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Tue Dec 5 2000 at 19:30:11 (18.9 years ago )
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Fri Feb 16 2007 at 10:36:17 (12.7 years ago )
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mission drive within everything
befriend invisible people
specialties
acknowledging my past
school/company
mother nature
motto
carpe diem
most recent writeup
April 21, 2005
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recently, the days of the week have started to lose distinction... almost like the flavors of several liquors mixed together in a late evening attempt to avoid thought. each day starts with the acute pain of life slowly covering a torn and frayed brain. i haven't been here in a while, yet i feel like no roads have been traveled. at the same time, distance passes with life's lapses.

i have come to a conclusion though, life is an aquired taste. each day i involuntarily drink from a cup that i see with each passing moment. the thoughts of bitter, sour actions have become quite addictive in life now. i feel no shame or regret with my conclusions, i have to accept them. among jerking off, driving off people's affection, and taking cool, azul fuel i embrace each moment knowing the small changes emit a louder and more vivid signal.

suckapant



Polar opposites don't push away
It's the same on the weekends as the rest of the days
And I know I should go but I'll probably stay
And that's all you can do about some things
I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
Two one eyed dogs, they're looking at stereos
Hi-fi Gods try so hard to make their cars low to the ground
These vibrations oil its teeth
Primer gray is the color when you're done dying
I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away

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oh yeah, I ♥ justabot (much love for mista b)

one day, I will produce a new node