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[29 Jan 2005|12:52am] |
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Good luck exploring the infinite abyss....
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angry mothers will walk from the graves of their fallen children. sent to die by the ones above us. they will gather with their fathers in their housing plans and cul de sacs and they will march. they will march to a different beat. the beat of the defeatests. the non believers. the nobodies. the lossers. the pussies. the intelligent. people will burn the contents of their wallets and through away their designer jeans. shopkeepers and police officers will follow them down the street to the highest building. they will all stand around it. going throught the black guards. tredding a path to the top. to the one who has passed its indescretions upon them. the voice of the dispossesed will echo through the great white halls. and the leaders will fall.
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[27 Dec 2004|09:27pm] |
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ok everyone its real fucking simple. my name is jake dray. my phone number is 724 554 7825. my address is 6 church st burgettstown pa 15021. if you have a problem with me call me. dont tell one of my friends and dont think im not going to here it. i know alot of people have problems with me i know. i do alot of stupid shit and i piss alot of people off but you know what i do not care. everyone is such a god damn hardass. i walk around everyday bumping into people cuz theyre too tough to step aside as we walk by. i spend nights at the mall with eyes all over me and i dont know why. why is it that everyone wants to fight? is it because i look small? maybe you could kick my ass? look tough? please. everyone has to have there god damn way. why am i caught in the middle. the people i thought loved me fucking hate me and yes most of the blame can be put on me. i can apologize out the asshole but it wont change anything. im not stepping down for you people anymore.
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| useless |
[22 Dec 2004|12:56am] |
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my life is fucked. its fucking ruined everything is fucked up and turned to fuckign shit. im totaly useless worthless waste of life and somebody should kill me im such a huge disapointment im fucking pathetic i dont even have a car im a fucking pussy i fucking need help all the time and what the fuck. nobody even reads my god damn journal. its not like anybody would EVEN BEGIN TO GIVE A SHIT. except maybe MY FRIENDS who are they only people in the fucking world who matter to me. cuz everyone else is fucking useless and doesnt deserve to live. wtf am i doing in college nothing i dont want to be somebody fuck this im tired of this fucking shit im so god damn worthless im just gonnna quit and work at mcdonalds i might as well cuz im a fucking losser and have no god damn money and it doesnt matter how fucking hard i try im always going to be like this with nothing to offer anyone and just forever be a loser my only hope is to die young and be martyerized. fuck off....ps and you know what everyone is hard! everyone thinks there so fucking hard well you know what theyre not. all these fuckesr who listen to rap think they can fuck anyone up with there god damn rocca wear and theree to big exhausts on there moms accord. well fuck you and your slow automatics and how tough you fuckers think you are. i dont give a shit ill fucking kill somebody i swear to god im done with this shit fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck everyone fuck
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[19 Dec 2004|12:38am] |
so i walk around with this rope in my hand
and ill tie it around
and around
and around
ill tie
me
down
my lungs have failed and theyve both stopped breathing
my heart is dead its way past beating
somethings gone terribly wrong
i never thought wed make it out alive
i never told you but its all in your goodbyes
all in your "goodbyes"
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| grr |
[16 Dec 2004|01:28am] |
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your gonna find out soon that all these things arent important and this space youve created isnt in fact at all something you can hold and obtain and sell and fix and translate its a spark you cant hold and will stand feet to head with you face down untill you stare back and it will not go down at all it has survived the centuries of torment and suffering and will guard against all adverstity until it is its TIME to perish and it is not its time for THE beginging of a new world understand the chronology and you will understand him and the way of us all the clock is still ticking and we are still here.
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| frozen dungeon balgor |
[16 Dec 2004|01:17am] |
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imagine theres a beam of ice rocket birggage bunnies nipping at your doorstep at evelen junction past the second incase car with ghost properties on its afterwingbunershellcasing its jewel increated nipples are singing sweet lulabies to my circuitry tounge fasion ethoers stopp and think this is not the end why am i typing i dnot even know i def cant stop my tounge is swollen i cant figure out whats going on somebody tell me the forst passes onto the cehcimcal rebounce of the controled swelling stationary nebular to undertake in animal sacrifices involing the use of pangean tortoise monkey hair vibes filled with gasoline ready to be throw on to the trojan virus of defintioon alfaradtion snow ball effect has caused cataklismic difficulty this is where it all ends.
