| baby g/ |
[Apr. 10th, 2005|01:11 am] |
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a desolate crossroads is symbolic of the upcoming birfdae. barely 18 years in the game, played thru the quarters...breathing still. i'm thankful for that breath of life which cools my skin and fills my mind with wishful thoughts. i feel the teeth coming in. wisdom precedes me. |
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| little boy blue played his horn. |
[Mar. 27th, 2005|12:46 am] |
2 du:
and if it comes to an end
just promise you'll say amen...
happy easter sons of bitches...but more importantly, i'd like to acknowledge a most important date on the time line of my life. Gigglingly High i spurted out to many that i'd done the deed, sucked the cows teat: your preverbial jammin. 27 Marz 2002. i've been three years in the game now, and you know what? it often seems that way. with the Fucked and the Ones NOT to Fuck. dirty bitches, stay away. and when i say dirty bitches, i'm truly referring to the boys who sleep with them, therefore gettin me in the line of fire. i know how to kick nutsacs. Uou see i'm jaded now. a ruin in the moors.
I enjoy it. but at a time, i did enjoy sneaking around for no reason...having steve's dad come downstairs mid-show, and concealing my thong in my pocket. yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was a good run. my very first time...Beatles, "Let it Be",and Steve giving me the most sincere look of his life..adding, "This is my new favorite song". i laughed a gasp of some of the most intriguingly significant air in my life, sprouting hormoes, getting endorfuns running, if only for that temptuously(does that fit? probably not) short period of time.
My brother is drunk now. it's getting late but i'm fidgity. i love boys. i hate men. they get pussier as they age. probably because of fucked up girls like myself.
at least...i was. till i reaped what i sewed of wassever du people say! baby just one more chance playin the wrong defense..baby just ooooone mooo chance fo meee (doo doo doo doo doo doo) ::Michael Jackson weaping song::
Most appreciatingly to thoust who doth naught read this:
G;L<3
For those who lovest thine future owe lots of land in advance. Just dash away from the confine of coty life and dance dance dance |
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| the king's protege. |
[Mar. 15th, 2005|06:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| | Deep in the Heart of Texas | ] |
no matter what i'm doing, when I recall the thought of the city of Sin, i will always think of Hunter. who better to share the story of the great American Trip? over the past few weeks, images of an exuberant HST shooting rifles into the night is probably one of the most gratifying images i can think of. all i know is that meggy and g-baby(that'd be me) ain't faltering in the wake of death! for eons and eons, to our children's children's children...the stories of outlandish journies into the twisted world that IS america..will be recited with passion. another boyfriend to a troubled young girl, gone gone with the dust in the wind |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 17th, 2004|05:25 pm] |
i must get out of here
i have to get out of here
i'm gonna get myself outta here |
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| watch the policeman and the taxman miss me... |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|06:37 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | crash test dummies-mmmm mmmm | ] |
...i'm mobile! beep beep.-the who
all the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. my brother is 16 this 16th of November. It's kind of disquieting to me. the kid's gone down the wrong path, and i can't help but blame my influence. i always tried to de-glorify the whole scene of debotchery; smoking and drinking and the likes. so much for my parents money wasted on notre dame. in my 12th year of education, my 4th of public. i feel thankful i've almost completed. here's to the future.
home movies. |
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| love for lou reed |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|05:29 pm] |
Jenny said when she was just five years old
You know there's nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothing goin' down at all
Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
She couldn't believe what she heard at all
She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll
Despite all the amputations
You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station |
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| ok. here you go. |
[Aug. 10th, 2004|08:26 am] |
[Intro - Lil' Jon (Pitbull)]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Lets go (Let's go)
Right about now, we need all the ladies to hit the danceflo'
(Dominicana) If you got a big ol' booty (Mexicana)
And you like to set that motherfucker, let's go!
Pitbull, Lil' Jon, Heey, Heey!
