April 8, 2003
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okay, last edit of the day. after listening to over 50 mp3s of brilliant compositions, perhaps I shall flip the coin and retry my education within music. screw all you blood sucking teachers. we're all alone in the world. let me be and try my chance, chance is the only certain thing within this world. blood and sweat shall poor into lines. i will relearn guitar once again. the gift is mine.
-MKJ 12:31 AM (APR9 so i cheated, whatever)
Eew.. Re-reading what I said earlier sure made me sound retarted. Ugh, don't mean to discriminate tards. They are just as worthless as everyone else on this dirt ball, perhaps more sufficient then 'norms'? Who knows.
Anyways today was as meaningless and tiring as any other. I procrastinate and cancel plans more than ever this week. Life, the ultimate experience. I wish I didn't pay for this trip, I could be eating wheat flavored synthetic mush that looks like half digested cow brains. Delicious! What if the matrix was a religion? O_o
I'm out, laaate.
-Infamous MKJ 10:53 PM -Feeling worn out AND Chaotic ATM!
You live, and awaken from your slumber.
Journey into the world that such call: "life".
Remain still and sleep, for I ponder a mystery hath been told.
With such, even the most rapid events above all are mere successors of the universe.
Everything drifting, drifting away. Small lives struggle in their own waste.
While I differ, and easily dodge every particle in existance.
For, I am existance itself. Reincarnated within nothing-ness, I exist for you.
Our minds are so very different, but isn't that what truely binds us together?
I beg of thee, pardon my absense.
For we can never co-exist.
A barrier of time, sorrow, and grisly tales.
If a word could describe my hunger, would it be love?
I am dreaming. Let the halls become full again.
-MKJ 8:57
Well, well... Just started listening to some real grim music and it got my writer juices going in my brain. I'm happy about this peice, yet I still have very little knowledge about its meaning.
Its amusing how people inherit artistic capabilities through travelling to various art museums and schools during their pasts. When everything was very much black and white.
Joke of the day!
A doctor delivers a baby after a long and intense labor. Much to the new mother's horror, he then proceeds to smack the baby around. He then throws it against the wall, runs from the other side of the room and tackles it. Next, he picks it up from the legs and swings it around his head - sending it catapulting against the viewing window. Lastly, he jumps off from the high desk to body slam it. Both new parents can only cry in horror as they witness this spectacle. The doctor then turns to the parents and says, "haha, April fools! Your baby was born dead
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Eew.. Re-reading what I said earlier sure made me sound retarted. Ugh, don't mean to discriminate tards. They are just as worthless as everyone else on this dirt ball, perhaps more sufficient then 'norms'? Who knows.
Anyways today was as meaningless and tiring as any other. I procrastinate and cancel plans more than ever this week. Life, the ultimate experience. I wish I didn't pay for this trip, I could be eating wheat flavored synthetic mush that looks like half digested cow brains. Delicious! What if the matrix was a religion? O_o
I'm out, laaate.
-Infamous MKJ 10:53 PM -Feeling worn out AND Chaotic ATM!
You live, and awaken from your slumber.
Journey into the world that such call: "life".
Remain still and sleep, for I ponder a mystery hath been told.
With such, even the most rapid events above all are mere successors of the universe.
Everything drifting, drifting away. Small lives struggle in their own waste.
While I differ, and easily dodge every particle in existance.
For, I am existance itself. Reincarnated within nothing-ness, I exist for you.
Our minds are so very different, but isn't that what truely binds us together?
I beg of thee, pardon my absense.
For we can never co-exist.
A barrier of time, sorrow, and grisly tales.
If a word could describe my hunger, would it be love?
I am dreaming. Let the halls become full again.
-MKJ 8:57
Well, well... Just started listening to some real grim music and it got my writer juices going in my brain. I'm happy about this peice, yet I still have very little knowledge about its meaning.
Its amusing how people inherit artistic capabilities through travelling to various art museums and schools during their pasts. When everything was very much black and white.
Joke of the day!
A doctor delivers a baby after a long and intense labor. Much to the new mother's horror, he then proceeds to smack the baby around. He then throws it against the wall, runs from the other side of the room and tackles it. Next, he picks it up from the legs and swings it around his head - sending it catapulting against the viewing window. Lastly, he jumps off from the high desk to body slam it. Both new parents can only cry in horror as they witness this spectacle. The doctor then turns to the parents and says, "haha, April fools! Your baby was born dead
muahahhahahahahahahaha...good stuff...even tho..i didn't read much..skip some..read some!..it's all good!..you write to muchie..kekeke..=)
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