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Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

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Time:8:38 am.
everything is secondary to the soldiers in the cemetery, fuck bush but it would have been the same electing kerry.

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

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Time:9:33 am.
Through the eye's of a child
I seen my own mother get wild
And in front of me she starts a whole crowd
My report card foul
D's and F's all the time
Hustle on my childhood mind
Through the eye's of a boy
I want to catch Santa Clause creep
And scare him when he thought I was sleep
So young in the heart, I want to be Billy Ray Valentine
Comin with the fly lines, for the ladies all the time
Filled with hope, they asked me did I like boats
Got sea sick and said nope
From the heart of a kid
I act just like I live
We ain't friends
I'm burnin that bridge, that's how it is

Sunday, October 1st, 2006

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Time:12:44 am.
My car got stolen today. I had it coming, I guess, cause i always leave it unlocked and you can start it with anything. I use a butter knife for a key. They found it in on the freeway in Livermore, it couldn't hang on the freeway. They haven't even told me if they have got the people who stole it, or if it's alright. The cop asked me "How much is it worth," I was like "It has a lot of sentimental value." I'm bummed, it's cool though if they didn't catch them I hope the had to run a lot.

Friday, September 22nd, 2006

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Subject:conversation between skeezer, a nineteen-year-old crank dealer, and his ex-high school librarian.
Time:10:09 am.
Skeezer: I read that book you told me about.
Librarian: Emily Dickinson?
Skeezer: NAw I red, uh, what's it called, The Great Gasby
Librarian: Fitzgerald.
Skeezer: Yeah, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Librarian: Did you like it?
Skeezer: Yeah. it was pretty good. I like reading all that shit about the rich
Librarian: You got any crank left?
Skeezer: Yeah i got some fuckin' shit from Davey's little sister. Some decent bathtub crank
Librarian: Davey the Mexican?
Skeezer: Yeah, his sister's got some pretty good shit. In fact i've been tweekin on it for about five days an' shit
Librarian: It's good?
Skeezer: Hell yeah, it'll keep ya up an' shit. That's how i read the book The Great Gasby. I was speedin so hard an' shi the pages were just turnin and my eyes were wide fuckin' open. I prebably could've read two or three books back-to-back. You don't blink or nothin'
Librarian: I guess i'll get some.
Skeezer: Cool. cool. Maybe i'll read that Emily dickinson bitch tonight if i don't go out.
Librarian: I kinda need to hurry 'cause Ann is waiting for me with supper.

Tuesday, August 15th, 2006

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Time:10:26 am.
1. shitty run fun:



when your stomach is bubblin and yo booty is drippin.

i ate those ribs now i have shitty run fun

Thursday, May 4th, 2006

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Time:10:49 pm.
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: why are u so quiet lol
of being mike: why are you so mad
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: im not
of being mike: you gotta understand i do want you as a fan
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: wtfg
of being mike: i just dont want you to do some crazy shit
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: wtf*
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: what the fuck are u talking about lol
of being mike: i seen some shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: what
of being mike: some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape but they didn't say who it was too come to think about it his name was............ it was you..... ahh shit
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: wtf isnt that a song
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: eminems song
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: stan
of being mike: no
of being mike: wtf
TrOpiCaLsWtKiWi: oh lol now i feel stupid

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Time:10:25 pm.
Mood: and bouncy.
I'm not mexican, but tomorrows gonna be all about tequila.

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

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Time:9:29 am.
Yeah, my girlfriend takes me home when I'm too drunk to drive
And she doesn't get all jealous when I hang out with the guys
She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does
She brings me mexican food from Sombrero's just because
(Yeah, just because)

And my girlfriend likes U.L. and D.H.C.
And she's so smart and independent, I don't think she needs me
Quite half as much as I know I need her
I wonder why there's not another guy that she'd prefer

And when I feel like giving up
Like my world is falling down

I show up at 3am
She's still up watching Vacation, and I
See her pretty face
It takes me away to a better place and

(I know that everything) Everything's gonna be fine
(I know that everything) Everything's gonna be fine

Yeah, my girlfriend takes collect calls from the road
And it doesn't seem to matter that I'm lacking in the bulge
She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does
She brings me mexican food from Sombrero's just because

And when I feel like giving up
Like my world is falling down

I show up at 3am
She's still up watching Vacation, and I
See her pretty face
It takes me away to a better place

Friday, March 10th, 2006

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Time:4:14 pm.
i'm starting to grow facial hair, big time.

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

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Time:4:25 pm.
Rip and I were driving on Mulholland one day before i left and Rip was chewing on a plastic eyeball and wearing a Billy Idol T-shirt and kept flashing the eyeball between his lips. I kept trying to smile and Rip mentioned somthing about going to Palm Springs one night before I left and I nodded, giving in to the heat. On one of Mulhollands most treacherous turns, Rip slowed the car down and parked it on the edge of the road and got out and motioned for me to do so too. I followed him to where he stood. He pointed out the number of wrecked cars at the bottom of the hill. Some were rusted and burnt, some new and crushed, their bright colors almost obscene in the glittering sunshine. I tried to count the cars; there must have been twenty or thirty cars down there.Rip told me about friends of his who died on that curve; people who misunderstood the road. People who made a mistake late in the night and who sailed off into nothingness. Rip told me that, on some quiet nights, late, you can hear the screeching of tires and then a long silence; a whoosh an then, barely audible, an impact. And sometimes, if one listens very carefully, there are screams in the night that dont last too long. Rip said he doubted that they'll ever get the cars out of there, that they'll probably wait until it gets full of cars and use it as an example and then bury it. And standing there on the hill, overlooking the smog-soaked, baking Valley and feeling the hot winds returning and the dust swirliong at my feet and the sun, gigantic, a ball of fire, rising over it, I believed him. And later when we got into the car he took a turn down a street that I was pretty sure was a dead end.

