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(2 sit by the elevator door)

[13 Apr 2007|12:09am]
o me o my
these last words that came to thought lead me to a strange daze
left me behind in my papers trails of less then binding contracts
things we had to sign to make sure that our eyes had made contact
so then i fumbled in my secretorial duties takeing messages
saying i'll be right right there dont forget i called this age
don't forget that we have a meeting at three whether you notice me
i was waiting all night trying to get the going verbs right...flee
so i guess

(sit by the elevator door)

[04 Apr 2007|08:32pm]
uh wait wat was i supposed to do

(2 sit by the elevator door)

[29 Mar 2007|01:46am]
julia stiles and hilary swank...

they are the same person...right

(sit by the elevator door)

[28 Mar 2007|06:01pm]
i don really know

ahhhh

i tried to revive this last time but was never on the computer long enough to write in it. I'm good now. I need this to keep my thoughts organized. this is all for me.

Well boyo
what do you have to say TO yourself now. Look at what you've done. Look what I did... Good Times eh. I guess. No regrets brodha.

Since then:

Meet a bunch of cool people
Traveled a bit
Partyied a bit more
stumbled upon money
stumbled over money
fumbled with money
agh! money suks
Lengthened my RAP sheet
Broke Some hearts
Had a long relationship
Ended a long relationship
lost friends
made friends
On and Off with different jobs

Everything is just JUST

Thats it for now

(1 sit by the elevator door)

[22 Mar 2007|02:20pm]
i'm here too?

(10 sit by the elevator door)

[20 Jan 2006|02:40pm]
revived this simple thing to keep my thoughts together
stability

dead layout soon

who is out there

(sit by the elevator door)

[12 Apr 2005|07:35pm]
fuk it while we're on the subject
i'm doing acid, crack, and smoking dope again

shhhsh i wish

cunt of a coward who spread his emission
outwards towards my eyes and ears
to make
this decision
I am not
did not listen to thos espoken words when he rose
and he rose or so I read
but he fell
and all were dead
with grief hunger and remorse
grief because they were hungry
and remorse because he still had the shirt on his bak
but wait whats that
he lives he rises with two shots no no no
three
one for the american peaople who by truest of true maps
_or so say bush_
we are all including those from far flattened fatherlands
two to the mother who gave birth as sin to teach that sin is not to even be
what sin was that MOTHER
three was the final shot
is the final shot not yet shot but can still be heard in close distances
that shot to the dome the dome the captured and caged the madness
THE TRIGGER IS STUCK

(1 sit by the elevator door)

[05 Apr 2005|09:57pm]
and if u thought gwen stefani couldn't become anymore of a whore, she does something that totally redeems herself by teaching the world how to spell bananas

I got a job its good thank you

everyone loves a slinkie

(sit by the elevator door)

[01 Apr 2005|12:06pm]
wats up to the asian girl from the metro

(6 sit by the elevator door)

[11 Mar 2005|01:30pm]
donde esta me gata?
que la busco y no la enquentro.
borocho y solo
voy al disco por heja

I love reggaeton revolution :P

(3 sit by the elevator door)

[03 Mar 2005|12:44pm]
in his absence a collection was created to buy a cake for his return.

TOTAL COLLECTED:

1 dead man
2 crying dogs
1 worn full size matress
Several loose woman
3 hurt girls
and an eyeful of the future

They concluded that that it would be rum cake.

-press-

On topic off shore there was someone who sneezed.

end

Off topic at sea they wept for home in colors of red white blue.

end

-press-

I heard Mr. Oberst the other day. He was crap.

-press-

my vocabulary has become limited due to um...wats that word....

-heil-

Was I the wolf that crept through nights
that hunted down ghosts and shadows of light
was i the hound that pressed your door
with begging eyes for so much more
am i the dog who lays at bedside
this i will always be...
i can not hide

-salida del sol-

in the school lab of computers and screens
I type out with melodies of shakesperean themes
I try to press down on the letter near J
but alas I can not because K is so gay

:)

hey nonny nonny


--end transmission

(3 sit by the elevator door)

[23 Feb 2005|12:34pm]
aca y alla
vamos ya

(2 sit by the elevator door)

[20 Feb 2005|03:46pm]
Things are ok. Nothing is bad. School finishes MAY 5. People are jumping in my pool of life only to get out of the water 5 minutes later when they realize I'm stranding in the middle taking a piss. AHAHAHA. how very...me. Watever. I've come to terms with me being an asshole. I know and have always known that the parentals are the root of all my evil. We had some of my step fathers family staying here and one of them really helped me get grips on my things. He is a devil worshiper from a family of devils sent to help a devil from a family of worshippers.FOr the past weeeks or so a lot of progress has come about. Things are better.

