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| Wednesday, September 14th, 2005 | | 11:46 pm |
(1 previous kill | kill a wicked person) | | Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004 | | 11:39 pm |
I think this will be my last post. (kill a wicked person) | | 11:32 pm |
Psychoactive Life
Oh shit, I just got a bit of bad mood.... That means I might be coming down... for a while. It's .... some... time, where I should do something about it other than the instinctual (sp) bury my head in the bed under the blankets (although that is warm and nice too) but something like... get a glass of water or call someone who would cheer me up or something. Oh fuck it. Wait,.. that's not good. I hate livejournal, and that's not the bad mood thing. It's just stupid. But here I am posting... probably part of the hate, it's not hate of the thing, just what it leads to? Oh yeah, I was going to... I've decided on getting a pipe and performing the aforementioned bed/blankets thing. I have a great blanket and it needs attention aside from when I'm cold. But should I also smoke a cigarette?Oh... I shouldn't be coming down yet... that's probably just the didn't drink enough bad mood. Bleed for me, please. (kill a wicked person) | | 11:12 pm |
I'll be old when it's over
Election night was something else. We didn't go to bed until... sometime. I haven't really slept for real yet. These past 4 days have been rediculously lacking sleep. And yet, I'm really not tired.... just bored. So I figured I might as well sleep, right? Noone is doing anything fun are they? Because if they are, well..................... Yeah, nothing to follow that up. Dave took us out to dinner at the Draught. It was tasty and appreciated. Good ol' diamond dollars. I want to give Kerry a hug. Things. Baaad. (kill a wicked person) | | Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004 | | 11:52 am |
Souls, Saints, Journeys
It's been a billion small bits of time since I posted last. It's not really something I ever do anymore, but that makes sense since I barely use computers at all anymore either. Style's and my Halloween masks were awesome. There are pictures but no pictures of the best application, except some chick somewhere in Philly who has a really creepy digital picture of us in a basement. I should develop that film. I got the 'don't look at me' response a lot. They really were creepy and awesome. Halloween lasted a long time. I tweaked out from the middle of the night until the next day after the radio show. Being on the air was neat. I enjoyed Dave's reaction to Max's "What the Faulk" that got Max's mike cut off. Max also mocked the sponsors which was a baaad idea. So anyway, after the radio show I tried to sleep but I just laid in bed for many hours. After being essentially awake for almost two days I finally got to sleep Monday night. It was kind of sick that I went to bed last night with an Omega Vodka next to me as a nighttime snack. Today people are spos'ta vote. I guess the plan is to shower and get this greasy dirt of the past 5 days of inebriation off of me. I'm actually straight sober right now.... I should get that out of the way. Watching election news all day drunk is the plan. I hope to set out tomorrow to see some other places. I woke up at 10:30. What the hell is the point of this post. I think I'm just killing time. Oh... but time, now I shall let you flourish. Coffee and cigarettes. Rum. Northwest. Happy Election Day Happy All Saint's Day Style called me and implied I had work tomorrow... I might have gotten the call today... work? uh oh. Current Mood: little green manCurrent Music: Cosmonaut Zero - Spaztic (kill a wicked person) | | Sunday, August 29th, 2004 | | 1:28 pm |
Blood makes me think of Butterflies
For all you body modification nuts out there who also are art nuts. The blood is fake, but the syringe is real (according to the artist), through a previous hole. This is a shot from DeviantArt.com which caught my eye.  Copyright © 2004 +suzi9mm I liiiike it. If anyone has a problem with this photo being shown on this page, please email me and it will be taken down, provided you are speaking on behalf of the artist. Note the image is linked, not copied. (kill a wicked person) | | Friday, August 20th, 2004 | | 2:37 pm |
(kill a wicked person) | | Saturday, June 26th, 2004 | | 12:54 pm |
The Book of Spirals
or The Third Book of Five or The Third Book of the Prophetwhich is as possibly assumed, a book which details the growth of the prophet in the year wherein the events described happened. Chapter 11. A poet or someone who might have been a poet although history suggests he was merely a happy fellow on a long acid trip which far too greatly contributed to his two weeks within which he found himself doing things greatly unnerving to his fellows and not-so-fellows once began a tale which perhaps was not of his own creation. 2. He* who tells this tale and often he* who is listening if he is actually listening will be walking in tighter and tighter circles until he* finds himself spinning in a single location no longer walking at all but merely shuffling. 3. Of course the latter person, the listener if he is actually listening will be following the circular pattern of the speaker because otherwise it might be considered hard to hear by those with a faint heart. 4. The poet's story will no longer be of importance in this book; however, one might assume that he was the one that first told this tale, despite the fact that he probably was not. *: He may be a she, or otherwise, perhaps neither or both.Chapter 21. The one first prophet of the new way or order as it were was one man who was simply sitting and being rather bored when the muses arrived. 