"Where are we going?" i asked
"I don't know," he said. "Just driving."
"But this road doesn't go anywhere," I told him.
"That doesn't matter"
"What does?" I asked, after a little while.
"Just that we're on it, dude," he said.

Saturday, December 24th, 2005

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Time:9:01 pm.
Outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don't bring me

My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It's Christmas time again

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers

And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter

It's Christmas time again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.

Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage

And even though the jail didn't have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)

It's Christmas time again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone

I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas

Sunday, December 4th, 2005

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Time:11:57 am.
It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked
I'd get out my book and write down her name
Ah, but when the, the grass got a little greener over on the other
side
I'd just tear out that page

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

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Time:12:03 am.
Researchers have identified some basic points that come up repeatedly in most of the testimonies of those that were clinically dead and then revived.

There is a sense of very rapid transit within a long and dark tunnel.
The person suddenly realizes that he is located outside his physical body, yet he is still in the same physical environment. His body is seen from a certain distance, and he looks at it.
He sees everything that transpires in connection with his body and the attempts being made to restore it to life.
After a while he begins to grow accustomed to his new situation; he realizes that while he does have a “body”, it is a new body very different in its nature and its characteristics from the physical body he had during his lifetime.
At that very same time additional things are taking place: the deceased sees that the spirits of his father and mother and closest relatives, as well as his already deceased friends, coming to meet him, to accompany him in his new situation – and to assist him.
The deceased person senses that he is encountering an “entity-reality” of light, a wonderful light beaming tremendous love, good warmth, of a kind he has never encountered before.
This “entity” asks him various questions in a non-verbal manner in order to bring him to review the story of his life and the deeds he did while he was alive, and while the deceased reviews his deeds, there passes before his eyes a “panorama” that reconstructs before him all the major, important events of his life.
At a certain stage the deceased feels that he is drawing near to something like an end, a border, a boundary, which seems to represent the borderline between earthly life and the life thereafter. But here it becomes clear to the deceased that he has to return to the world of the living – this world, for the hour of his death has not yet arrived.
When he discovers this, he objects and does not want to go back, for he is attracted to the situation in which he has found himself – in this new and wonderful reality of life after death, and he has no desire to return to his former situation.
Yet, despite his reluctance, he returns and is joined once again to his physical body, and he returns to This World.

Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

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Time:2:41 pm.
Open the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of my many phrases i'm tortured by.

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

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Subject:Summer
Time:10:42 am.
Most of the summer i spent in stupor, sitting either in my office or in new restaurants, in my apartment watching videotapes or in the back of cabs, in nightclubs that just opened or in movie theaters, at the building in Hells Kitchen or in new restaurants. There were four major air disasters this summer, the majority of them captured on videotape, almost as if these events had been planned, and repeated on television endlessly. The planes kept crashing in slow motion, followed by countless roaming shots of the wreckage and the same random views of the burned, bloody carnage, weeping rescue workers retreving body parts. I started using Oscar de la Renta men's deodorant, which gave me a slight rash. A movie about a small talking bug was released to great fanfare and grossed over two hundred million dollars. The Mets were doing badly. Beggars and homeless seemed to have multiplied in August and the ranks if the unfortunate, weak and aged lined the streets everywhere. I found myself asking too many summer associates at too many dinners in flashy new restaurants before taking them to Les Miserables. My platinum American Express card had gone through so much use that it snapped in half, self-destructed at one of those dinners. The Patty Winters shows were all repeats. Life remained a blank canvas, a cliche, a soap opera. I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and i had to leave.

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

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Time:1:15 am.
i have hella hella hella good seats to see U2 tomorrow and my aunt has and extra ticket she is selling, buy it off of her.

Sunday, October 30th, 2005

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Time:11:57 am.
Last night was the first night in a long time that i actually can't remember what went down. It's a real bummer, feels like i wasted the night.

Thursday, October 20th, 2005

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Time:9:16 am.
While the hardbody stands there we check her out, and though her knees do support long, tan legs, i can't help but noticing that one knee is, admittedly, bigger than the other one. The left knee is knobbier, almost imperceptibly thicker than the right knee and this unnoticeable flaw now seems overwhelming and we all loose interest.

Tuesday, October 18th, 2005

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Time:1:15 pm.
I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!

Thursday, October 13th, 2005

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Subject:a hundred brill
Time:8:57 pm.
Working all day for a mean little man
With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
He's got me running 'round the office like a dog around a track
But when I get home,
You're always there to rub my back

Hey Julie,
Look what they're doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through without you around

Hours on the phone making pointless calls
I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
Counting down the hours 'til I get to see your face

Hey Julie,
Look what they're doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through with out you around
No, I'd never make it through with out you around

[Bridge]
How did it come to be
That you and I must be
Far away from each other every day?
Why must I spend my time
Filling up my mind
With facts and figures that never add up anyway?
They never add up anyway

Working all day for a mean little guy
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
He's got me running 'round the office
Like a gerbil on a wheel
He can tell me what to do
But he can't tell me what to feel

Hey Julie,
Look what they're doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through with out you around
No, I'd never make it through without you around
No, I'd never make it through with out you around

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