warmth

I was going to write something meaningful here, but I'm not going to pretend. My bed is so cold.

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swish

My mind took me back today, very quickly to that one time with some one on some beach just like all the rest and I thought of kelp washing in and out with the waves on the shore. that's all it ever does, once it's lost its grip on the cold rocky floor of the sea.

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from kim jong to 2pac

Kalashnikov's design is the most widespread weapon in the history of mankind. It's most important feature is simply extra weight at the end of the barrel, minimizing bounce
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lose your mind at MySpace.com

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fall sale
Current mood: happy

The only thing I remember about being a kid is falling. I fell into the duck ponds at the arboretum before I knew how to swim. My dad pulled me out, and it was after my parents split so he didn't get yelled at, which is cool. When my mom and I were living in a rich lady's back house I fell from the top of the stairs by the front porch. I was trying to reach some wild strawberries, but I just ended up punching some dirt with my face. The rich lady's husband got me a toy car I could actually sit in. I think he didn't want my mom to feel bad about the one my dad had bought me. I would ride it around on their big driveway with their big dog running around chasing me. In the fall the liquid amber leaves would cover the ground like fire waiting to be crunched under my wheels all over the driveway. Nothing can buy back carefree times like those, when I was too ignorant to be embarrassed. I think I would rather live in a back house than a tract house. I wonder what happened to the rich lady and her husband, if they still don't worry about anything, or if they're together anymore, or if they're even alive.
I hope in the end I can say that I made just as much money, and gave it away so that some other people might just breathe easier if only for a day.
I am what happens when a man sleeps with his secretary, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Not in the light of the moon, listening to the wind whispering through the pines as cold air kisses warm cheeks and soft lips.

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click
Current mood: sore

so then comes that part where you're just sitting there holding a phone as if it could help you from drowning in the well you've fallen into. You go to a bar to relax and have a drink, but the people in this town can smell solitude better than thier own stink. You sit in the corner and any laughter in the room is especially loud and cutting, maybe directed at you, but fuck 'em. You sit there getting halfway through one thought over and over and over and then you realize that time has indeed caught up with you, and fuck, it's going to win the race, just because it does every time. it is time. It will force you to do its bidding. It will mold you into your future self. It will be there for everything, from fleeting joy to stagnant pain and before you know it you're it's bitch just because it gave you a taste no matter if you asked for it or not. In the end it will kill you, too; just so that it leaves no doubt in your mind as to who was running the show all along while you were sitting there holding a phone drowning in the misery it delivered to you.
Those things can be turned around by a stripper's smile though, for at least an hour just because everyone knows not what time it is, but what time does.

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sheesh
Current mood: okay

totally coked out hipsters drag their sand bagged boots through the hills of hollywood pretending to be white trash instead of rich jewish socialites. I don't buy it, not because I'm broke, but because I've never seen them in my neighborhood, where all the real honkies live whether they like it or not. The bars open at 6 am, the bikers are neo-skins, and the wash is where all those dreams die, the dreams of little girls from Ohio or wherever good girls are from. They came to be famous but get famous for pretending to cum once they let go of hope just in time to pay the rent. Everything ends up in the wash. Granite from the mountains, even working girls who just couldn't go any longer. Fall brings the loons, floating on the mossy water, bobbing under the surface to gobble up souls and maybe shit them out somewhere better like the foothills only to slide back down the slopes into wash where everything ends up.

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nephites and all that jazz
Current mood: horny

today my stepdad informed me of a supersecret insideous plot made clear to him by...the Book of Mormon. Apparently, the Nephites and Lamanites have been at it for centuries, having all sorts of wars thousands of years ago.The BofM says that a third one will ensue, after heretics infiltrate the nation of god's people, posing as fellow sheep. I bet the bad guys are "especially tanned", too. This is better than any shit I ever saw on 24, let me tell you. Plus, while I'm hearing this story, I can't help but imagine Pat Buchanan busting a nut all over Barara Bush's face before drinking the blood flowing from her jugular. If kids from America will kill themselves for a fuckin' girlfriend or dress size or whatever, I'm really not surprised that kids in a totally downtrodden country would kill themselves just for a slim chance at taking out some motherfucker that represents everything in his world gone wrong. Thats us I'm talking about. The people selling sex, gluttony, racism, fear, death, and greed. Everything is OK, though, people! you can be saved! The next time you see two strangely vacant looking young men riding bicycles through your hood, stop and talk to them. They won't have any purple kush, but they do want to show you their big, fat, bulging love of Jesus Christ. If you listen to them and join their club, they can get you a ticket to heaven. And don't worry about the polygamy thing, that's only a couple freaks in Utah. All you have to do is become a xenophobic moron who's only counter to an argument is waving a book in the air, forgetting that on one of the pages in the front it says we are "all children of god". If she's real, she's gonna be really fuckin' pissed we're killing everybody in the family.

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hahahaha!!!!

Check this out....Jew are a total Chabadass!!!!! Fuck!!!!

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tah dah!
Current mood: my left nut.

Emptiness is sexy. Don't you think? I've been working really hard at trying to be nice and shallow, so maybe one day I can be empty. show me your tits. See, I knew they were ugly.

Hollywood is disgusting. It's really strange to meet someone who's dreams are based on something totally impossible, if even real at all. I mean, shit, you could crush someone's life with a strategically placed laugh.

bah bumpah bah nah nah, hollywood!

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submission
Current mood: feel like makin' lavash

Who do you serve? Who are they, and what is their intent? When did you submit to your master's hand? How can you escape it? Can we survive outside of our submission? Everything we view as freedom is controlled playtime. It is false.

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