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Damn. it. all.
04.03.06 (9:51 am)   [edit]
Oh fucking hell, I don't know what I want.
 
Haha.
11.10.05 (8:43 am)   [edit]
"Judge rules Detroit cannot pass law preventing retailers from renting or selling violent video games to youngsters, despite city officials' fears that it could eventually make Detroit a violent, inhospitable place."

and visit Fark.com for more interesting news.
 
Gym Class Heroes.
10.15.05 (9:51 am)   [edit]
So as you listen to this masterpiece, release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free, because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul thieves who will then sell them to Leprochan gold miners. It is only when your soul is taken away that you can take it back, and this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever... or does it? No, it does not.
 
Aphorism 2.
10.14.05 (12:01 pm)   [edit]
Happiness, like water, is always available, but so often it seems we'd prefer a different drink.
 
Back by popular demand!
10.13.05 (1:29 pm)   [edit]

Daily Aphorsims part 2!!!


Fanatics are the first to betray their beliefs in order to defend them.
 
Lie.
10.11.05 (1:51 pm)   [edit]
The dawn illuminates my breath.
A quiet murmor escapes me.
To reach your ear, it yearns the night;
The shrouding darkness of a lie.
Without this safety, fear it has,
that you may chew and spit it out.
Never know what it had to bring.
Return, and never speak again.
 
Truth.
10.06.05 (3:20 am)   [edit]

Yes. I figured I'd just post an answer instead of a question.
 
Mwa.
10.05.05 (12:56 pm)   [edit]
:P :D :o :) :shock: :( :cry:
 
Hmm?
10.04.05 (7:18 am)   [edit]
Remember "Daily Aphorisms"? Remember when a bunch of people read this blog, haha. Just a small glimmer of a memory that I thought Id share with anybody that remembers it as well.
 
What it needs.
10.03.05 (11:41 am)   [edit]
Loosely bound in thoughts we do not speak,
As unsurpressable as light of day.
Direction not found for those who seak.
Unwitting wanderers will find the way.
A path not found.
A mind unwound.
A word unsaid.
A man unfed.
A strong desire,
For passion's fire.
But still the wanting seems not be enough.
Allowances not given freely as a glance.
All this puts you in a defensive stance.
And now my sharpest edge is dull and rough.
 
curtain.
09.16.05 (3:34 pm)   [edit]

Like a brick you constitute the wall.


Like a wall you brick the will of all.
 
A word of advice.
09.13.05 (12:24 pm)   [edit]

A final thought, a great conviction.


All is lost in your addiction.


To dance their jig, to sing their tune,


Will herald your end far too soon.


So break away from their tight grasp.


Beware the venom in the asp.


And seek to find, within yourself,


To center your mind, restore your health.


A mantra spouted all too often


of vices that will make your coffin.


Words, voiced seperate of the mind,


A meaning buried, or none to find.


Through observing, it is all too clear.


Pay no heed to the shit you hear,


Let your mind in focus guide you,


Pray that it's the only thing you haven't lied to. 
 
Corridors.
09.12.05 (6:31 am)   [edit]

And I'll be the man at the end of of the corridor,


smoking a cigarette.


A Hallway with all of the overused doors welded shut,


save but one.


And that is the least inviting of them all.
 
Lilly.
09.08.05 (12:35 pm)   [edit]

Cold and lifeless, the lilly lies in the grass, detached from its birthi ng roots; The park is a bitter place this time of year. Surrounding the field before me, the edifices reach out towards the heavens, proclaiming themselves kings among ants. A child wisps past, his mother shouting words of caution. Around me, the skeletons of metal and stone watch, unyielding witnesses to all that has transpired for generations. The young boy pays no heed to his mother's warnings, and continues to barrel past me, onto Maple Street. The sound of screeching metal resonates behind me, and the towering guardians respond in turn. I close my eyes for but a moment, and grasp the slender stem of the lilly at my feet. The park is a bitter place this time of year.
 
The Ticker.
09.08.05 (7:23 am)   [edit]

2:01, the pale green light glimmers when,


submerged, I glance to the end of my arm.


2:02. Cold. Seeping into every pore, I taste


the silence that floats around me. 2:03. I,


you. We. Escape is not an option, it is not


a choice. Look to nothing but yourself. Science.


13:28. And still your words fall upon deaf ears,


Mark, our world is no place for a prophet.


Consumed by the cold flame of; they - die out.


And I drown. them out.
 
Ew.
09.04.05 (6:37 am)   [edit]

Oi, Im such an amateur. Ah well.


Cheers!