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You are the geek. Yup. I am beauty. Me roo. No. Only me. I can have surgery. No you can't. Yez I kan. R u azn? NO. Y? Cause your mom is black. Oh. I am watching unsolved mysteries with UFO's. I am choking on noodles. The VIBES HAVE THE BAD VIBES.
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[13 Nov 2006|11:36am] |
LET’S GET CIRCULAR ON THE 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555 TRAIN LIKC UR HOT COWBOY ASSHOEL I LIKE 55555555555555555555555555555 FOOTBLLAL PLAYERS IN MY COWBOY PANTS 555555555555555555555555555 PILLS GIVE YOU THE WRONG VIEBS CRUMMMBELIEVABLE LESSSBIIANS ;]]]]]]
IN EYELINER.
ilu badvibes
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o hay sup.
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[15 Oct 2006|06:24am] |
HeadOn: Apply directly to the forehead!
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CRACK.
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[28 Sep 2006|02:18am] |
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We only would do something when there is nothing left to lose or when we have it all to lose and know it. Give your life for another life if only in little favors. Show them it’s for real. When you find your other one, show them what type of bullet you would take for them. Listening to the only healing vice I possess makes my organs pump the hurt and tears too much. To be reminded of real life is hard; to lose the feeling of God in real life is arduous. Keep the loyalty, and beliefs bad vibes!
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[09 Aug 2006|10:40pm] |
There is nothing more painful in life than to be invisible. Try never to make anyone in your life feel that way. The last couple days I've been waking up before my alarm clock goes off.
I've heard if you break up and stay friends
either you're still in love
or never really were.
Try not to mess up and make the right decisions bad vibes.
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[16 Jul 2006|08:23pm] |
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Who do you, who do you, do you, do you think you are? Don’t even call. When the pain I have is hurting in my chest and I am barely making it I have to turn to you. Ditto on that one. While I was gone who made their minds up and left me with the consequences? The world at my feet has bad vibes. Feel better bad vibes.
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[18 Feb 2006|10:06pm] |
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[18 Nov 2005|01:30pm] |
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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco bad vibes nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.
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[06 Nov 2005|05:40pm] |
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Scream standing up, Christmas is coming. Stamp it with swearwords as your attitude is consuming with prissiness. Text books, when read permit -ADD-! That is why we don't sell words, supply and demand. When the government would control our lingo, I would happily commit suicide. Where are the people when they were needed. School has bad vibes currently. It might not work because I'm on a Mac. Scratch that. NOTHING FUCKING WORKS ON A MAC OK?????????????? They have the wrong vibes!!
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[15 Oct 2005|08:41pm] |
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Two little letters when put together can make a harmful statement. But when you gave in it ruined it all. You don’t sound too good either. Now I’m wondering and worrying about what you have done and where you are. I hate that you can do that to me. I feel as if I’m in a freaking cubical. If you smoke the crystals and you believe in God you will be saved then go to heaven. Now I'm aching for you. Be it as it may you are every night and every day to me. Be it anyway you are everything and anything in me. So you didn’t call, you may insert excuse here __D__I__E__. Harmful, of course. Please be to the point. I speak in orange, please bartender. I'll take a drain-O on the rocks. With these digital devices to wake us up; it wouldn’t be a good idea. Oh how I wish you would have. Do away with the I in the usage. Damn those people for walking by every five seconds in the hall through the lined glass. I can see you. “Eat to live, don’t live to eat!” GET INTO THE OTHER LANE AS THE ONE YOUR IN IS ENDING! Life doesn’t move, ok… Your eye balls want to flop out of their sockets. You did it with your receding gum line. I'm going to fall asleep and then five seconds later it's going to feel like I just went to sleep and it will be time to leave already. That is one of the worst feelings in the world. Fixing.
