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[01 Nov 2006|02:08am] |
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Well today was Halloween. At Zane Grey there was this little carnival; my friends and I ate candy and cake; played some games. Later on Jerry, the dead king crunk, Zack, and Arielle the sexy cop came to my house and we went trick or treating in my neighborhood. We got a good amount of candy, some old people gave us home made pretzel fingers. After that we went to Johnny's party, got crunk and hung out with all the kids. I'm at Arielle's house right now; I'm not going to school tomorrow because I'm exhausted and I hate school, all I do is read, which is why I brought my book, Angela's Ashes, to read so I won't get bored. Tonight was so fun. Jerry the burnt random pimp and Heather the true boy scout because of her real blood. MOST MEMORIES. <3
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[30 Sep 2006|02:43pm] |
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i have a fat lip and a fractured nose. who gets jumped by 20 bro kids? hahha shit i'm never defending my friends at parties anymore. i was drunk and wanted to fight but it was still a little unfair. i waited in a cold emergency room for 4 hours but it was okay because katie stole all of the hospital supplies and arielle was there for me to lean on.
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[14 Sep 2006|04:32pm] |
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mars volta |
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Viscera Eyes defined
Don't let me
Don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent(healing)thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Your father shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die
In your viscera(organ cavaties esp. abdomenal)eyes
Cataracts(waterfalls)close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Stains fall into the brick wall severed
Four of them were watching
While the other three did hide
The culprit(one guilty of a crime)spat the seed
From a podium of glass
Shattering the sigil(magical image)
That you thought was carpe diem-tized
Wait! I've seen the ark shake from your mnemonic(intended to assist the memory)tongue
But the braile that you weave of itself, it shall read aloud
Yes it will
I said she's falling, she's still falling
But no one wants to come
She's crawling, she's still crawling
On your burial ground
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