[Hook - Pitbull]
Ahora que si, esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
hasme el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Verse One - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]
Pull up to the club, walk in then I
Pull up to the bar, get drinks then I
Pull up to a broad let her know what it is
how it is, why it is, what it is, (Hey hey hey hey)
I ain't got time for no games, I'm hopin' mami that you feel the same
I got what you need to feel the pain
Here's my number call me when you're up for an even exchange
FEEL ME, let me see you do that dirty dance, dirty dance
Mami, feel me let me see you touch your toes
or shake that thing and talk wit' your ass
FEEL ME! all my chicos, all my Jamaicans
(Put your hands up) all my haitians
Cause they know I'mma rep' 'til the day that they kill me PULL UP!
[Hook - Pitbull]
Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
hasme el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Vesre Two - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]
Mami got the ass and thighs like Trina and J. Lo
Multiply it she's off the chain
off the glass, off the flip andd
with a couple more drinks I'll be off the hip maaayn...
I'll be wearin' her out and when I'm finished
paramedics gon' be carryin' her out maaayn... (That's right)
The night is young, and if you shave (Hey hey hey hey hey)
I'll give you some of this mighty toungue heey..
Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleezy baby (Yeah)
I wanna freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady
[Hook - Pitbull (2X)]
esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
hasme el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Outro - Lil' Jon]
Culo, hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey |
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| a repetitive whoo-ing last night.... |
[Jul. 26th, 2004|08:50 am] |
...led me to repetitive dreams of christmas?
9am monday morning. darkness fell across the land. darby slept. i wonder what he dreams of.
dan was going to corning, unsure of whether or not he can pick me up at quarter after 12. more frightening than that? haven't heard a word of talk about what he plans to study. probably won't have to pay for it, seein that he only has a mama
from one agrophobic to another, never use heroin kids. |
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| %the magic christian% see it. |
[Jul. 19th, 2004|08:21 am] |
monday mornin. an i felt as stiff as ever. school sucks big balls in the summer but i reckon i need to keep my brain flowing.
In younger days, I told myself my life would be my own
And I'd leave the place where sunshine never shone
For my life's too short for waiting when I see the rising sun
Then I know again that I must carry on
Carry on till tomorow, there's no reason to look back
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Beyond the shadows of the clouds and onward to the sky
Carry on till I find the rainbow's end-Tom Evans and _________ |
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| an ode. |
[Jul. 18th, 2004|03:17 pm] |
so i flipped when we passed the dreaded home of el jose whom i loved in some purple hazed aura. so i haven't seen him since jan 1st face to face. this is what we called venting children.
Wah-wah
You've given me a wah-wah
And I'm thinking of you
And all the things that we used to do
Wah-wah, wah-wah
Wah-wah
You made me such a big star
Being there at the right time
Cheaper than a dime
Wah-wah, you've given me your wah-wah, wah-wah
Oh, you don't see me crying
Oh, you don't hear me sighing
Wah-wah
I don't need no wah-wah
And I know how sweet life can be
If I keep myself free from the wah-wah
I don't need no wah-wah
Oh, you don't see me crying
Hey baby, you don't hear me sighing
Oh, no no-no no
Wah-wah
Now I don't need no wah-wah's
And I know how sweet life can be
If I keep myself free - of wah-wah
I don't need no wah-wah
Wah-wah (repeat and fade) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 17th, 2004|10:36 pm] |
[i was} a witch of trouble in electric blue
and in my own damn mind i was in love with you.
but not anymore. |
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| :) |
[Jul. 8th, 2004|08:47 am] |
mr robs replies to my emails more hastily than my lover. actually my love hardly replies.
hahaha let's hear it for the underachiever makin an attempt at an ap class. mos you bitches aint got nothin on me nickuh.
<3 |
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| as they says in the hood, "my mans gone for half a fortnigh!" 1877? |
[Jun. 30th, 2004|12:11 pm] |
dear daniel.
today is wednesday. and somehow it seems you've
been gone longer than you have been. i'm sure the
times are passing swiftly. so have thine times, sir.
what i mean to say is, i love you. in you i feel the
glory.
i'm reckonin about gettin clean. my dad signed me up
for geo a in summer school, and when i woke up i
called him and told him to sign me up but he already
did in case. :) man i dunno, it's just that i dont
wanna waste my life away and have lesss senior year. u
kno u kno.
im stoned. on a summers morn. waitin for a bean
burrito. or 2 plz.
i hope you think of me when you see the stars in your
adirondack mountain thats dyin from scars.
