     
John Doe
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Mood: Thinking...
Posted on 2005-12-30 23:20:34
Breathe
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Happy New Year
Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-12-28 21:43:07
Have a radiant and loving year.
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Dreams
Mood: Thinking...
Posted on 2005-12-23 18:08:17
How many of us live our dreams? How many sit behind a desk and think about what could had been? Life is a blink in the scheme of things, in that blink, how many of us see what we want to see? My time is now...how about you?
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Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-09-10 02:36:38
Love the ones you love...the alarm clock may go off one day and they are not there...BEEEEE...8:00.....BEEEEEEE...8:00.....BEEEEEEE......8:00..
BEEEEEEE......8:00......BEEEEEEEE........8:00......
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PRIMAL SCREAM
Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-09-10 02:33:02
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Untitled Entry
Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-09-09 14:19:55
Breath...there are so many who aren't.
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Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-09-09 13:31:21
The wind still blows within their souls,
Hearts beat for those not by their side.
Water recedes, replaced by as many tears,
From this sorrow, not one may hide.
The wind still blows within their minds,
Cheeks wet with salty rain.
What once was may never be,
Just sweat , blood, and pain.
The wind still blows within their eyes,
Spirits crumble, far too much to cope.
Hands reach out for one another,
Within our humanity, rests our hope.
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shades of life1
Mood: Thinking...
Posted on 2005-09-01 02:17:40
I drink...too much. The mind...my brain exist within an egg of gray shell...bloody yolk. I am weak in this regard. The alcohol tears the ticket in two. "Ticket to what?" You may ask. The ticket to a ride of pleasures and regrets. Vivid moments of past. A flickering black and white motion picture of happy waltzing with sad. Life...breathing in and out. Love. Love lost. Fingers born of a burning cigarette reach from across the bar and scratch my chin. What is this? This embryonic existence? We are all born...but are we all...born? What do you do with your life? Are you happy? Am I? Am I born into happiness? Am I born into what I want? Have I given birth...to me? Or is the procrastination aborting me? I have finally realized the reality. I will be born. And the world will know. Follow your dreams.
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Mood: Thinking...
Posted on 2005-08-18 01:56:53
Life is as looking at the sun, painful but brilliant.
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Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-08-17 00:50:07
Would you allow me this dance, Madam? (extends hand)
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