hematite. Necklace. and bracelet. She's beyond me. 7teen is too young.

I would give it all just to see her smile

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 6 November :: 3.55 am
:: Mood: crushed
:: Music: you'rethewaveyou'rethewaveyou'rethewave

.//The blushing gashes press together. The lips of the cut cease to kiss. And the razor seperates the lovers.


...Did I let myself end up?

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 5 November :: 12.12 am
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: mondaymonday.x.mamas and the papas

i return to bushland sundaysunday[lalaaaaaaaaa, lalalala] can't trust that day. maybe this time they won't FUCKUPMYFLIGHT. & won't go haha mea chinesea man, sranty eyes ahaaaa, eeta dog to supporta famiree.

..because the truth is, i lack a |proper| family & it don't matter what i eat. but i do eat anything i don't have to cook or catch.

i'm going to go bang my head against a wall and start calling the construction workers fucking morons. they don't understand english very well. how's that for-a funnee chinesea man, HARRUUUUUUUUUUUU!?11

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 26 October :: 7.38 pm
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: whitebrzzzzzzz

just..reopened the hole for my tonguering. bymyself, that is.

i tried to take a picture of the hole, of [the blood] and nearly passed out. shock[andsurprise]isuppose. what the fuck happened to the person who used to stick his thumb in someone's heart? wipe away blood from gashes to put in lastminute stitches? laugh and tell people to be calm, becalmplease, stop crying?

i don't ever remember hearing my heartbeat so fast. it grew like a pain over my chest and i only heard.saw.felt. whitenoise. everywhere. i thought i was having a heart attack.

iguesstheywon. i lose.

i don't think i've ever felt worse about admmmitting to defeat.

2 .bloody kisses. | .come get your knife.

:: 2004 22 October :: 6.28 pm
:: Mood: infuriated
:: Music: and i think to myself----

you know that [sound[noise[feeling] when you scratch dry skin? it wouldn't be a question if i were sure of myself. but this is more for myself to recordrewingandreflect because i sure as hell won't be this calm again.notforawhile.

i *just* found out the man who my ex-fiance[e] is living with purposefully fucked things up between us. and poured bad to[into] her. and this.andthat.and.

soithink.when i come home./with my knives\. i will kill him. and go back to malaysia. and never feel the [hearse]worse for it. and never step foot in this fucking cuntree again. the funnyfunnyhaha thing is that i never expect to get charged with murder. he's a waste of breath and i fucking intend on taking it away from him.

bigwords. less than two weeks until i'm back in the states. let's see how well i do.

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 19 October :: 2.01 am
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: breakingmybackjusttoknowyourname

that would be nice.

headache. this headache is brought to you by GUESSWHO. hivile. youvilevile.

i miss working as an EMT. malaysia is so differingring-rent from americuh and just. wow. fuck. it's so fucking busy here. i don't think anybody believes me about my heritage/profession/voice/etcetera but. grandma's sick, it's a fairy tale of the only grandson who inherits the fortune. the grandson is not, however, supposed to go to malaysia and tell people to stop conn[ive]ing him out of money.

my name is art. but i'm artistically challenged.
i wish i could draw Vile as I see him. a nagha with littlelittlearms and blades for hands. a beaklike mouth with longblacktongue. spines going down his back like a mane to the snaketail. allwhite with pink stripes and beadyredeyes.

ohgod. i love [&hate] him so. i see the tail and want it to twist around me until i suffocate.

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 6 October :: 11.16 am
:: Mood: ignored
:: Music: clikityclikityclikityclakclikityclikityclikityclackclikityclikityclikityclackclikityclikityclikitycl

i stayed this long, i ain't leaving now.

..but where the fuck are you guys? seriously. i'm getting lonely and resorting [read:vacationing] to stabbing my hand with a pen every so often.

i nearly typed 'sab' and thought of suspensionrings.

noreally. you guys were my only frieeeeeends. sadsadsad. now i'm going to have to make my journal all cutesy and shit to attract flies[people] so i can suck them dry of VITALJUICES. like jamba juice. lifejuice. mmmvampires.

iwasn'trambling. maybe i should step off the podium. shit.

edit: i hope everyone knows how they got removed from the woohu server. im going to go cry. i miss crowebasalt and whatthefuck, i don't know how to get a hold of her.


3 .bloody kisses. | .come get your knife.

:: 2004 27 August :: 4.43 pm
:: Music: beatlessomethingsomething

nobody remains here. Andy said it best. times have changed and now all of woohu is silent.



but at least i'm back in america after a fucking TIE-PHOON delayed a flight for three days. fukcnig tifoon omgfuxxz.

.come get your knife.

:: 2004 10 August :: 3.28 am
:: Mood: lazy
:: Music: angrynoisesangrynoises

coming back to americuh on.thatdate. which i conviniently forgot. as for now, i feel lazy and i want a small gun. the humidity is

[nottoanyoneherethankyou]:don't think you're better than us, you pinkpolkadotwhitecunt, because i will FUCK.YOU.UP. deragatory statements i can only take in small batches before i decide you and your pussyposse can go fuck yourself on railroad spikes.

go sucka cock and get glockedandclocked. ANGRYLOUDNOISES.

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