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carbonizedarkness's Journal
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sitting in this chair
mind nowhere u would wanna be
watching TV (History) WWII
sweating, I stare at room temp beer not yearning for alky (4 once)
no Menthols left, the Nazi called my mom cut my bottled water,Pepsi, and apple juice
I rather be dealing with my frenz family, Rachael (the mom) is sweet
my mom a habenero dipped in battery acid
I wonder is the chicken done, grilled w/seasoning
need to go the next door neighbors house, i want to upgrade my ipod Touch
with 1.1.4 firmware, that i might be able to install the Full Features of the iphone apps: weather, stocks, mail, maps
Maybe i will try to fix my car tomorrow (brakes)
ya right MaMa Hitler will cut through that fortification
walk around looking for a job in 90 degree weather, ur smoking crack cakes
well she is (not u the reader)
I need a haircut, I wanna grow a beard
dealing with these stupid ass clones, ooops I mean emo & scene kids
I'm eating now: the grilled poltury (spellcheck) is good, baked potatoe with jalapenos, plain yogurt (sour cream sub) smart balance butter freshly cracked peppercorn, and salt. 2 glasses of water
Watchin Adults Only: Las Vegas entertainment 2
i like how females can go ape-shit in a male cabaret, but if ur avg Joe Blow
looks at skanky stripper wrong, they're ready to arrest u and stamp Rapist on ur forehead.
Ehhh, this dumb show is sickening, u just gotta have a pair of C cups and a size 3 frame, and bingo ur making $5600 a month. I like porn, who doesnt like it? Well the straight edge, and the prudes wont be ordering PlayboyTV.
I want some tats, more tats, my snakeBites back, and maybe get my nose pierced.
Ok im out
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THIEVES IN THE NIGHT
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March 04, 2008, 01:47:am
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"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis. I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie. I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye? He looked at me, he thought about it, was like, "Im clueless, why? The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible. Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow. And so tomorrow coming later than usual, waiting on someone to pity us, while we findn beauty in the hideous. They say $$$'s the root of all evil, but I can't tell y'all know what I mean: pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills. Or is it the mindstate thats ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build. Over money and religion there's more blood to spill. The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal. Whats the deal? A lot of cars who buy records are straight broke, but my language universal they be reciting my quotes. While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thoughts, that my man Louis statements just provoked. Caught up in conversations of our personal worth. Brought up through endangered species status on the planet Earth survival tactics means busting gats to prove u hard. Your firearms are too short to box with God without faith, all that is illusionary. Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary. Not strong; only agressive. Not free, we only licensed. Not compassionate, only polite. Now who's the nicest? Not good, but well behaved. Chasin' after death so we can call ourselves brave, still livin' like mental slaves. Hiding like thieves in the night from life, illusions of oasis making u look twice.
I'm sure that everybody out listening agree, that everything you see ain't really how it be. A lot of jokers out running in place, chasin the style, be a lot going on beneath the empty smile. Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria. Synthesized surface conceals the interior. America, land of oppurtunity, mirages, and camoflauges. More than usually speaking loudly, saying nothing. Ur confusing me, u losing me. Ur game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usary. Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly. Buffonishly accept the deception, believe the perception. Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass walking the street wondering who they be looking past. Looking gassed with those imported designer shades on, stars shine bright, but the light rarely stays on.
Same song, just different arrangements. Put u on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship. Strangeness, u dont control this, u barely hold this, screaming brand-new. When they just sanitized the old shit. Suppose its just another clever Jedi mind trick that they been running across stars through all the time with. I find it distressing, there's never no in-between we either niggaz or Kings, we either bitches or Queens. The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the the perverse. Full of short attention spans, short tempers and shorter skirts. Long barrel automatics released in short bursts, the length if all of life is treated with short worth. Get urs 1st, the others are secondary. That type of thinking fills cemeteries. Your looks are temporary, but the mind is eternal.
Not compassionate, only polite, we are well trained. Our sincerity's rehearsed on stage, its just a game.
Mood: tired
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Pervs dont care about you
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March 03, 2008, 09:45:pm
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Recently I've seen a lot females that find a need to post on their profiles how much they dont want pervs commenting them. Let's get one thing straight, despite what that dude tells u in ur inbox, or comments, he is not a pervert. Perverts dont waste their time on sites like this, they're actually doing unspeakable acts on someone, or trading kiddie porn on the web. Guys that are truly sexually repressed are in strip clubs, or getting tricked out by a Lady of the Evening. When a person ask u to cyber with them, more than likely this individual is lonely, or his gf is at work and wants a "kwicky".
And I think ppl on here think the world is all about them, sorry to disappoint, but just because u decide to take an "assembly-line" photo of urself in ur cutest pair of panties/boyShortz and make silly faces doesnt make u superior to any one else on here. And ur surely not a target for perversion.
If anything it makes u cookie-cutter, and u look like a thousand more girls with the same exact haircut, ur nothing special. And another thing stop writing out this long drawn "About Me", when u know fuckn well that ur not down-to-earth, nice, smart, non judgemental, "cool", u get along with all types of ppl. Fucking be honest in ur profile, say if ur not "scene" "hardcore" "punk" "goth" or any other label u can come up with, that u won't reply. And giving commands and threats, I dont know u. U dont have to tell me not to fuck with ur friends or else. Just be truthful with yourselves and trying to be Betty/Billy Bad-Ass will get u no where. Let's communicate and discriminate.
Mood: communicative
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