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[Mar. 25th, 2009|08:31 pm] |
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| |  amused | ] |
I'm putting all my stuff back to friends only. Why? Cause I feel like it. Ha! |
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| Tractor |
[Mar. 11th, 2008|05:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Combichrist - Tractor | ] |
( Tractor )
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| ....... |
[Jan. 30th, 2008|03:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Godsmack - Moonbaby | ] |
So often I wish I could just erase you. Everything about you in my past, having ever met you that night. It's all proven to be nothing, worthless. Taunted, teased, and with memories that never have and never will mean anything. You're one big lie, and it was all one big pathetic waste. |
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| Bleed and Shout (from a new band I've discovered) |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|10:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | XP8 - Bleed and Shout | ] |
Taking time to carve a line
Pushing down into your world
Trying hard to make it mine
Close your eyes my little girl
Extracting souls through your spine
My intrusion, penetrating
Sucking out all I can find
Nothing left, desecrating
Gut wrench, evil stench.
Tie her down, on to the bench.
I can make you bleed and shout
I can stop you reaching out
I can stop you reaching out
Tying down your shaking hand
I can make you bleed and shout
How much pain can you withstand?
I’m not clean, so obscene.
Untouched and feeling mean
Drowning fast n dropping out.
Plucking wings from pretty things
Gut wrench, evil stench.
Tie her down, on to the bench.
I can make you bleed and shout
I can stop you reaching out |
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| Jim's Place |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|01:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Godsmack - I Stand Alone | ] |
Was interesting, to say the least. Watched Quentin Tarintino's(sp?) Grindhouse movie, and a movie the further intensified my hatred of Christianity/religion. Don't remember what it's called though. And apparently I'm a good singer. lol. Aaannnndd... I'm a bass player in a horror rock band now. Cheers. So, 3 new friends. Jared, Jim, and.... James? I think. |
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| Endbegin |
[Jan. 12th, 2008|09:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Endbegin - Grim Faeries | ] |
Would a better man sing to the angels
In a voice that would silence the night
This is not who I am
This is not who I will be
Would a better man craft a soothing melody
In a way that would make the strongest cry
This is not who I am
This is not who I will be
I can only speak of the truth
The truth beknowst to me
For all that I strive to be, for all that I may be
I will always be just me
Because in the simplest of terms
In the simplest of phrases
I am but a man
Who wants to be better |
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| Well.... |
[Jan. 8th, 2008|12:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Birthday Massacre - Looking Glass | ] |
An old friend of mine was trying to convince me to move to finland yesterday(he lives there now). Oddly enough, that's something I'd strongly consider. I'd be that much closer to Ireland, and it's not like there's anything important that keeps me here in the States. |
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| Hatred.... |
[Dec. 24th, 2007|08:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Velvet Acid Christ - Velvet Pill | ] |
It's a wonder to me why I ever have anything more than that for anyone. Humanity is worthless. To its very core. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|01:45 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Velvet Acid Christ - Velvet Pill[Jagged Scar Mix] | ] |
You piss me off so much sometimes.
Sometimes I just want to beat the living hell out of you and laugh gleefully as I watch the realization of pain flitter across your eyes.
"Thankyou for coming,
Slip into something more Demeaning
Your place or mine, celebrating
There's not a chance of you escaping
I am the Spider, you are the fly beneath me" |
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| Is cuma liom cás a bheith agat i nduine |
[Oct. 10th, 2007|10:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | cynical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The 69 Eyes - Wasting the Dawn | ] |
You've got a perfect skin,
With a Devil's grin.
Say hello to the pretty eyes,
Say hello to the deadliest lies.
You've got the looks, baby, I could die.
You've got the looks.
You've got a murder style.
(First Sin)
You can't keep me waiting forever, baby.
(Who's in perfect skin?)
It's getting hot
Who's gonna rescue me?
(Nothing in)
You've got a perfect skin,
With a Devil's grin.
Say hello to the pretty eyes,
Say hello perfect alibis.
You shake your hips, baby, I could die.
You shake your hips,
You've got an L.A. style
(First Sin)
You can't keep me waiting forever, baby.
(Who's in perfect skin?)
It's getting hot
Who's gonna rescue me?
