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[13 Jun 2004|02:10pm] |
go on, talk. speak your mind. of course you are wrong, and you know this. you do not know what you are talking about, you have not read into it, about it, and you want to act revolutionary. so go on, speak your mind, you will not be argued with, because so many of us do not care to inform you of your ignorance. because they are 'nice'.
go on, speak your mind. however, you will be argued with, and proven wrong. so easily. because all you do is talk.
you choose not too this round. but you hate the one who is smarter than you, and call them stupid.
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[25 May 2004|11:49pm] |
our president fell off of a bike!
yay!
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[17 May 2004|08:53pm] |
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my gods bowed before me and scampered away. just like all good gods do.
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[15 May 2004|02:24pm] |
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what will happen when the music stops?
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[11 May 2004|05:26pm] |
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i'm so happy because today i found my friends, they're in my head.
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[05 May 2004|11:17pm] |
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all i wanna do is get off.
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[27 Apr 2004|10:47pm] |
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dude! parents leaving for two weeks next december! dude! yes!
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[18 Apr 2004|02:37pm] |
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note to self: do not cut own hair.
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[17 Apr 2004|01:02pm] |
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life is one big question when you're staring at the clock.
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[05 Apr 2004|11:21pm] |
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[02 Apr 2004|01:20am] |
happy birthday.
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[30 Mar 2004|12:04am] |
what if we could see ourselves outside of ourselves? what happens on those rare occasions when we actually get the oppurtunity? we (i) realize that without seeing the reality, with only memory, we miss something. i do what i can, all that i can, all that i am capable of, all that my know-how provides me with; no more, no less.
i wasn't wrong; i was me, all that i ever will be.
don't stop, it's useless.
sorry never fucking works.
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[28 Mar 2004|02:03am] |
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the dandy warhols. ::clap clap:: yay!
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[25 Mar 2004|06:06pm] |
!!!
it's all piling up all of the sudden and i'm letting it happen and i don't think i should. my parents constantly on my back and i think they're right, they must be. i need to go about things differently. i need not have so much fun. i need to be more stressed than i am and i feel bad for not being so.
school, grades, college, track, that girl in track. ACK!!!
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| this won't be played on your radio. |
[07 Mar 2004|12:48am] |
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so many stages to so many relationships with so many different people. you decide today to put on this mask because this is new, and a certain image must be conveyed. you decide. number one. you take off your face just in time. number two. you decide this acquaintance is viable to more true emotions. you decide. but what is true? time passes, you learn, you realize the first face wasn't exactly correct.
images on the outside; true feelings inside; only the privelaged get to experience; fine.
fine.
but if all you have is masks, there is no true.
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| i am better than you. |
[24 Feb 2004|11:20pm] |
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hello, i'm nicolai and i'm a recovering optimist.
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[18 Feb 2004|10:31pm] |
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i have a plan, a goal, a mission. i reach the end. hurrah? oh no.
i open the door anxiously, expecting resolve, expecting a finale. oh no.
an atrium i didn't know existed is what i meet. i look down and it's my feet that go on, not i.
an entirely new world, new options, new beings of purpose. purpose? but i am done? no, i am never done.
continuing on, i succumb to my feet, the world, the 'purpose.' always hoping to reach the original. but it is gone. it is behind those doors, those doors of the past, the past clouding the original, that is no more the orginal.
a door is plural, always.
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