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:: 2004 17 June :: 11.07 pm

this is what your life has
been reduced to - a single room apartment containing no more than a mattress.
The strings have been removed from the blinds and all the outlets have been
painted over. The television screen is streaked with blood smeared from your
knuckles as you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated its
strength, or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. Startled by a knock
at the door you rise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can
only greet the visitor with one short statement. Hello my first name is
distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again. Hello my name is
distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again. Hello I really
don't care if I never wake up again. I really don't care if I never wake up

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:: 2004 13 June :: 9.38 pm

dont let anyone stand in front of what you want,the peak of all your beauty is limitless, dont mentaly let your faults creat who you really are.
"its so difficult to discover who you are and what you can if all the people around you think they know you"......thanks laura.....

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:: 2004 4 June :: 10.50 pm

You might be just what I need
No I would not change a thing
Been dreaming of this so long
But we only exist in this song
The thing is, I'm not worth the sorrow
And if you come and meet me tomorrow
I will hold you down, fold you in
Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live
I break in two over you
I break in two
And if a piece of you dies
Autumn, I will bring you back to life
Of course I see you
I do.


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:: 2004 28 May :: 10.16 pm

Its nights like these that keep us alive

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:: 2004 24 May :: 8.47 pm

*dancing in the strobelights*

corbin" dude, you just put your fingers in my mouth"

alex: "oh im sorry, i thought you were a chair"

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:: 2004 23 May :: 9.37 pm
:: Music: Between the buried and me

These hours seem like years...I've been staring at this wall, wondering
when it's going to take all of our lives. I'm just glad we have jokes. I
think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is
causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep...
This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first
adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from
conversation. (They're on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The
third adult is a male and talks too much. The stench of shit is in the
The room storms with laughter...fours turns into a hundred and the noise
is unbearable. "It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself
I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell...
I never wanted to wake to this. I hae experienced nothing, yet I feel I'm
the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to
change things...I can't fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE
noise STOPS.

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:: 2002 8 November :: 9.40 pm
:: Music: korn-A.D.I.D.A.S

well ya see that wally has started his own journal. im bored and have nothing to do. We saw the ring. Everyone told me that it was sooooooo scary. I sleped though half of it. lol. heather you should have come we had fun. oh well. ill talk tomorrow if i want.

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