2. Now these muses may not have been muses at all for the first prophet might not have even been a man, but for the sake of sanity we will follow his story anyway. 3. It turns out that the muses were not muses at all, but came to the prophet bearing gifts of fine drink and not so fine drink and cigarettes and menthol cigarettes which shall be seperated from cigarettes for this discussion for their subtle addition of throat burning discomfort, bad taste, fibreglass interior, and the seperate purpose for which they were used, which was something altogether forgotten, perhaps, in the scope of this story. 4. The wine which was brought by the first of two muses was actually a prophet as well although the same cannot be said for the second who was perhaps the true muse in our story. 5. Thus it is said that the story proceeded as follows. 6. The three drank the wine that was brought as a gift and smoked the cigarettes and menthol cigarettes which were not but were accepted as such by the prophet, who must now be referred to as the elder prophet as there was now present a less-elder prophet or the warrior prophet as he is now known by some in the order. 7. Visual stimulation thus gave way to a great social party among the three present and the three drank wine and smoked long into the night and through the next morning at the cost of the responsibilities of the elder prophet who greatly enjoys being now deemed the eldar, which by a minor misspelling refers in whole to the same statement of title. 8. Thus ended the first night of the time of spiraling. Chapter 31. The following day was denoted by a remembrance of perhaps meeting these two new fellows by the eldar in a dream or otherwise on another night of heavy drinking and smoking in the cold, for at this time the world was blanketed in a heavy winter and the eldar was too poor to afford to heat his abode, which was large although not entirely his own. 2. This day took place with much travel and the ingestion of interesting new foods which until they were eaten it should be noted that the day was one of hunger and strife, which might not have been at all difficult in the frame of mind which it were taken, which refers to a time of hallucination, drunkeness, and perhaps other mental debilititation. 3. The drinking ran rampant and the social orgy which took place shall be forever remembered as the time when things were of the second day. 4. It was thus that the warrior prophet revealed the secret need of his for shelter from the elements, for he had no home in the world of men. The muse, or potential third prophet was merely present to bring gifts of menthol cigarettes, mental stimulation, and otherwise to have a good time. 5. It could be argued that none of those present, be they holy in some way or otherwise, were just hanging around to partake in mind altering substances and otherwise to have a good time. 6. Thus it is believed that the eldar welcomed the warrior prophet to live under his roof and partake of the amenities of the home. 7. And the drinking went forth. Chapter 41. Over the next two weeks shipments of herbs and drinks were imported and the time was one of constant inebriation during which many thoughts were left unthought and many actions left undone. 2. It seems that around this time the discovery of ambrosia came to its first full use in large quantities. 3. Thus at the end of the first two weeks the muse found this environment too hostile to her life and she bailed. 4. On the other hand, the two prophets took on as their duty a need to spend each and every last penny that they owned on that which would disable their thinking. 5. Thus they escaped for some time from the harsh reality which is reality and created their own new reality which comprised of a new, or not so new, form of mental discourse and social interation. 6. Many followers joined the prophets to hear them speak, to speak with them, to watch them lie about and do essentially nothing and otherwise to enjoy their company, which was rather enjoyable due to the insane nature of their twisted thinking. 7. For two months from the first day this sort of nothingness occurred, marking the full waxing and waning of the spiral which when it ended resulted in the prophets owning nothing, owing everything, and rather defeated physically and mentally. Chapter 51. But this time was not wasted. 2. During this time many a friendship was forged and forged anew. 3. Many a thing was learned about life, about escaping life, and about creating a proper mix. 4. The beginnings of many new ideas were forged and a new age was to be born from the wreckage of this life. 5. Wreckage I say, by the standards of modern human living, but spiritually and emotionally these men were born anew, only now that their spiral had come to its apex would they assume the true nature of their prophetic titles. 6. Thus the Spiral begat the Evolution. This is but a rough draft of the book and many amendments may come to pass although probably not. There are many players in this production which have not yet even been mentioned despite their importance in the story. Most importantly it should be noted that this time was one of hazy memory and it is difficult to recall exactly what happened in this story. Also, chapter one is complete bullshit. (kill a wicked person) | | Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 | | 10:41 am |
Take what you can. Give nothing back.
