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AlaskaEatsChildren's Journal
Freddy
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I wrote a poem. (The Garden of Solitude)
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August 21, 2008, 02:10:pm
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From the dew-filled morning
Till the depths of the night
He walks through his garden,
His garden of sight
He's pulled out to sea
As he walks down the path
Lined with seaweed and roses
Following footsteps from the past
The drone of the voices
He longs to hear
He stumble through his garden,
His garden of fear
Hell hath no fury!
He screams to the stars
Though his heaven is his hell
He slides through the bars
A thousand words
He wishes to borrow
He stands in his garden,
His garden of sorrow
He looks from his ship
To the bottom of the sky
The silhouette of his dreams
And the moon on the rise
O Goddess of fury, of fire, and flames
Your sparks you did rain
He crawls through his garden,
His garden of pain
His eyes open wide
As his feet touch the sand
He is relieved of his duties
And sent back to land
His heart explodes
As his love did convoy
He strides through his garden,
His garden of joy
Mood: Accomplished
Music: Deathbox by Mnemic
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Single Again
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April 12, 2008, 09:21:pm
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Finally. It's For The Better, I Couldn't Stand The Kid. So Cute Boys And Girls Should Say Hi:]
Mood: Relieved
Music: None
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My current meds (It's a long list)
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March 19, 2008, 08:31:pm
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Prescription morphine (This shit's GREAT)
Codine
Iophen-C
Penicillin
Amoxycillin (sp?)
A whole fucking lot of Advil/Tylenol/etc.
A few different antibiotics that I'm not going to attempt to spell.
An anti-depressant that I just forgot the name of, it's a generic one...
A sleeping pill that I also forgot the name of.
Some pill that I was prescribed. For what I don't know.
And I recently got a flu vaccine, a vaccine to prevent the Bubonic Plague (I'm going to an area around that place in a few weeks.)
So you see...
I'm pretty fucking out of it right now x]
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Frequently Asked Questions
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March 14, 2008, 03:34:pm
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Before you ask me any of these questions, please read this.
Q: Is your name really Alaska?
A: Yes, my name is really Alaska.
Q: Are you single?
A: Yes, I'm currently single as of the moment (3/14/08), but my ex-boyfriend and I have been talking and we're thinking of getting back together sometime soon.
Q: If I did ask you out, would you say yes?
A: It depends if I know you or not. If I've never spoken to you before, then I'm not gonna say yes...
Q: Your MySpace name is AlaskaApathy! Why isn't that your name on VampireFreaks?
A: AlaskaApathy! became me MySpace name only about two weeks ago. If I could, I would change my name on VampireFreaks to AlaskaApathy!, but you can't change your name on here.
Q: Will you fuck me?
A: No.
Q: Will you apply for my cult?
A: Sure, but if I am accepted I can't promise to stay active. I'm currently in about 16 cults, so it's a little hard to keep track of them all.
Q: Why are you so photoshopped?
A: Some of my pictures are photoshopped, and some are not. I recently got Paint Shop Pro, so I've been experimenting with that and if I like the results I'll put them online. If you don't believe that I look fine without editing, I'll gladly send you the originals of the pictures.
Mood: Infuriated
Music: Schocker on Shock Street by Dr. Acula
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Good evening, Miss Cocaine
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February 11, 2008, 03:34:pm
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I found this in some little diary I kept a couple months ago. Tell me if you like it.
Good evening, Miss Cocaine
You seemed quite miserable yesterday
And I wanted to see if you were okay
I noticed that your tears were black,
And your heart was even darker
You drew on my lungs with that silver marker
Look up over the horizon, Miss Cocaine
See the gorgeous pain you've created?
No, you must not, because you are heavily sedated
Eat your soul and drain your blood
Get ready for a magnificent flood
It's soon to be here, written across your face in that silver marker
Your dreams are nightmares, Miss Cocaine
They scare the minds of the fearless children
It's a fact, my dear, your soul is cold
Your icy blue eyes
Pierce the gray-green sky
And their hopes, their dreams, are shattered
A bloodless battle
Upon your horse's saddle
Miss Cocaine, hell awaits
Its beckoning hand is a wonderful sight
A light through the doorway
You can almost touch
His smiling face greets you
His head holds the values of a thousand years
The porcelain skin,
The lifeless, sorrowful eyes
It's him, for well known
But "him" was the one whose anger filled your heart
Mood: Accomplished
Music: Protest the Hero
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