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why are you reading my journal when you could be reading Kerouac?

you silly computer geek, you.

"how can you sleep at night? (as it falls apart)"
sparta, "cut your ribbon"

seriously, read a fucking book.
now.

(sorry to be so stern. cheers kids.)

if it weren't for music, i would've offed myself years ago. in these volatile times, it's the only thing that i can uncompromisingly place my trust and faith in. it doesn't let me down. it's always steadfast and willing to serve.
i'm asking my suicidefriends to help me with something. first, i want to know one album that's changed your life. then, i want you...
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i'm getting a new guitar!!!!!!!!!!!!

(sorry that doesn't thrill all of you, but c'mon and join me in my splendor, please?)

it's a fender telecaster (for those who don't know, it's that guitar that bruce springsteen always plays, and if it's good enough for the boss......) and it's a lovely shade of purple with a fake mother-of-pearl pickguard. it plays like a fucking dream.

it's...
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i love my dirty little city.
from the crumpled brick alleys to the ever changing crew of street crazies, i feel a bond with saint petersburg.
maybe it's because kerouac died here.
maybe his soul has invaded mine (i have been drinking a lot of scotch lately).
every night before i go to sleep, i partake in some herbal refreshments and go stand on my...
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i've decided to give up watching t.v.
it tells me what to think, and i don't like that.
i'm challenging you to do the same.
you're too smart for it.
throw it out the window.
go ahead.

i dare you.

"have you ever seen the things that go on outside?"
piebald, "just a simple plan"

cheers kids.

i'm having those thoughts again.
it must be the winter.
those "who are my real parents" thoughts.
the cold always provokes them.
don't get me wrong, life could be a lot worse. i mean, i was adopted at birth, have two wonderful parents (and rest of family), and no real emotional scars attatched. so why care that my birth parents are still floating about in...
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yeah, that's me in front of the fridge.

fucking original, eh?

"don't worry now because it's under control....."
hot hot heat, "bandages"

i'm too inebreiated to make sense right now, so this is all you get today, kids.

"where's your anger?
where's your fucking rage?
watered down senses lost....."
boysetsfire, "after the eulogy"

cheers kids!

i'm not emo.
i'm not metal.
i'm not goth.
i'm not grindcore.
i'm not a raver.
i'm not pop.
i'm not old wave.
i'm not anything.

i'm james.

who are you?

"i'm just a square going nowhere."
descendents, "i'm not a punk"

i've decided on greatness. i won't stand for anything less than pure genius. i will not accept normalcy. i will pursue life with unmatched fervor and ferocity. i will endanger myself often, with little regard for my well being. i will say no often. take this manifest. now, swallow.

"keep your eyes open."
fugazi, "kyeo"