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Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
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4:48 pm
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2008
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3:38 am
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I just saw GWAR!
I'm covered in blood, green goo, and I smell like a messy stench.
Some dude was fucking with me in the pit so i punched him in the head, and at one point everyone fell over like dominos on top of me.
The studded bracelet that Colin took fuckin 4 hours to make came off in the pit. I searched the floor after the show and found tons of other crap, but not that bracelet. Fuck man.
but it was an intense show. my body is sore and my ears are ringing.
I'm gonna smoke a cigg and crash, laterr.
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| Thursday, November 6th, 2008
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1:40 am
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 it's been a while.
Myrna my new kitten is sleeping on my lap. She's so feisty, never takes any shit from the other cats (or me hah).
My grandma is dead. Her soul evacuated this planet last Sunday around 5:45 am. I know it's what she wanted but i can't help but miss her . The other night i was taking pictures of myrna in my room, and upon looking more closely at the photograh i spotted a milky white orb hovering near the corner of my room. I zoomed in on the orb and it looked like the pattern of a rose inside. Roses were my grandmothers favorite flower.. After that i took more pictures in different places around my room and there it was again! Besides the orbs, other wierd and mischievious things have been happening in my apartment. I dunno but think it might be her.
I'm so close to graduating i can almost taste it man. After i graduate i'm blowing this joint for a while, get out of the confines of kirkland, quit my job, leave my family, and live my life the way i want to. Fuck it, maybe i'll go live in Florida with Rachael in for a while, might bring us closer together again. My head is my home, and my dreams are unrealistic, but i don't care. i'm going to become a photojournalist.
current mood:  contemplative
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| Sunday, April 27th, 2008
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12:37 pm
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I am sick of calming my soul! I want to BURN BURN BURN. My soul will fuck and scream and laugh but it won't bleed and scab over. I'm scabbed over. I want to live amongst the living. The rabid, the unemployed, feral girls with cigarette burns and heads full of smoke.
Highschool is a joke. I'm ready to burn it down and walk out with my diploma. I only have 6 credits left until I can live my life the way I want to. My mom's been talking about moving out of Kirkland, and I think i'm ready for the change. i don't really have any friends here. The true friends i did have all moved away, or started getting strung out on hard drugs. Fuck man, i just can't relate ya know?
Long boarding, making doll heads, and smoking weed is keeping me sane. But for how long?
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| Thursday, August 16th, 2007
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4:24 pm
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The facists' stick black centipedes in our mouths and burn a cross on our forehead right between the eyes. By Wednesday the insects will have reached our solar plexus.
The ground is wet from a bottle of beer spilled into the letters of your name. each empty bottle i hang on the tree outside my kitchen window tell stories of my broken sobriety to the dissaproving neighbors. But who cares right? The door to door bible-thumpers and girl scouts will just think its a fucking recycling tree. I'll contribute back to the community someday by closing the blinds when I have sex, or something..
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| Thursday, March 8th, 2007
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7:02 pm
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Uh I forgot to tell you but, those cookies had pot in them.
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| Monday, December 4th, 2006
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7:17 am
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Rachael,
Today was one of those days where I should have tied my shoelaces together. I woke up to the stinging roar of leaf blowers creeping through my open window. And I thought of you. I thought of all the times we spent in this bedroom, talking for hours about nothing and everything in the dingy glow of my ugly red lamp. Or the stormy nights I played my guitar for hours, and you sat there listening with hemp in your mouth, fingers weaving careful spirals, while thunderous percussion boomed outside.
Where was I? Oh yeah, those fucking leaf blowers. I jump out of bed naked, and yell at the mexican landscapers that are blowing shit and dirt and dead birds that one of my cats cathartically clawed into the Earth. But they don't hear me. All they see is my little breasts attatched to a hungry belly swaying in the light.
I exchange a middle finger, and go back to bed.
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| Wednesday, August 30th, 2006
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1:58 pm
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I've been job hunting,
No luck yet.
But working means operating for evil corporate oppressors ( the ones who are in kahoots with the government) like Kentucky fried chicken or Planet Starbucks.
geezus christ.
