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| 10:28pm 18/08/2004 |
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damn we look good... |
| Spiders |
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| 02:01pm 06/08/2004 |
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Ithink that there are many thing we take for granted in this socety. We really never stop to think about things. We never ponder how sinister some of the creatures around us really are. Spiders for example. If spiders were larger they could overtake us in less then a day. they are horrifying. And the creatures at the bottom of the sea... We don't even know about half of them. And with global warming, they could be driven up from the depths and overtake us... Scary. The apocalypse is coming. 2012 according to the Mayan calender... |
| With You |
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| 09:13pm 27/07/2004 |
When I walk with you, I feel weird.
When I talk with you, I feel weird.
When I'm standing here, I feel strange.
When you're standing near, I feel strange.
All that I know
is my mind is blown.
When I'm with you.
When I'm with you.
When you're touching me, I feel great.
When I'm touching you, hallucinate.
When I'm standing here, I feel strange.
When you're standing near, I feel strange.
All that I know
is my mind is blown.
When I'm with you.
When I'm with you.
I wish I'd wrote that. Those lyrics are way better then the silly Poems I write you. Anyway, I just wanted to say I lvoe you, and I'm sorry we disagree on Elton John. But we love Pink Floyd and Steve Buschemi and each other. That's gotta count for something, right? you are the greatest girl in the world. Better than Deborah Harry, Susan B. Anthony and the chick from the Talking Heads put together. And you are beautiful and your hair is not corpse-like. It's nice. So there. |
| Dreams |
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| 01:00am 13/06/2004 |
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Alright. I think I've figured out what I'd like to do. After high school, I will move out. I love my family, but I'd like to live away from home. I'd still visit them a lot. Mainly to see my dogs. Anyway, I will become a thin, pale, chain-smoking speedfreak and listen to jazz. I wouldn't mind getting married, even right out of high school, but I wouldn't want to settle. And I want a gun. For a job, I'd like to have a TV show on public access. We'd just do odd, avant-garde stuff. Sometimes it would be like a talk show and we would have random weird guests and hobos on. Some episodes we would just play music and talk about it and dance. We would read from scary stories to tell in the dark. We could have music groups on. We could submerge people in jello. We could converse in a made up language. We could all dress as Christ and play flashlight tag. Sometimes we would host old movies. Sometimes I would break down crying at an inappropriate moment and pull my gun on the camera man. I'd just want it to be this cool, counterculture thing that is mine. I'd like it to catch on. I'd like people to write letters. If someone wants to, they can could come on the show and do something. I would invite street musicians to come in and play, and interview them, and treat them like they are just as good as any big label musicians. Help them out, you know. Let them feel appreciated. It would be nice. All my friends would be on it... And it would be an open forum. Anyone could do anything they come up with. It wouldn't be my show, it would be OUR show. This is all just dreaming I guess, but it's nice to think things could turn out like that. Anyway, I'm out. Night, folks. |
| Mad Props to Capitol A. |
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| 05:16pm 10/06/2004 |
Hey, Amber. I'm really digging the new layout. I dig it so much I wrote you a poem.
"The Devil is Red,
Your Hair Is Blue,
You like cigarettes,
And I like you."
Yeah. I'm really original, huh? |
| Interesting Quotes... |
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| 05:07pm 10/06/2004 |
"Death to the fascist insect that preys upon the people"
-Motto of the symbionese liberation army
"I Am Christ!!! I Am Christ!!!!"
-Albert Fish
"I don't do drugs... I am drugs."
-Salvador Dali |
| I dig this.... |
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| 07:33pm 29/05/2004 |
Living Diagram of the Doppler Effect
The cheap fixation you turned out to be. You are the careless endearing weight on my shoulders. A proverbial lead jacket bringing me down hard. Sailing past your window like a cardinal in reverse, to hold tight to concrete that renders me lifeless. You watched it. Teeth to rock, tongue in cheek. Jump. I'm nothing you wanted me to be. Jump. The painting on the pavement is me.
taken from-
http://www.livejournal.com/users/xkillingmadison/ |
| POEM NUMBER 2 |
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| 11:03pm 28/05/2004 |
IT’S MUTUAL
I know you were intoxicated
Because I was too
I know you spoke the truth
Because I did too
I know you were hurt
Because I was too
I know you are sorry
Because I am too
I know you still love me
Because I love you
-AMBER MARIE VON BOBLETT |
| ITS POEM TIME |
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| 11:00pm 28/05/2004 |
DUPLICITY
My words kill,
My actions scream,
And yours do the same.
