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(no subject) [Apr. 12th, 2010|02:57 am]
[mood |accomplished]

For the first time in four years I recommended that someone listen to someone named ben gibbard
my little sister told me about all the cool music she listens to
listing owl city as her absolute favorite band ever
She is a texting monster, getting busted for shop lifting and poorly hidden joints and updates her facebook like a pro
I have a beard, havent left my apartment in a week and have a vacuum extracting venom hassling my bloodstream through a hole in my thigh

Today very dramatically i put sheets over the many mirrors i have surrounded myself with
I did this after watching The fly
I watched The fly after the UPS pack delivery woman averted her gaze while asking for my signature on a crate of Rice Krispy Treat cereal that i desperately wanted two weeks ago at three in the morning

My birthday, my 21st birthday to be exact is quickly approaching
If this hole gets some skin thrown on it, if this infection dissipates, if this unwavering scent of death clears before May 23rd I plan on celebrating it like an average 21 year old boy would
fingers crossed?

I dont know any of my livejournal friends, have not clicked friends page in a while so i wont apologize for the grammatical errors

p.s listen to phantogram, you will thank me
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more physical than one could possibly imagine [Sep. 15th, 2009|05:28 am]
A bee looks for nectar,this is mid fall so this bee bounces back to the hive half full
A bee gets caught in a spiders web,if this had been earlier in the season the bee would not be entangled in this gossamer strand.
A spider feasts on a bee
without the bee a spider would not have the strength to sustain its egg pouch
A child trips on a rock
A easter dress is ruined
A thousand eyes peer out onto a childs dirty face before a reckless pudgy hand closes A thousand eyes forever
A filthy hand is run under a cascade of warm water
A scold is met with tears that gather at the edge of two eyes,flowing down A dirty face the streams get absorbed by A floral print
Fear is given to A child
A pine-green trash barrel is given A easter dress
A garbage truck makes its last stop before heading to a waste management facility to dump A floral print in a incinerator
A putrid odor permeates the air surrounding A incinerator
A twenty-four year old man inhales a toxin found in a dye that is favored by a popular childrens clothes designer
A rash is found on the body of A twenty-four year old man
A girlfriend full of accusations on infidelity is newly single
A fresh water aquarium cracks when A newly single girlfriend slams A apartment door
A trunk barb swallows a fragment of glass on its search for algae, the corpse of a aquatic animal crowns a ceramic castle
A thin film of grime shadows a sitting room green

the thoughts you have at 6:47 in the morning
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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2009|08:55 am]
Born into this world drowning
I will leave it on fire
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(no subject) [Jun. 26th, 2009|11:14 pm]
I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked.

I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You.

Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.

Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic.

Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway.

Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.

Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi.

Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.

Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.

I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.
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(no subject) [Jun. 16th, 2009|02:09 pm]
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(no subject) [Jun. 10th, 2009|03:37 am]
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(no subject) [Jun. 10th, 2009|01:49 am]
If god has a plan laid out for you,why pray?
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(no subject) [May. 14th, 2009|10:00 am]
I had to give my cat pill away
could not stay in my apartment with my roommates other cat
i saw my cat last night
today it is dead
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2009|07:21 am]
I have waited two years to see some actual footage of this
i was not disappointed

no one better than Spike Jonze

AND Karen O is doing the soundtrack
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(no subject) [Feb. 24th, 2009|03:22 pm]
Cursive is back.
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