This is the first I've opened the ol' laptop in weeks. She is in baaad shape. Need for repairs imminent. I'll get to it soon. I've been in the suburbs mostly these past few days. After the camping trip I started working for the mom-lady doing landscaping and otherwise working on her new house et al. First day working she comes around back where I am hauling dirt and she says there is a guy out front who wants to talk to me about working for him. Take a step back: I have a plan, and the plan is to continue acquiring more and more jobs, leaving behind the ones that aren't as good as I go. Well, day one at job one and I get hired for a new job. So Style and I are hired by a gentleman named Berk Martin. We are now officially independent subcontractors, which is cool, because I now have an occupation. I guess... whatever, anyway... First day there and he says he knows a guy who needs some work. So now on Friday we are supposed to go work for another guy. So I have three jobs lined up. Not to mention, we are making mad money. I've got over two hundred bills in my pocket right now which is about to be banked. This is an extremely good thing. Now I have enough money to pay back some of the money I owe different institutions and persons and money to find a place to live when my lease runs out. I really would like to live with Lauren for a month or so this summer. I like Lauren, and I like her house and housemates, and I like the city. Which reminds me, I want to get my old job back working as a programmer. Not that I like programming, because I don't. And not so much because it's easier than hard labor, because it isn't (it's mentally taxing), but because I want to go home. I hate the suburbs. Working for CTI (Creative Technologies International) I can work from anywhere. Clave... my house... other people's houses. I've probably worked for CTI more out of other people's houses and coffee shops than I've worked at CTI or at my own house. And like any work, sometimes when you are programming you get really into it and like ten hours go by like nothing at all. Plus you get to drink coffee and take mini-breaks for snacks and whatnot all day. Tonight I am going to Shampoo with L-Dizz.. I'm not sure how I feel about typing out L-Dizz, I think in the future she will remain the illustrious Lauren. I plan on having a great time, however, I barely slept last night, so I'm going to have to take a nap or something. So anyway, I'm off to go make some cash money records. I'll be back in the city this evening. Oh, as a final note: being a pirate is great. Not only do I live for almost no money at all, but I am eating healthier than I have in a long time. Maybe I'll not die of muscle decay. Current Mood: resourceful and occupiedCurrent Music: Pink Floyd (2 previous kills | kill a wicked person) | | Tuesday, April 27th, 2004 | | 7:07 pm |
Liberate Your Mind
My icons aren't showing up!!! What the fuck, man. Style and myself spent the day in philly driving around and looking in shops and whatnot. People were terribly nice. We got presents. A couple shops on South St. and a couple on Walnizzitynut St. Style was refused entrance to Wonderland. They were real nice about it, but he doesn't carry ID and well... they demand it. Real interesting the way a store like that does business and manages to stay open. We were in a lot of cigar shops today. We saw some cool hookas and peace pipes. We're going to make a peace pipe. I'm done. Current Music: Disturbed (2 previous kills | kill a wicked person) | | Saturday, April 24th, 2004 | | 4:47 pm |
Sitting in the Sun
Ah, what the hell... an journal entry: My total classes missed for this semester is 80. Sorry ladies and gentlemen, no 100 this semester. I made up for it by missing a substantially higher number last semester. Speaking of numbers, I would like to talk about my favorite types of cigarettes. They all seem to be numbers. I smoke 27's and 555's. Both quality flavor. I am currently chilling at Dave's. Jes' chillin', waiting for the party to start. Beautiful day. Lately I spend all my days outside. (kill a wicked person) | | Wednesday, April 21st, 2004 | | 10:54 am |
Something About Silence Makes Me Sick