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i have always dreamt of you my darling, my darling
darling daniel whose eyes shine brighter than all the
light in the world. <3
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?well i thought that was lovely? SLOWED REACTION TIMES WHILE EDITING=LIFE? |
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| i used to be such a sweet sweet thing.... |
[Jun. 23rd, 2004|12:29 am] |
...till they got a hold of me.
alice cooper? thank you for this moment. you know the untouchable gifts of life? not weed. not necessarily felt when searching or defeating your dubious attempts at sucess.
driving for my first time on bambi hill, feelin the rush of the new.
and then the untouchable. like the way a guitar can enter my spine and hook my whole being up to a better space in time. for in the art of coincidence we exceed these plans and this "life". we journey on through the ages of the universe.
none better than the rest.
if i could only reach to my love i'd say, let me sleep, for these days wash me up in a daze. |
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| bill? |
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|06:34 pm] |
i couldnt understand why one would want to 'kill bill'?! clintons a ladys man.
P-I-M-P 4 e. i wish men always had drive like that at that age. LET THE WANG LIVE ON FOREVER.
ps i love my boyfriends shaping. baaaaaahahahahaha. tis mine! all meeeein. heitzenshitz. or something.
summer is upon me. |
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| after not writing for a month... |
[Jun. 15th, 2004|07:09 am] |
A - Act your age- 5.5 baby 5.5
B - Breast size - 36-38b hey meghan! we're boob sistahs
C - Chore you hate – uhh
D - Dad's name - Lindsey..ok..hes 50. Bing Crosby named his boy that so why not name YOURS the same
E - Essential item - poncees
F - Favorite singer – i have to go with paul. he brings tears to my eyes
G - Gold or silver – gold
H - Hometown – elmira
I - Instruments you play – i am not cool. but have a guitar. she aint lonely my dad plays her
J - Job title- mofockin penis ridin PoSSSSSS
K - Kids - abort em
L - Living arrangements – this nice lil crib-o that i dont pay fo
M - Mom's name - Clare ( with Out the i)
N - Number of people you've slept with – 5. okay? one of them doesnt even count. actually 2 dont even count.
O - Overnight hospital stays - the birth
P - Phobia - needles bitches
Q - Quote you like – "and in the end.." ya'll know the rest
R - Religious affiliation – never again.
S - Siblings – little eenie meenie burrito who is 15 and 6'5"
T - Time you wake up – 7...until the end of this week
U - Underwear of choice – none
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat – BRUSSEL SPROUTS damn u germans
W - Worst habit - smokiiiing stoges/
X - X-rays you've had – leg arm teeth
Y - Yummy food you make – cereal?
Z - Zodiac Sign – aries |
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| after an afternoon.... |
[May. 7th, 2004|06:27 pm] |
of poor sportsmanship.....i found it just to thank jesus and the world for giving us LIFE.
THANK YOU ALL RANDOM UNIVERSE
and the plants that grow within. |
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| early. quiet. and beautiful. |
[May. 2nd, 2004|08:28 am] |
it looked as if a storm were approaching. the smell of rain. mmm. i should write this down, as beecher said it'd do well.
jr thesis-presentation. i can use meghan..good. but what? i have time. |
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| well theN |
[Apr. 24th, 2004|07:21 am] |
i just skimmed over my journal and i'm sorely disappointed with the dribble i wrot for you all to peruse over.
740am. the sun was shining, i'd already had my morning stoge. i wanted a bike ride. simple and solemn in the eyes of man. |
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| now that was strange. |
[Apr. 4th, 2004|11:00 am] |
life evolved the a long vine of coincidence and collective will.
who's? i'm not sure. but alas. marley and bailey were in my kitchen when i came home from dan's.
sneaky little bastards. but i wasnt pissed. almost completely out of it. but not pissed. so i says, lets go smoke. and we broke out the chairs. and all the boys were silent. and the girls kept laughing.
i dont know when it was...but i rightly lost all respect for girls that tended to experiment with sex (now i think that might even include myself). they weren't whores. and they were young.
it kind of opened my eyes. whether or not they dig me to the fullest. i aint mad at cha. |
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