Maybe I could write, and the worlds would not come out all wrong. I went to this bar, it was womens night and they ripped my fucking head off. Or was that just me and all my imaginary friends. We had such ggod plans for the weekend. that never happened.
Drink, after all it is raining outside. Nobody seems to be after me, except my...
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hazelscum134:
What up slut? Fuckin' nintendo called yesterday, they finally are gonna give me a job I guess. So it's viva seattle for a bit longer, hope it finally pans out!!! Another twist in the daily life of I, just when I think I've figuredout wtf, and another fuct curve comes along. Well i guess thats the part of life they forgot to tell us when they were teaching us to tie our shoes and count to 10. why didn't they say, when you think all is well, watch the fuck out cause it's about to change drastically. Those fucks... Well stay dry and stay drunk! Watchout for stalkers!!hehe
I guess it is not what I needed.
Apparently someone else seems to know what I need more then I do.
I do not believe that things like this are so easy. Sort of like the girl I just met, she is not really an object, more like an animal, something that breathes but isn't real. Well not quite, just a drunker then you are...
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Apparently someone else seems to know what I need more then I do.
I do not believe that things like this are so easy. Sort of like the girl I just met, she is not really an object, more like an animal, something that breathes but isn't real. Well not quite, just a drunker then you are...
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hazelscum134:
Hey scumbag, another crazy day in the mind of samuel woodbury I see. Glad to see you haven't completely blown your lid. Or well atleast you can still act like yyour still sanish. You write some cool shit, it's weird seems a good amount of my thoghs comeout of your mouth. Must of been all the water back home, or all that shit beer(OLYMPIA) we drank at school. I'm not to sure what I'm doing as far as my life is concerned. I really want to finish school and get my life started, but what the fuck is the fun in that? And this whole hookin' back up w/ lori also blows my mind. I was so ready to leave and then in like 2 weeks everything changed again. What the fuck?? I've even trying not to get absolutly smashed everytime I go to the bar. Weird pains and thoghts streaming through me, I wish I could just figure that myself out first 
Drink more, fuck more, live more, right? There seem to be no winners in this game tonight. It just a small battle where no one fights fair. If drinking was to make me survive I think I would do just fine. But regardless, another smokey weekend, same old shit that never ends. I am begging to become repulsed by the ones that surround me, except...
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And so I attempted to play music with a cellist tonight. How strange it must be to be so trained to do exatly what you are told to do. But the root is there, that desire to create, but how do I exploit that. I suggested drugs and she just look at me. But Am I so wrong I think not, Freedom from laws, hell...
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A walk in the gardengrowth, life crushing underneath my feet, to feel the mosture so close, so personal, what a sham.
I seem to be surving by the all too special powers of caffine and alcohol, and yet would I want or ever expect anything less.
The ungoing saga that could be my life.
but instead The clouds shroud me and my movement through life....
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I seem to be surving by the all too special powers of caffine and alcohol, and yet would I want or ever expect anything less.
The ungoing saga that could be my life.
but instead The clouds shroud me and my movement through life....
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It is like a count down to extinction. The death dealer comes around once a again. It seems That he has missed me once again, but I want to feel the pain. If the last moment of life is the longest, Why can't I live forever.
A count down to extiction, but it never seems to come, at least not for me. A bottle has...
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A count down to extiction, but it never seems to come, at least not for me. A bottle has...
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It was the anger in the eyes of so many cute girls right before they elbowed me in the ribbs.. I saw juliet lewis and the licks last nice, she rocked, how unbelievably sexy. What happened to crowds at rock shows. Everyone is so violent in such an aggresive way. I have to admit I lkind of like it, But I am kind of a...
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A war of words it has become. It is not a battle lost, but a batle that has yet to come that comsumes me. The light that I have been trying so hard to avoid has not gone out yet. It seems that if we start a war then the time for compassion is gone. All that is left is to kill them all. But...
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could it be that the gates of hell have opened up to swallow us whole? It seems more likely that lucifers demons stepped out, looked around, shook their heads and went back. Evil now walks among us. It has the face of virtue and goodness. To want so much and to receive so little , that is my motto of the day. A breif moment...
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Prehaps this will be another mindless thought about my eventual death. But that doesn't even register as anything remotely relevant anymore. But yesterday was halloween, my most favorite day of the year. Why is it that The things I find most attractive, vampire girls, fishnets hot shoes and corsets seem to be only found in certain dark corners and no where else. And why do...
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If only I were president. Would I make the world a better place? most likely not. But that is not my place. I am here to speed up our tragic ending. The world does not need to be improved it needs to be destroyed. And with so many people watching it would mean so much more.
If I was a disease, could I infect you?...
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emilyjay:
Sorry to not get back to you, Iw as out of town for a while... Back now, but not mentally yet! Whats happening?!
Just writing, I need that juice, the energy that only can be gotten from others misery. Well not quite, but its worth a shot.
If a tired brain could seem to ever mind what the body wanted to say. I think that only then could I truly understand what I really am. This fixation with death , where does that come from. It seems to...
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If a tired brain could seem to ever mind what the body wanted to say. I think that only then could I truly understand what I really am. This fixation with death , where does that come from. It seems to...
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