[NOTE: THERE IS A HUUUUGE BEE IN MY ROOM AND A BEE CARCASS ON THE FLOOR] I'm taking a brief break from the paper I'm writing. It's good to be able to write without worrying about order, organization, or research. I have a feeling that today is going to be a bumpy ride. By 1:00pm I will have missed my 79th class this semester. Realistically, I don't see myself missing more than 81 for the entire term. Less than 100! I finally forced myself to take a look at the final coding assignment for the semester and while I have no idea how to do it nor how I'm supposed to get started, it isn't due until Monday. That's an extra three days on the ol' timeline. I have to have my photobook bound by tomorrow at 4:00pm. I don't know if that's going to happen or not. Maybe CVS sells home binding kits. That would be better than going to a copy center or something. This morning when I came downstairs Max was in ultra-good mood mode. It was a little bit strange. He said it was a great day to be alive. I know what he means though. Whenever its nice out and I wake up naturally (not to an alarm) I feel really pleased with the world. I woke up this morning at 8:30 all by meself. Strange, so I went back to bed until 9:45. Alarm never even got to go off. Poor guy, bet he feels neglected. Yesterday I just turned him off and slept until 10:30. Well then, it's time to resume writing in a more organized format. Cheers, -Cereal Current Mood: drivenCurrent Music: Rage Against the Machine (5 previous kills | kill a wicked person) | | Tuesday, April 20th, 2004 | | 3:23 pm |
A Life Well Lived
I woke up this morning around 5ish in the living room, I had passed out drunk and high the night before. I went upstairs and went to bed again. Alarm went off at 8:00. I snoozed once and then turned it off. I woke up again around 10:30, feeling great. Made coffee and brushed my teeth, spit up an unusually great deal of blood. (I also had a semi-panic-style-attack when I realized I might have gingivitis or something and I'm afraid of loosing teeth. Actually, that's a really scary thought. Went over to clave, played the congas for awhile. Hacked a bit. Smoked a bowl. Nothing like a morning breakfast of coffee, cigarettes, and weed. Anyway, I smoked a 555, and those things are amazing. They are called something import or something like that. From London. Very good flavor. Hacked around a bit. Played some TimeSplitters 2. I am getting good at that shit. I was in some sort of battle royal of robots or some shit. Then off to work. At work I've been sitting outside. Decided to limit myself to 4 smokes a day starting sometime today, so I have 3 more I can smoke. Although I only have 2 left in my pack, so I may be quitting sooner than I expect for financial reasons. I am weening off so that I can be completely done smoking by the 7th of May. That's it for now. Too bad I suck at getting my shit done. Later skaters, yes that's you. (1 previous kill | kill a wicked person) | | 2:34 pm |
A little bit about me:
77th class. Ready? Ok, go. I can't seem to ever stay conscious enough for the end of They Live. The fucking movie, to me, has no conclusion. I know how it's supposed to end though. So I'm going to have to watch at least the end of it, again. I hate 2-d digital design. Pity, since I want to graduate college with a degree in Digital Media Design. I hate college, but I'm going to be here another 2.5 years at least, and I made the decision to do this consciously. I am a walking contradiction. Apparently I take influences from old rock. Apparently. Zombies live in my basement. I dont' mind. There are also non-zombie dead bodies down there I think, unless they turned into zombies... which is possible, the furnace is big enough to house a lot of zombies. I laid in the grass today... I spend most every day outside a lot. I am quitting smoking, but I still smoke. I decided to quit this morning when I realized that my mouth is being eaten away. I've also decided to not drink any hard liquor for awhile. The last thing I drank last night was cheap vodka, and I didn't think of it at the time, but that was terrible for my mouth and throat. I spit up a lot of blood this morning. All I had to fucking do was drink some water, which was sitting right in front of me. Good high/drunkeness last night though. I play too many video games. I am a hardcore slacker, but I go to an ivy league school... and hate it. I like things bitter, in many senses of the word... in fact, maybe all of them. I hate dependency of any kind. I hate that I have to process things like financial aid and whatnot through my parents because I am a "dependent". I am almost completely non-supported by them. I borrow my mom's car from time to time and she provides me with health insurance. That's it! Currently anyway. For like a year and a half. I lived with her for a month a year ago. We don't get along. We were at each other's eyeballs when I left. I am thirsty and lazy. I like to read. I like to write crap, especially the kind of crap that will never be read ever. Like this far down this post. I mostly like to destroy myself, mostly. Mostly. Current Mood: high as a whistleCurrent Music: Apocalyptica (kill a wicked person) | | Monday, April 19th, 2004 | | 2:25 pm |
Just keeping Track.