If only i could get paid instead to be making love,
Be making poetry
Be exploding, be speeding through the universe.
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| Sunday, August 13th, 2006
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12:34 pm
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Sex, drugs, the pure vaginas of French girls, the un-pure vaginas of corporate sluts and social ladder climbers, crackwhores, nutty neighbors, mind-numbers, spirit- crushers, scar tissue, scatological girlfriends, anarcho- feminists, iniquitous fiends, children of god, Jesus freaks, undertones of extreme personal danger, orgasm addicts, pornographers,winners, losers, pushers, movers, shakers, and winning lottery tickets.
Which one will I be today?
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| Friday, August 11th, 2006
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5:21 pm
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I'm taking off to the Oregon coast next monday for an entire week.
We're going to sleep on the beaches/dunes with no worries or sense of time. Sort of like a migrating bum that sucks on the tits of society. Except we'll have beer and our own underwear.
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| Sunday, July 23rd, 2006
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4:40 pm
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I keep repeating over in my head the day we met. You were the beautiful stranger, exotic with your messy dreads and half-japanese heretics. I was the dread girl in the back of the bus taking your picture through the sexual lens of a prehistoric camera. You invited me to your art show, and when I left, you drew a picture of you and I that you gave to my friend to give to me. You didn't know it, but I think I fell in love with you.
Add in the (I Saw You) page in The Stranger worthy?
haha
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| Monday, June 12th, 2006
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7:20 pm
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Listening to Alice Cooper, and I'm six years old again. I'm six years old and molding fimo into unicorn horns, while Newt plays the game Magick with the rest of the nomad caravan that's seem to have spilled onto our living room floor. Drifters. Bums. While other kids were playing with dolls, I was playing with the homeless joint rolling gypsies.
In between rolling cigarettes and spliffs he speaks in tongues, "Ankh of Mishra, Basalt Monolith, Black Lotus, Armageddon. " All these consonants and vowels flood out of his mouth like liquid silver, and I pretend I speak their language.
It's nine years later, and I'm wondering if those rolling stones still talk to rocks, and if they'll ever come back to finish teaching me how to lock pick.
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| Saturday, May 20th, 2006
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1:12 pm - Wasteland
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were on their way to dinner when they were surprised by a nuclear blast. With their faces and clothes scorched and bloody, they arrive in hell at a dinner table covered with money. Suddenly Mrs. X awakens, stands up and turns back the clock. She turns off the alarm and vomits up the money, then leads Mr. X to do the same.
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| Thursday, May 18th, 2006
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9:48 pm
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Does anybody else make wishes under tunnels and believe that you have somehow managed to change the karmic universe by holding your breath for twelve seconds?
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| Sunday, May 7th, 2006
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6:28 pm
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Can you put a price on peace?
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| Friday, May 5th, 2006
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7:50 pm - Hit me with music
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Tool sent me spiraling into a fever dream wormhole, a metaphysical adventure into the surreal. The entire show gave me the feeling of a presence that was beyond the spectrum of tangibility. It was an amazing experience, and I can't wait to relive it.
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| Saturday, April 22nd, 2006
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10:29 am - Too fast to live
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Friday night was dirt under my fingernails real and raw. Friday was the cigarette burns on my arm.
I puked and got puked on. I was in the belly of the beast, and breathing fire.
current mood:  good vibrations
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| Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
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4:15 pm
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I don't ask much. I just want you.
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| Sunday, March 26th, 2006
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3:05 pm - Dark side of the Rainbow
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While Dorothy was somewhere over the rainbow, the three of us delayed the world,swimming through tunnel after tunnel. Backstroking through a sea of white lines and break lights,in projectile motion. To a place where no one goes.
Or maybe I had just fallen asleep with a cigarette in my mouth and dreamt that we played God that Friday night.
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| Saturday, March 11th, 2006
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8:40 pm
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Smelling Salts.
My fever is breaking
And this cancer is burning
I could destroy your
Third world with these,these
Mouth soars.I need to wake the fuck up. Give me those, those
Smelling salts.
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