| Thursday, November 27th, 2003 |
| 9:48 am |
THANKSGIVING GET TOGETHER
TONIGHT, at MY PLACE IN THE COUVE call my cell, 360-241-4800, if i dont answer, LEAVE A MESSAGE this will be going on around 7-8 tonight until the wee hours of the morning, its BYOA if you so desire... need a ride? call me, and ill come get you... places to crash here, too... |
| Thursday, November 20th, 2003 |
| 3:05 am |
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| Monday, November 17th, 2003 |
| 6:28 pm |
Spoken with fists
Dear Matt, this is your horoscope for Tuesday, November 18th: Gemini, Today the Moon in your sign, forming a square with the Sun, will infuse a lunatic attitude in you, making you unfriendly. In love, the trine between the Moon and Venus, promises unexpected adventures. Tip: truth will out. See you tomorrow. shouldnt the moon in my sign be a good thing? i fucking hate myself |
| 6:12 pm |
www.goodbyedisco.com i own it thats my emo band, i guess if it ever happens goodbye disco and yea, on another note, im in the door for 30 seconds, the cat looks at me, and i start to cry, i walk to the white board to see if there are any messages, none, i dont check the phone anymore, for fear they may be from her.... i come upstairs, i get a message as i come in my room, and burst into tears, saying i need my shoes off at the door from now on... because they were wet and squeeked.... i just want things back to normal, theyll never be normal, its all fucked up, im fucked up and im fucking fed up |
| Sunday, November 16th, 2003 |
| 2:48 pm |
ok
so my christmas song is ready to be recorded, i think, i just need to finish up a few small things and then, uhh question, who is willing to help distribute it? im going to have a page up on hookedoncellophane where people can DL it, and get info and blah blah blah but im going to send 10 sends to anyone that will hand them out, i figure, or ask that people burn them themselves and hand them out, and ill cove r their costs.... |
| 9:44 am |
so why bother posting?
all im going to say is that im trying to fight off my baggage, im alone, and im bitter towards womankind... i want to thank lucy, though, for everything. |
| Tuesday, November 11th, 2003 |
| 9:58 am |
i see grey when you see blue i see blood when you see red everything seems so different thinking outside of my head a whole new world brought in front of my eyes unfamiliar territory overcast skies |
| Saturday, October 18th, 2003 |
| 6:08 pm |
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| Sunday, September 28th, 2003 |
| 2:09 pm |
so ill write you a letter, tell you i miss you, and maybe youll give me a call
she called me today, because of the email i wrote... she loves chris, or something, i guess, but wants me, still, and blah, cant seal with what ive done since we broke up (which i dont blame her, id hate me too), she wants to think for a few days its funny that even when i wanted shannon back, i knew everyone was right, depp down inside, this time, i know my heart is right... |
| 11:43 am |
Spineshank - Smothered
The black and cold reminds me Of all the distance we have crossed And if your darkness blinds me I could never be more lost But I'm not the one who seeks your protection I'm not the one to share the disguise And I'm not the one who reeks of rejection I'm not the one to tear the same way twice You push from the inside - smothered You push from the inside out - smothered Have all your walls surround me They're closing in they block my sight The violence around me Found me when I could not fight But I'm not the one to take your direction I'm not the one who wears the disguise And I'm not the one to share your reflection I'm not the one you break the same way twice I will never win I will never win with you I read you I fear you round up no more than you know I hate you I still do everytime you let me go |
| 11:05 am |
thursday makes 47 days.... ironic that its a thursday.... odd enough that its been so long even worse, i pushed her away, and now, its the other way around.... |
| Thursday, September 25th, 2003 |
| 11:01 pm |
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| 10:57 pm |
My calendar still says August / Because you werent here to change the month / These last few weeks have dragged on for years / And now I see the same days / Ink smeared with my tears |
| 7:01 pm |
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| 4:40 pm |
Artist: Black Lab Song: Black Eye Jane can't keep herself home tonight Keep herself believing she'll be alright Keep herself awake to a body that's close to the hands And the feet that nobody else knows All the way from London She looks away laughing at herself and her black eye shade Boy can't keep his pain under the glass Laughing at the world as it just slides past I know this black eye waste these days waste this light I know this black eye waste these days waste this sunlight Maybe permission ain't good enough Maybe you need someone who can stand your love Maybe somebody who's cool to the touch So much I know This black eye waste these days waste this spotlight Let me crucify you Let me sacrifice our love Let me resurrect you Be my resurrection now Let me celebrate you Let me hold your head up high Let me hang you from the sky |
| 4:03 pm |
the world doesn't fix itself so why did i act like it would? |
| Wednesday, September 24th, 2003 |
| 3:00 pm |
once the apple of your eye now I rot between your thighs disease and decay at the epicenter of where you lay feeling worn out inside and worn inside out the falling of your pride fucking me is your turnabout a mental fetus conceived by false truths trying to strangle itself with an umbilical noose you nurse the lies and poison the fruit your misguided life your poisoned views |
| Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003 |
| 1:27 am |
My calendar still says August Because you weren't here to change the month These last few weeks have dragged on for years and now I see different dates, ink smeared with my tears |
| 1:20 am |
bad poetry
Therapy Through a Suicide Note Closed my eyes To shut out the pain Blinding pain? The lies of the weak The words they use When they can't handle their pain My words are good-bye Because I cannot Handle the Pain |
| Sunday, September 21st, 2003 |
| 4:29 pm |
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