76th class Too much work slash too many drugs to write in this here journal these days. I also plan to reply to a number of comments in the near future. Just keeping all you loyal journal readers up to date. (kill a wicked person) | | Sunday, April 18th, 2004 | | 2:56 pm |
73rd class. Give or take one. I guess. (kill a wicked person) | | Wednesday, April 14th, 2004 | | 2:24 am |
Running the Edge
70th class. I think. Which classes I missed last week is a little hazy at this point. I'm technically in a hard enough place right now in terms of finances, deadlines, and academia, that I can consider it a run. So... here I go. Running. It's gonna take some prep-time I guess. I did some dishes and made some coffee for tomorrow. That certainly doesn't count for much. I played poker today. Haven't done that in some time. Pity that money was so tight. I could've done less badly if I had some more resources (no limit hold'em). Then again, I could have lost more too. So it works both ways. I lost $8. Which sort of sucks. Current Mood: a little wired, a little tiredCurrent Music: Counting Crows (kill a wicked person) | | Tuesday, April 13th, 2004 | | 3:23 pm |
I feel like I failed EVERYTHING. Ever.
truepoker bizzatches. stream of consciousness style? Suuuuure. Well, it all began one day. It was snowy and shitty and otherwise hateful outside... I just won a hand. It was neat. I had pocket nines. Now I have Ace nine, but I'ma fold it. There are mexican people in the room. I don't think I can handle that. I got high and started watching ebaum's world videos. Bad fucking idea. Let me tell you. Don't watch them. Except there was this one that was fairly tuned to a high kid. Very waking lifeish. I am wasting valuable time here! Taye Diggs just called a bet. I'm up 162, and rollin hard. That should be something. Something BIG. Big like big letters on a little screen. Damn, I am rotting. Now 147. Damn, the cards aren't working out for me. I really want to play some hold'em with the boys, the cats, the cool muthafuckas I used to play caaahds with. Deanr checks. I see it in his eyaieeaiees. 132. Damn there are a lot of spades on the board. 5S just beat 3S for the higher flush. Packed fucking table. I missed easter this weekend (extended family style), and that is sad. I think. No wait.. that's not sadness. That's just knowing it would have been cool and missing out. Whatever. Apathy strikes AGAAAIIIN. My phone had email for a day. Grease lightening. No free cards on my watch busta. Rhymes. The unbelievable flush is mine! $777 pot. Neat for me, eh? eh. I been hangin' around, this town. I need luck to feel good about myself. Knowing is half the battle. G.I. Joe. General Issue Joe... Okay, I feel it. Hmm, my split fives didn't win... what do I think about that? NOTHING. Nothing. Nothing at all. Much closer. Ace high loses. Now I play some real shitty cards. Now I hit the button. You know, the "check-fold" button Wow, I'm still in. Noone bet. Hmmmm..... Maybe my 3 7 will showdown. Drat, 4 7.. Singin' a song. Laughin a little. SHIT! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE! Current Mood: like a fish. (6 previous kills | kill a wicked person) | | 2:44 pm |
Lost my attention
I am high as a kite. I like to ride my bike. As long as it is good conditions. And it has to be a good location. With lots of non-boring fun things to do. I want to write a haiku. But the numbers are too much to chew. So a nursery rhyme will do. I think the numbers have some 5's and 7's in their midst. I said no, muthafucka I said NO. (4 previous kills | kill a wicked person) | | Tuesday, April 6th, 2004 | | 9:18 pm |
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