I am now very anxious for the future. I've expunged many a demon from these twisted caves.

"I'm so hood, I can't help it.
I'm so hood, I can't help it.
"

(8 sit by the elevator door)

[14 Feb 2005|10:18pm]
those there that thought they treaded through timeless tunnels telling tales till top tunes truffled tingling tastes towards the top ten tons thinning there


I LOVE


isn't that enough

(sit by the elevator door)

[27 Jan 2005|04:54pm]
When you see me ask about this song. You'll love it. We'll Love it together

You fade to grey like submarines
We suggest you fly away
Do you ever wonder what it means
choosing midnight over day

You fade to grey like submarines
Do you ever wonder what it means
to fade away
to feel my pain

(1 sit by the elevator door)

[23 Jan 2005|04:28pm]
I don't think that i am a very well liked person.
hmm.

fuk it

(1 sit by the elevator door)

[13 Jan 2005|08:09pm]
and if a double decler bus
killed the both of us
I'd Die by your side
wat a heavenly ay to die

(1 sit by the elevator door)

[07 Jan 2005|10:53pm]
...
how this sound drives me
a sound of travel
drifting noise of universe infinite
a whir and whoosh and lights flash
things are as you woke up
settling between mindsets
fantasma del real
...

I've been in and out
not really reaching out for anything
but then not keep my hands to myself
familiar faces can be viewed as I pass by
mainly fresh bodies crowd my sight
can I get a dose of familiarity
its all just another chapter in this novel


with the new year I dropped grudges
all the bit more bitter
come closer to love
miss more of you than before
hmmmm...I'm not into typing right now
I would like to talk to a friend with a memory


where are we?


I'm tryin to become more active in life. School will be done in May. I hope to jah that I get a good job.


thanks to my friends that were with me during the holiday

brittney I miss you

(2 sit by the elevator door)

[21 Dec 2004|10:00pm]
I was gone.
I am back.

Some of you who bother to look for me learned that I was missing.
Wat a silly word... MISSING.

All I know now is.

I am scared of closing my eyes.
I can hear thoughts.
I know what a lot of th ings really mean to me and how important they are.

LOVE

(1 sit by the elevator door)

PAM PAM, Hey its just the sound of a gun, another rudeboy got shot down... [12 Dec 2004|09:58pm]
Prince Buster - Hard Man Fe Dead
You pick him up, you lick him down
Him bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!)
You pick him up, you lick him down
Him bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!)

Them seh, the cat's got a nine life
But this man got ninety-nine life, cause...
Them pick him up, you lick him down,
Him bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!)

Them boil one pot of chocolate tea.
And all the fried fish they caught in the sea
They also got six quart o' rum
Saying that they waiting for the nine night to come

The last time I heard them say
That this man was dead (this man was dead)
They find him black eyes
And them lay it all upon his head (the man was dead)

Now the procession leads to the cemetery
The man all a howl, Don't you bury me,
You pick him up, you lick him down
Him bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead!

(Hard man fe dead, ... hard man fe dead)

/Instrumental interlude/

Them boil one cup of chocolate tea
And all the fried fish they caught in the sea
They aso got six quart o' rum
Saying that they waiting for the nine night to come

The last time I heard them say
That this man was dead (this man was dead)
They find him black eyes
And them lay it all upon his head ('pon his head)

You should see them goin' to the cemetery
The old man holla howl, Won't you bury me?
Them drop the box and run,
What a whole lot o' fun!
What a hard man fe dead! (hard man fe dead)

You pick him up, you lick him down
Him bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!)
You pick him up, you lick him down
Him bounce right back,
I am a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead! ... Hard man fe dead!)

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