hay people what is up. me nothing just reflecting on life and all. work is good i'm makeing some money. (having a job where you get tips is cool)
me and my ex are going to prom that should be fun. i'm going with my friend and his ex. wow
i've been kinda sad as of late but i think i'm fine now.
whats a quote and by whom is it
"If you only believe what your eyes can see then you should fear what your eyes are blind to" -me
me and my ex are going to prom that should be fun. i'm going with my friend and his ex. wow
i've been kinda sad as of late but i think i'm fine now.
whats a quote and by whom is it
"If you only believe what your eyes can see then you should fear what your eyes are blind to" -me
hello people i have been very busy i'll try to keep up with you guys more. life for me... well i need to get some shit worked out. i don't know whats going on any more. i'm sad but i can't find out why so for now i'm just trying to stay positive
this is someting that Henry Rolins wrote called Brick. i think this best discribe what i'm feeling right now
in my dream i die come back as a brick. yes as a brick. I'm logged in a wall built in 1951. my exposed side face the window of the woman i loved who turned me away years before. day after day i stare into her room, into her life, i turned her come and go, i see her with different men. i can not call out i can not move i am imbedded in sament. i can do nothing but silently and emotionlessly watch. i see her alone, some time she cries and hold her face in her hands. i am forced to watch endlessly. some time she stairs out the window and looks right at me. it is excruciating to look directly into her eyes and know that she does not see me. she only sees a wall. she leaves for weeks at a time and i wonder where she is, whose she with. i wait. all the other bricks are just bricks they do not speak they don't do any thing at all. it is only my discontent that makes me believe I'm alive at all. i have no arms no legs, i feel no hot no cold, i don not sleep i do not hunger or thirst, my face is a small rectangle of smooth red clay, anonymous. sometimes i think I'm a man merrily dreaming of being a brick but the days past, and i can see enough to know that i am indeed a brick in a large wall, on day she moves away. days turn into months and soon the first year of her absence arrives. in this time i've done nothing but make up every possibility of her return to my view a potential reality. five years past my mind has begun to drift i watch squirrels and birds, i see a few traffic accidents, a robbery, leaves explode into color and fall of the branches but at night when every thing is quite i think of her she is some where i am here, always here, not waiting just here. please do not let me live my life untouched and tormented. please help me escape the tragedy of my self. i in-vision my face contorted and agonized. wild eyed my mouth frozen in mid scream never able to say the truth for ever trapped to spend it in side solid black eternity embedded silent i identical to the hundreds of bricks around me.
this is someting that Henry Rolins wrote called Brick. i think this best discribe what i'm feeling right now
in my dream i die come back as a brick. yes as a brick. I'm logged in a wall built in 1951. my exposed side face the window of the woman i loved who turned me away years before. day after day i stare into her room, into her life, i turned her come and go, i see her with different men. i can not call out i can not move i am imbedded in sament. i can do nothing but silently and emotionlessly watch. i see her alone, some time she cries and hold her face in her hands. i am forced to watch endlessly. some time she stairs out the window and looks right at me. it is excruciating to look directly into her eyes and know that she does not see me. she only sees a wall. she leaves for weeks at a time and i wonder where she is, whose she with. i wait. all the other bricks are just bricks they do not speak they don't do any thing at all. it is only my discontent that makes me believe I'm alive at all. i have no arms no legs, i feel no hot no cold, i don not sleep i do not hunger or thirst, my face is a small rectangle of smooth red clay, anonymous. sometimes i think I'm a man merrily dreaming of being a brick but the days past, and i can see enough to know that i am indeed a brick in a large wall, on day she moves away. days turn into months and soon the first year of her absence arrives. in this time i've done nothing but make up every possibility of her return to my view a potential reality. five years past my mind has begun to drift i watch squirrels and birds, i see a few traffic accidents, a robbery, leaves explode into color and fall of the branches but at night when every thing is quite i think of her she is some where i am here, always here, not waiting just here. please do not let me live my life untouched and tormented. please help me escape the tragedy of my self. i in-vision my face contorted and agonized. wild eyed my mouth frozen in mid scream never able to say the truth for ever trapped to spend it in side solid black eternity embedded silent i identical to the hundreds of bricks around me.
my computer has been fucking up so that why i haven't been saying hi.
how are you people?
here is a peom i wrote a while back
love
Its going to be ok
You keep struggling to get free
But I'm still going to hold you down
Please listen to me
Its going to be all right
Im gonna love ya till you die
Ill make sure that youll be mine
So no one else can love you
So stop trying to get free
Youre making it harder for me
To keep you under
I know your suffocating
And as you body goes limp
Please think of how much I have loved you
Thats why I have to do this
This is purely out of love
This is going to make sure
That we stay to geather
That youll always love me
Cause Ill always love you
So I must kill you
because i love you
how are you people?
here is a peom i wrote a while back
love
Its going to be ok
You keep struggling to get free
But I'm still going to hold you down
Please listen to me
Its going to be all right
Im gonna love ya till you die
Ill make sure that youll be mine
So no one else can love you
So stop trying to get free
Youre making it harder for me
To keep you under
I know your suffocating
And as you body goes limp
Please think of how much I have loved you
Thats why I have to do this
This is purely out of love
This is going to make sure
That we stay to geather
That youll always love me
Cause Ill always love you
So I must kill you
because i love you
i saw against me last night. it was a god show short but good. such a cool crowd. whats up with you people
so i worked my first shift last night it was nice i have another one to night. only bad thing it monday-thursday i get out of work at 11and fryday and saterday i get out at 12 so no more social life 
so how are you guys doing i'm good my foot still kinda hurt but i can run on it now. fucking school is hard. well math is any way. well later guys.
oh my math teacher said that .999999 repeating = 1 i say no he says yes and its my job to findout how. any ideas?
so how are you guys doing i'm good my foot still kinda hurt but i can run on it now. fucking school is hard. well math is any way. well later guys.
oh my math teacher said that .999999 repeating = 1 i say no he says yes and its my job to findout how. any ideas?
hey people how goes it me i'm doing good i just changed a few things on my profile thing. so i start my traing for the espresso job today. i get a better vibe from this place then i do from costco.
look how beautiful this wood is Buckeye burl
i hope to have it on a bass latter in life
look how beautiful this wood is Buckeye burl
i hope to have it on a bass latter in life
uh ya i got the job. so what should i do?
seattle esspresso i get paid less but i know a lot of people that work there and the owner personaly and they need me.
costco i get paid more but it's far away, they dont need me and i don't know any one.
what should i do... i vote for seattle esspresso what are your inputs?
so how have you all been me i'm doing good
seattle esspresso i get paid less but i know a lot of people that work there and the owner personaly and they need me.
costco i get paid more but it's far away, they dont need me and i don't know any one.
what should i do... i vote for seattle esspresso what are your inputs?
so how have you all been me i'm doing good
hey people i'll up date a little later i have a job interview at 11 for a coffee place. i talk to you all later
this smilie reminds me off the sun from mario if it was happy. any way i think i got the job the guy said he would give me a chance so i think that means i got the job. the only down side is the job is 12 miles away. that ok though it just means i get more music time so people whats up in the world of SG
the teas are really good i really like the white tea. i got a job interview today. hopefally i will get the job. i'll work at costco making 10 an hour and 15 on sundays. so ya wish me luck any way how are you people doin
