Friday Sep 02, 2005

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the sounds are unfamiliar only to the local registries. razor point to affect? has my ugliness finally met your door keep? a wide smile means something a little less.

my chemicals infringe upon my body, holding to me, unable to speak. and i am so weak. my mind and a handfull of roulette.

Friday Sep 02, 2005

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puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke

Wednesday Aug 24, 2005

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Sillouhette, burning sun.
Shades drawn to curtain warming beneath a ray.
Topographical reveals the underside, nature.

Severed heads, rolling array.
Unison varies through the complexity, that beauty.

Coughing to gasp isn't necessary,
it just happens sometimes.

see.
transmutated:
Good god, I love it. I just checked out the myspace shit. Its like new old skinny puppy. I think I'm in love...Whens the album due? You guys ever drift out of OR? You get the "Favorite" journal award from me. Thats bad ass.

Oh yea, if you want a web page for your project, I can do it for you. I got all the server space you could really want and its all mine, so no charge. Just maybe slide me a CD when it comes out. Email me sometime on it.

[Edited on Aug 25, 2005 9:29AM]
uswer8024082082084:
I
love
cubed

Wednesday Aug 24, 2005

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Am I your black hole or just somewhere to put it?

Besides, if it doesn't feel good don't do it.

So, then it just lies dormant, till awoken by the nothingness, waiting to creep out to consume our breathe. And that's the frustrating thing...to be the reason for your unrest, your lack of drive towards creativity, the antidote to your magik.

If I go, will...
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transmutated:
I fucking love your journal. Sounds alot like something you would hear on a Chemlab record minus all the technology mumbo jumbo. Ever done any music projects?
london:
nice pic meow

Monday Aug 15, 2005

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The road has lead us to places beyond our desires. Overcome by them we've given in, to play as the puppets of our flowing dreams. Experiences to take me far into the future, with skill may I utilize my history to further my destiny.

I never thought it would be easy. I never thought things would always work out. Somehow they always did. Maybe it...
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Saturday Jun 11, 2005

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Peace: love it or hate it.
Orgasm: I think we know how we all feel about that.

Don't do it cuz it's the right thing. Do it cuz you want it. And hell what better time to do it "cuz everyone else is doing it"? The rest will work itself out.




ORGASM 4 PEACE

JUNE 15, 2005

Everybody, all over the world....COME TOGETHER!

You too...
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uswer8024082082084:
I'll be infertile on the 15th.
hahahahahahahahahahahah tongue kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss
uswer8024082082084:
you're going to hell for not writing in your journal enough. I'll be dragging you by your toes.

Monday Jun 06, 2005

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ah shit, the trackrails seem to be seperating around the bend, sending this rollercoaster into a trainwreck. but i guess i'm at home. Enough with structure, enough with stability, security and the expected. They've trained me well in the arts of my modwheel pitchbending crosshairs, time to fire away at will without prejudice.

I've always wanted to say,
"I think i'll drop out and join...
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germany:
joining the cirkus is for the rats.. let's go
uswer8024082082084:
a reach around,
a sign,
a series of unexplainable events,
and total societal collapse
coming soon to a planet named you.


skull

Saturday Apr 16, 2005

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well, the faces are bieng grinded off and the fumes create a sweet odorific luster. But this is the nature of the beast. To swoon and court, drawn and quartered we are carried off to roasting pit. apples in our mouths and the chants growing louder, the smell of hunger in the air. can we feed an army, or just a family for the night?

oink
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london:
i like the profile pic- its creepy. n stuff.
uswer8024082082084:
So what do you want from me then, mister?
'Cause I'll be needing those panties back.

Tuesday Mar 29, 2005

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I am amongst you.

Describable yet, unrecognisable.

I'm walking in and i'm not saying i'm here.

Will you find me?

Are you as me?

Who am I?

london:
welcome to our world!
uswer8024082082084:
FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!! mad mad mad