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| It was the last time theyd be together... |
[16 Dec 2004|12:31am] |
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(city on fire. scene of war. destroyed machinary and circuits. flags. blood. future. robots are laying everywhere....robots have died)
robot jack: this is the end..
robot jane: no! dont say that!
robot jack: weve seen so much...weve fought for so much...ive come this far..just-
robot jane: never
robot jack: i have to go. the war is over. its members are all gone too. i must go.
robot jane: why...i just...i just have to say
robot jack:...its not in our progamming...we dont know how to..
robot jane: i love you..
robot jack: i...love...y...(terminate)
(a human tear rolls down janes cheek. it falls slowly to his face. he doesnt move. pain overcomes her as she it hits her that the man she loves is dead. we see the stars. one sparkles brightly. and its over...)
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| one nation under the gun |
[15 Dec 2004|01:37am] |
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um my friends came and visited me again. it was real nice. they brought me koolaid. i cant wait for this sem to be over so i can go home and vibe. fuck school. i just want to rock for real. and watch anime. im obsessed with anime like its my job. i dont know why i just am. wow i dont even know what to write in this damn thing. oh well. when in rome....snort coke off of some guys boner.
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[12 Dec 2004|11:42pm] |
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NOOO IT TURNS OUT THE PATRICK SSWAZZY IS THE THE SOURCE OF THE ZOMBIES ITS ALL BEHIND HIM. ALTHOUGH GHOST WAS AN AMAZING FILM WE MUST KILL HIM
ITS TOO LATE FOR HIM
IF WE KILL HIM THEN WE CAN STOP HANUKAH FROM HAPPENING AND THOSE GOD DAMN JEWS WILL LEARN A LESSON FOR IMPRISOMNING TAHT MANDELLA FELLOW IN CUBA WITH JOHHNNY TRAN OF THE ENGLISH MAFIA.
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| omg (suplimental) |
[12 Dec 2004|11:33pm] |
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so i tried to save. and i didnt have typerwriter ink. as if it ever mattered in 2005. what the fuck is a typerwriter?
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| omg part gagillion |
[12 Dec 2004|11:30pm] |
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it turns out the wesley is none other than zac...and i am james. and in fact no african at all. he took the flashlight. and a baby between jen may and jer rhoaded made the frist zombie..thats what its all about. the entire world is dead but me and wesley. i dnot know what to do
why should i go on. its pointless. nobody is even gonna rea
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| omg part 2 |
[12 Dec 2004|11:25pm] |
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it looks live ive lsot rich. its 11:25 now...most of the student population has gone under the virus. thats what im callingn it. because what the fuck else would it be. i have no ammo left and im severly wounded. my left teesticle is aligned with vensus and i can feel its pulsating energies rolling throhg me like the dickend. dont read this im so fucked up. it seems the only way to dispatch the zomibes is to shoot them in the head. unless thyere mutated. then you have shootthem with the shotgun and fuck them in the ass. they dotn ahve to like it i can see it in the looks of theyre eyes. i must go now...darkness is apponus..and i have to restart the resident evil sountrack itsnot as scary without the clever synth tunes.
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| omg |
[12 Dec 2004|11:05pm] |
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its 11:05 pm and ive locked my self in my room. it seems on my venture out that the world has gone mad and terrible things have happend.jesusimstoned. it seems that eveyron has turned into zombies ready to strike at any moment and eat our brains. it seeems some dont even know theyre zombies. sicnce brian and i had no weapons of our own we pretended to be zombies as well and run quickly away. i dont know waht to do . wesley has the flashlight and jimmy things hes jesus and theyre are jungle bunnies everywehere. the fcc wil not like that racial slur. but listen
all i have is a health spray
a 9mm
a knife
and a bomb inside a briefcase up my ass - i call it my special item
and the campus is crawling with the bodies of my dead friends. i dont know what to do. im going to have to kill everyone and escape so that i can do it 6 more times and get the key to the "fucked up room" which you cant god damn open the first 6 times of the game. ya get in there and you know whats in their...film.. so then you gota develop the god damn film.imsobaked. and then you get the pictures and its of like the editors kids and shit its fucked up why did i play this god damn game. no its not a game this is serious this could be the end of the god damn world and im gonna get my throat terred off. i need to find a shotgun and bicariously solve strange puzzles contrived by a lunatic police cheif and his sick animalistic enslavement rituals. but its all part of this economic construct of this place. its fucking crazy. omg i have to go this music is making me trip balls. fairwell....
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