Monday, July 18, 2005

The tears the shed. Like a rainy morning.

It has been a while. But I feel it is time to come back here and scribe my journey through this mortal plane.

You could say alot has happened... or nothing. It's all empty. Desloate.

I was in the supermarket earlier this week, and I saw some kids wearing some Nike stuff. Foolish consumerist whores. They're like the sheep of society. It tells them what to buy and they do it. They don't understand what it is to be an indervidual, someone unique. They're all the same.

Their narrow minds will never understand.

Well, I have been listening to alot of Staind these days. They really reflect alot about who I am.

My family tried to get me to wear some brand name clothes they other day. I opposed. I'm not going to buy some cotton in the shape of a shirt from some multinational conglomerate. I will just buy black shirts, or shirts that have bands like Staind on them so everyone will know what I'm about.

I have more to say, but my heart is growing heavy now, so I will call it a night.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Am I still here?

It has been a while since my last update. I have been withered and the wieght of the sad world around me has stopped me.

My wrists have bled enough so now I can update again.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Cat

Tiddles the cat
I miss
We frolic
I dance
You meow
Tiddles
Meow

I miss you

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

"Yesterday"

you don't know what you've put me through
it's okay, i've forgiven you
but in some way, hope it fucks with you
hope it fucks with you

[pre-chorus]
that i'm okay and i've made it through
but who's to say what you're going through
i'll say no names, though i've wanted to
isn't it strange how it seems like...

[chorus]
yesterday, a boy and already afraid
locked deep inside, my place to hide
to hide from how you made me feel
and i wonder how's your brother
did he end up fucked up like me?
lost in himself, crying for help it's safe to say
i learned to live without a pride
just a shell, with me stuck on the inside
a prison, not a place to hide
not a place to hide

[pre-chorus]

[chorus]
[chorus (altered)]

yesterday, a boy and already afraid
locked deep inside, my place to hide
to hide from how you made me feel
and i wonder how's your brother
did he finally pull through like me?
finding himself, not needing help
i'd like to say


I listen to Staind again....

Monday, April 18, 2005

Downer

I was talking to this girl before about records and CDs and what was better.

I don't think she understood it at all.

CD's are the work of the mass produced global corps trying to make big bucks out of trash.

Records have soul. Records breathe life into music. If only she could understand that CD's have no soul and ruin music.

I really felt for her when she kept arguing how CDs are better.

It makes me weep to think people cannot appreciate music...

Maybe oneday when she's alone she'll learn to appreciate records as much as I do...

Empty

Damp
Alone
Desolate
I am empty.

I'm listening to Staind again.

I feel so alone... it almost rained again today

The rain reminds me of my tears..

Ever flowing.. falling..

Fallen

I made a IRC channel today. I hope to meet more emos out there who are faced with the same issues as me.

You can join here:

irc://irc.austnet.org/#ausemo

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Direction - Left



I wither

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Endless


I was listening to Fugazi

Release me...

"Cut Up Angels"

If we cut out the bad
Well then we’d have nothing left
Like I cut up your mouth
The night I stuffed it all in
And you lied to the Angel
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
They'll clean up the mess

I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watched you bite into the bottle
Watched me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there
I have thought of rose petals mostly perfect and pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they’ve been through

I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
Whoa whoa

I told the angels
Cant stay in heaven
I asked the devil
If we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death

I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

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I am weeping again
My heart is heavy
My head is missing
Nick Knack Paddywack
No bone for this dog
Old lady is rolling
Down.. down...
I fell..
Abyss..

Shadowed is the cloak of night