Were something,
The two of us,
But I want out.
Our friendship ,
Its pathetic,
You selfish bitch.
We were in this shit,
Together you said.
Its too late now,
To put an end to it.
I have lost,
All control.
But its not too late,
To put an end to you,
Or me.
Believe,
It is for the best.
AMBER MARIE VON BOBLETT... BITCH!!! |
| Ode to my Beautiful Drug Goddess |
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| 11:33am 28/05/2004 |
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mood: Romantic and Lonely
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I wrote this I while back. I was on drugs. But I mean every word I say in this poem. I love you, Amber. And I want to blast fucking space kings with you. Forever.
Amber,
You are beautiful beyond belief
Sexy perhaps
I would cut off my legs for you
And I would bleed, and bleed, and bleed
And scream
Maimed for love
Healed in the blackness
You are the ambassador of my heart
The President of my soul
The Senator of my brain
The Messiah of my arms.
Shhhhhhck!
Brackk! Brackk!
You rock!
I explode...
Chemical burns
Stillborn Jesus on a Corndog stick
Legless Joe Grant; Captain of the Sea
You Fucking rock
Brackets and parenthesis are not enough
We must play the game
And come up snake eyes
Broke, desolate and happy
Hated by the world
We stand together in a rocket of love
Blasting fucking space kings
With our space guns.
Your face is the most beautiful thing there is.
You deserve the world, bike, boots...
The fuckers wont give it too you
We take it by force
With the Gun and the Fist of Romance
You are one amazing chick
Lets stick together
Fucking space drug addicts with tears in our eyes
Crashing towards the sun together
Drinking Jack
Waiting for death
I kiss you, and we are consumed in flame.
The cold embrace of death
I face it with you.
Back to the start
The transmission begins
Rebirth.
The phoenix.
Brave new world.
Transmission.
Fucking space drug addicts.
The message
End.
Me and you Amber. Forever and beyond.
-Sean Thomas Corcoran |
| Mecha-Christ |
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| 06:06am 24/05/2004 |
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mood: Guilty, Sad and Sick
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I really don't really have a strong belief in God, but if He does exist he is real sadistic bastard. He creates the Earth and some people, and then sentences them and their children to Hell because they question him and eat some apples. He reverses this thousands of years later by sending His only son to die a painful death. He allows things like the Holocaust to happen. He condems fags and masturbators to hell, and people who don't have an illogical, mindless belief in him burn, too. And he fucks with me and my friends, and it is not fair. I think we should build a new, cooler, breakdancing God and have him kill the old God, and then dismantle the New God and rule the cosmos oursleves.
Also, I don't find the idea of Heaven very appealing. Eternity with a bunch of old squares in white tunics who don't drink or play loud music sounds really lame. I'd rather enjoy the hell out of my life, go out shooting and then enjoy eternal sleep, or be reincarnated. I think I would like to be a stray dog or a wolf or maybe a Black Panther.
When you think about it, the whole Heaven and Hell thing was just made up to keep the believing public in line. I mean, they won't mind restraning from sex and drugs and leading a sad, boring life of mental slavery if they get to go to Heaven when they die and chill with God. I think that life-flashing-before-your-eyes-thing before death must be a bitch for the devout. They get a chance to look over their wasted life, and all the missed oppurtunities, and then some white text pops up in your vision that says "Hope you enjoyed it. Eternal nothingness in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1..." |
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| 08:39pm 18/05/2004 |
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Hey young world, the world is yours. Young world, young world, the world is yours. Young world. |
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| 08:47pm 16/05/2004 |
"Do you recall when you were young...
You shown like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond...
Now there's a look in your eyes...
Like Black Holes in the skies.
Shine on you crazy diamond..."
I really dig that song. Beautiful. |
| Does this sound at all familar? |
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| 02:50am 17/05/2004 |
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This community is for all you mother fuckers wrapped up like a douche, with a runner in the night, blinded by the light. You got down but you never got touched; youre gonna make it through the night. Mmmmm... Mmmmm.... Bitch! |
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