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[04 Sep 2005|10:30am] |
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I want to make an appoiment to go see a Sony Erickson dermatologist, looking for a cell phone from Cingular. I smell plastic burning. OH SHIT, I LEFT MY SONY ERIKSON FACIAL SCRUB ON THE STOVE. Why did I fall off my bike? Some inconsiderate bastard threw a fridge at me, that's why! He probably had the wrong vibes anyways. The procedure is as follows: step 1, boil water; step 2, dip the AIDS in the boiling water; step 3, take out the AIDS and cover them all over your body; step 4, reduce the swelling in your brain from the thoughts of all of it; step 5, switch to the Firefox browser. Then you are complete; take time to enjoy your ruined life, be sure to suffer at all times, and thank you for enduring the pain to learn for the future.
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[06 Aug 2005|01:31pm] |
I love the talking on my lips; I wish it would happen to me. Domo origato, Mr. Robot. Ha, your life now, you need to get it figured out. The hate and the love combined = WHAT THE FUCK + dash of weirdness. =]. Oh yes, laugh your fucking ass off because we rock this plant so bad. Secrets secrets you say? Wonderful psycho. It's the truth, can you handle it? No. I CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH. I CAN'T. OH GOD. IT HURTS. STOP IT. You conceded pompes while you laugh your ass off, it is no secret there are spelling errors. Here is more...DUH. WITH CAPITOL LETTERS, if that’s how you spell the word capitol, laugh, laugh your fucking ass off again. You're right it isn't, you're right you are a fucking reject. Scratch your balls and scream with the intensity.
rain drops keep
falling on my head
they keep fallin
fallin on my fuckin head
Break down, broke down. I break down when I thought of it, I broke down thinking of it.
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[28 Jul 2005|08:38pm] |
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My organs are pumping the scared and hurt too much. Make it stop the pain hurts. The WE in us will never be again. Found the void to fill my hole, wasn’t the right one. Now I have it, but I hurt, on the expression ‘you don’t understand’. You don’t, won’t. We’re all the real ones who know, they still pretend. But we also abuse them. Oh God, by God it’s not the right name, it’s not who you mean. It’s creeping up on you, don’t let it.
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[19 Jun 2005|02:03pm] |
This comfortable window wind blows in my face as I stare at windows screen and watch the movements below. Al cuts pieces out of my stomach. I begin to cry. “Give those back; they’re mine.”
"You better not be pasting this to other people!", Al exclaims.
Everyone dies. They all have the wrong vibes. I get to wash my face now that I'm home. Look theres 3,000 lying on the table, QUICK, grab it. Jackpot, bitches. GOD DAMN IT. YOU’RE TOO SLOW, CAMUI GACKT. Cars, cars, many cars, get those graphics done. If you were on a treadmill, please get off for jumping jacks. With Windows Server 2003, you can do more with less. The feelings of mushiness are disgusting. Q: Where can I buy macaroni & cheese in a box? A: Apple computer.
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[09 Apr 2005|12:14am] |
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Right minutes; wrong hour. Like a lot of things, this is cute when a 3-year-old does it, scary when a 40-year-old does it. I'm not your lover; I'm not your friend. I am something that you'll never comprehend. Somethings going to trickle out, please just let me finish this font changing. Who else could take a living, breathing world and cram it onto 32 MB of silicon? Why, Mr. Rogers, of course. FOR REAL. In order to get our message before the public with some chance of making a lasting impression, we had to kill people. I will take it to the supreme court; there WILL be water in class. Like a big giant bowl of stfu, Pamela Anderson needs to go shopping. Not for groceries, you see, or even clothes, but for flies. I like to think I top off on unblalance. Mama said iMacs were the devil. Swirling, swirling, the promises you used to keep are gone. I need them to be replaced. This has gotten to the wrong side of the bad vibes. I know what happens on the next page: BANANA STICKS. Put your VIBES on my feet, and we'll let this go down. To our readers: You fucking rock out; you have no need to look out for the BIG RED TRUCK.
