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Ah...another day...weather was awesome today. Went and saw Troy with my dad today....that movie is better than people have been telling me....what is it with people not liking movies if they're long? I liked it.
It's crazy driving around these streets....I keep thinking about how I used to ride my bike around certain neighborhoods and stuff...remembering stuff like that from when I was a kid/teenager and seeing how much my hometown has changed and grown. Messed up.

Speaking of messed up, I'm watching Monster's ball on HBO right now, and that movie is straight fucked up. Halle Berry just kind freaks me out in this movie. Oh well.

I don't really feel like hooking up and talking with my "best" friend while I'm down here. I just don't feel like dredging up all that bullshit from a couple months ago. Why is that when you get past shit, there are always people who want to bring you back to that point? I hate that.....But I will most likely go hang with him for a bit, though lord knows I ain't got no reason to. All I know is that guy has been lucky he has had the couple friends like myself and Brad, who put up with his shit.....this time's different though...I'm tired of dealing with it.....time to move on. Anyway....enough of this talk.

I'm getting worried about school....I still don't know what I want to go back for sure. Yea, I think I would kick ass at graphic design, but is that a real same field to go into? I dunno....someone wanna pick a career path for me....one that doesn't include food sevice, accounting, male stripping (not that I have the stats for that shit anyway), sex with animals or mortuary work....how do you become a hitman?

I'm not sure why I am fascinated with the lyric "nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight"...but I am...


I want to move to the marquesian islands...that would rule...be a beach bum and eat plants all day and swim...learn tribal tattooing or something

....one of those erratic postings.....


"This feels like falling out of secret spaces,
hands clutching stomachs,
your fingernail digs into my center, casting out guilty pleasure grins,
and your eyes don't seem to caress me the way they did yesterday, but I can still seem to lose myself
inside of your thoughts
words to end this always softly spoken, and honesty grants downward glances
killing in the green this is your tradition,
and mine to dwell on revalations(new and old)
still I'll cover these thoughts with shades of pink, for these are still my loving memories
impeding on your freedom with my one beauty"- me


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