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velcro of the soul [Apr. 15th, 2004|12:58 am]
is this that was
that should or might have been
with you
that needed to be

somewhere lost
the practicality
knowing it is no necessity of mine
it is that concious thought
the passion
for losing our time
and tvo

isn't it fitting
the night you slept over
real time
with no promises
did we know
that these simple things catch
and drag

is this
but it is too weak a word

for how i feel
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press play on tape... [Apr. 5th, 2004|06:15 pm]
this is the sound track for a life
it's not exactly wrong
but far from being right
don't know the words, help me improvise
play it once again
this time without lies

this time
without lies.
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instructions not included [Mar. 7th, 2004|01:56 am]
how do i play this game
it's been a while, my memory is fuzzy
am i the one
who makes the wrong first move
some things used to be so simple
before i got here

or love
it always
started the same
how do i play this game

is it
the rules
or the players
have changed

my time will be up
and i haven't even rolled the dice

elected mayor,
pay each player 50 bucks
all i want is a chance
someone please
tell me

how do i play this game
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yuuuur tha deeeeevvvvviiiilll... [Mar. 3rd, 2004|04:49 pm]
The Devil Card
You are the Devil card. The Devil is based on the
figure Pan, Lord of the Dance. The earthy
physicality of the devil breeds lust. The
devil's call to return to primal instincts
often creates conflict in a society in which
many of these instincts must be kept under
control. Challenges posed by our physical
bodies can be overcome by strength in the
mental, emotional, and spiritual realms. Pan is
also a symbol of enjoyment and rules our
material creativity. The devil knows physical
pleasure and how to manipulate the physical
world. Material creativity finds its output in
such things as dance, pottery, gardening, and
sex. The self-actualized person is able to
accept the sensuality and usefulness of the
devil's gifts while remaining in control of any
darker urges. Image from The Stone Tarot deck.

Which Tarot Card Are You?
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FIREFLY Movie "Serenity" IS A GO!!! [Mar. 3rd, 2004|03:33 pm]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Universal Pictures has green-lighted Serenity, a feature film to be based on the short-lived Joss Whedon television series Firefly, according to Variety. Fox TV canceled Firefly in late 2002, after airing just 11 episodes of the futuristic western. The trade paper reported that Whedon is on board to write and direct the feature, and that the entire original cast of the series, among them Nathan Fillion, Gina Torres and Summer Glau, would reprise their characters.

This is sweet.... now if only they would make a series... maybe they could call it firefly...hmmm ;)
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say what... [Mar. 2nd, 2004|03:31 pm]
Say what! keep it goin, keep it goin
Say what, say what! keep it goin full steam

um... yeah.

Man this sucks ass.

Torn, bored, boring, blaming, laming, fliping, sleeping, hating, dreaming.


what is out there to look forward to?
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never give a tell [Feb. 20th, 2004|08:08 pm]
if the world were to end at midnight,
who would you end it with?
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all assurances [Feb. 12th, 2004|02:41 pm]
[mood |tiredtired]

when did the way get lost
i've asked the same question, listen up
never got the answer

placed but ten years out
for still'd, nor safe, no where
emptied this echoing doubt
one flickering, faltering fair

you said to get ready
that this was sure to be something, hey kid
just you wait and see

fret naught this most finding
not still'd, nor safe, my care
betrayed but of this binding 
one soul of which we shared

attention please
the museum is closed to the public, leave now
we'll make it up to you


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resolve [Feb. 7th, 2004|03:05 am]
[mood |wanting]

there is this spot
a place
not forgotten
but loosed just far enough to drift
you know this
i'm sure

do you remember that place, those stars
when it felt right
didn't they shine bright,
for you alone
what if
i was there
and found a reason

yeah, i've twisted my words, my thoughts, my heart
it was easy in the begining
a sweet perversion
three years
in the making
but it's no longer right
it hasn't been for a while

i need
to tell her
that i've moved on

this is not for me
not anymore

little dipper by firelight
thornberry beach and 10 years old
last moment with meaning
soon to be
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oh shit... the canary died... [Feb. 5th, 2004|05:22 pm]
[mood |aggravatedaggravated]

I'm working in a mutherfucking coal mine. Well it's not really a coal mine, but for all the shit i've got to put up with, it might as well be. The air in this building is teh fucked. Recycled garbage, a zillion microbes of human cold and influenza per millionth, all wrapped up in a dry baked nose cracking lung busting tepid airsupply. Fuck i think i've got black lung. I wake up fine, with no coughing or any sign throat irritation.. all engines go... But after five minutes in this building i am hacking up a lung... this is fucked. I need my own hazmat suit and o2 airpack. yeah. Virus ridden spittle coats everything here... keyboards, mice, screens, door handles... I'm not howard hughes, i don't wear klennex boxes on my feet, i'm not phobic... its just FUCKING UNHEALTHY, and not one of the supervisors, with their own little rooms and personal ventilation, not one of them seems to care. i should leave them a packet of fine white powder or two. i guess it doesn't matter, this is just a fucking tech support call center. we don't need our voices... we can be replaced.

GOD DAMNIT. there are pieces of my throat on my computer screen. yum.

yay. i love this place. go fucking team.
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