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[08 Jan 2005|02:42pm] |
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For she uses money that we don't have, continuously changing all her plans. In our minds, we know what’s right. You say you're an adult, I see only faults. Two more weeks till we’re all out, back to nothing as you take this worth a grain of salt. How many times must this insanity go on, I’m sick of it all, there now, just take a leap and let yourself fall. Mixed emotions, how old are you? We’re going to be living soon, in a shoe. Breathing, still breathing, gasping for air, please somebody help, if they only cared. Life has bad vibes, to which I myself have dealt with too many times; if they could just be abolished maybe things would be better if they were just demolished. As for you, I see your reactions. I don’t plan to change your feelings towards pain, but see here now how I am living. Soon in a shoe, could you understand that not everyone has as little of problems as you. Get over yourself, you’re being a bitch, honestly, why don’t you pitch a fit? This has to be hard on you, knowing other people’s life’s can be worse. So you sulk on your own, providing no less emotion to those you don’t know than you would a homeless person beginning to moan. You should realize other than idealize.
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[04 Dec 2004|08:34pm] |
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Run, run, run as fast as you can, maybe you'll find some cheap medicine. I slammed the door, and I didn’t care, for she was acting like a whore. Look in the mirror, what do you see, something has been peeing on thee. Drinking, drinking always drinking, one day you’ll find yourself puking. Ironic enough this has all rhymed, incase you’re wondering, this has the wrong vibes. Don’t tell me how to deal with it; I can face it without you treating it. Trying to add more, she tore off and went to the store.
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[30 Nov 2004|06:25pm] |
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You’ve shown me too much concern. The doctor won’t see you now. If you lust too much, it’ll be the death of you. Don’t believe me, ask the dishes! Why is this going so slow? Questions are always asked, but not always answered. Since we’re run out of laundry soap, go on the internet and entertain yourself till you have to sleep. Then you won’t be hungry, and life will go on its wonderful road of whatever road it is going down. Have you gotten lost yet? You’ve been deleted Kerry sucks. Yes, yes you have disturbed me in my peaceful time, where I write my lovely poetic vibes of goodness. Today would’ve been worse if cough drops weren’t invented, what have you invented? Hopefully more brain cells since you’ve started reading this post. He is gone, so get over it; no one liked his attitude anyway. Stop going back to the candy site. Why is it that food and clothes that are unreasonable priced taste and look so much better? How many questions have I asked? Does that one count? Did the last one I asked count? Should you count the question I asked before this question? What is considered a question? Is that last question considered in the count of how many questions I have asked? When will this chain of questions stop? I’m here to tell you that white and black are not colors they are shades, like gray and tan. You called, you told; he answered, he laughed. Illegal use of ‘rawr’ its ‘raRr’, but don’t steal my words. And Mr. you are too cool for school. I’ll remember to treat you like this next time I cook dinner, next time I make dinner I’ll be sure to exclude you from eating because you wouldn’t help me. You have the complete wrong vibes, and I’m sick of it.
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[24 Nov 2004|05:31am] |
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The blue jeans are not my lover. They're just a pair who thought that they were the one, but the jeans are not my size. These eggs have the wrong vibes. The world is sleepy. Your Uncle was not a pretzel. This printer is out of paper, you Gatorade hater! Wash your forks or else you'll get AIDS all over them for Christ's sake! Why don't you download me? OMG, no, you download me! No way! Where do you get your ideas from? I think I get them from Ohm. I have no answer for that. Why don't you have an answer for that? Because there is Zyrtec all over the floor! Would you like a Gacktjob? Why yes I would, dear Grandmother!
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[27 Oct 2004|12:28pm] |
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What would you do if your son was a ho, crying all alone on the bathroom phone 'cause he's hungry? You should really be getting a job to get these kinds of things now. Lana was trapped in that ice for three years. Meanwhile, you must sort these boxes of sardines. I hate my mother. Sometimes I'm not injured, but in the head. My brain has the wrong vibes. Now we must spread aluminum foil generously across your roof. If you don't, aliens will use their radio signals to control your mind. The radio signals have the wrong vibes. Cover your laugh; it might burst out. Think inside this dance. Live inside this dance. We are this dance.
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