(Nothing in)
You've got a perfect skin,
With a Devil's grin.
You've got a perfect skin,
Eyes like sin.
You've got the looks, baby, I could die.
You've got the looks.
You've got a murder style.
(First Sin)
You can't keep me waiting forever, baby.
(Who's in perfect skin?)
It's getting hot
Who's gonna rescue me?
(Nothing in)
It's OK, that's alright now,
But I ain't gonna burn in flames.
Let it go now.
Let it go now.
(First Sin)
You can't keep me waiting forever, baby.
(Who's in perfect skin?)
It's getting hot
Who's gonna rescue me?
(Nothing in)
You've got a perfect skin.
You've got a perfect skin,
With a Devil's grin.
Perfect skin,
With a Devil's grin.
Perfect skin.
With a Devil's grin.
Perfect skin. |
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| I am the Man, who laughs from beyond the Veil |
[Oct. 9th, 2007|08:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  gloomy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Creed | ] |
The crowd was one (oblivion ran deep)
A consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep
Vacant expressions (and don't look ahead)
Everybody dance with the beautiful dead I said!
All queue up and gravel for a hit
Someone pulls the reins then you chew at the bit
Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means
I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams
(Hey! Take a look at tomorrow)
But will I inherit the good green earth?
Such a lovely world
All mod-cons there was dust on the drums
My electronic beat-box got the job done
Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul
And change your clothes (to make you feel old)
Effort and sweat was a thing of the past (they said!)
Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead |
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| No more need be said. |
[Sep. 11th, 2007|03:18 am] |
"It is not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who
is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." |
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| If we could be robots.... |
[Aug. 16th, 2007|12:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Freezepop - Duct Tape My Heart | ] |
Murder the feelings all left aside, from all those days you try to hide, you lift out the anger and cut it dry, you soak your tears away, now you can fry. your mind melts away, you go with the flow, you hold it down, but ya can't let go. you try to speak, but you hear no sound, lying again expressed into insanity, where you will never be. cause we're all dead, cause you're all dead, cause we're all dead, cause you're all dead, cause we're all dead, cause you're all dead, cause we're all dead, cause you're all dead. we walk into the night, we cut off the right, we won't feel a thing, we're so insane. disturbed thoughts, distort your mind, you're penetrated, obliterated. we all fake it, we all try to hide, the un-relying, the lie, the feelings, the how, the when, the why. we always lie, we always lie, we always cry, we always die. push away the feelings left, so far away, we walked into the sun, and left our hopes astray, we hope to live another day, but when you break it all down. there's really nothing left to say, there's really nothing left to say there's really nothing left to say, so babble away, so babble away |
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| Oh yes. I shall know. |
[Jul. 6th, 2007|01:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cradle of Filth - Her Ghost in the Fog | ] |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:
I committed suicide:
I said I liked you:
I kissed you:
I lived next door to you:
I started smoking:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I ran away from home:
I got into a fight and you weren't there:
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:
Personality:
Eyes:
Face:
Hair:
Clothes:
Mannerisms:
[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] How have I affected you?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Would you fuck me?
[13] Are we close?
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how attractive am I?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable?
[19] How long have you known me?
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What was your first impression?
[22] Do you still think that way about me now?
[23] What do you think my weakness is?
[24] Do you think I'll get married (if yes to who)?
[25] What about me makes you happy?
[26] What about me makes you sad?
[27] What reminds you of me?
[28] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[31] If so tell me now?
[32] Do you think I would kill someone?
[33] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you? |
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| RIP |
[Mar. 16th, 2007|08:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dig It - Skinny Puppy | ] |
Mike, I have no idea why you did what you did, but Rest in Peace my friend. Your light will be missed in this world. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|12:38 pm] |
| You Are A Poplar Tree | 
People tend to look up to you, and it's a bit lonely at the top.
Inside, you are not always self confident, but you show great courage.
Mature and organized, you are reliable in any situation.
You tend to have an artistic or philosophical outlook on life.
You are very choosy in love and take partnership seriously.
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Surprisingly accurate. I dont know about people looking up to me though.
| Your Inner European is Irish! | 
Sprited and boisterous!
You drink everyone under the table.
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