well... i've arrived. i have to use a stupid fucking "morale center" to use a computer now. this place blows... and yes, as per my previous journal entry, i am living out of my bags, i havent unpacked a damn thing. fuck this country. oh yeah, and i found out i'll be here until early summer instead of march. once again, fuck this country. damn, i can't wait to be home again... i need to find a new girlfriend... time for me to grow up, i guess... but i'm still going to throw mad parties... so what's up with all you people?
"if god were to put himself into the life that he has condemned man with, he would kill himself."
-alexander dumas
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well, it's been awhile, but I'd figure I'd try my hand at writing again... buckle up... (for safety)
Ahem... *blows into tuning harmonica*
TV light flickers
advertising screams
cheesy grins and tweed suits
'I can give YOU the deal of the century!'
everything is not enough
MORE and FASTER
is all that is wanted
nothing is enough to
the starving, media fed
monster
ONE MORE TIME!!!
time is running out. i am running out of time. why it it the best things in life are so fleeting? short. short like this filipino guy i know. my time is almost up and there is nothing i can do about it. the calls echo up the stairs, hey numbah thirteen, time up, i told ya five minutes ago. why does everything fall apart? the center does not hold... remember, i would die for you
*whew*
wow, that was, uh, interesting. it's been five years since i've written anything even remotely poetic, so don't be too harsh.
"if god were to put himself into the life that he has condemned man with, he would kill himself."
-alexander dumas
**********************************
well, it's been awhile, but I'd figure I'd try my hand at writing again... buckle up... (for safety)
Ahem... *blows into tuning harmonica*
TV light flickers
advertising screams
cheesy grins and tweed suits
'I can give YOU the deal of the century!'
everything is not enough
MORE and FASTER
is all that is wanted
nothing is enough to
the starving, media fed
monster
ONE MORE TIME!!!
time is running out. i am running out of time. why it it the best things in life are so fleeting? short. short like this filipino guy i know. my time is almost up and there is nothing i can do about it. the calls echo up the stairs, hey numbah thirteen, time up, i told ya five minutes ago. why does everything fall apart? the center does not hold... remember, i would die for you
*whew*
wow, that was, uh, interesting. it's been five years since i've written anything even remotely poetic, so don't be too harsh.
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punishme:
hey dude, just checking in on you.....so sorry about you staying in the sandbox until summer, god that blows. elwood will probably be back there with you, you know. be careful....is there anything we can send you? if so, please let us know.
kennedy77:
