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    dotsJournal: Round Twodots
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    Mood: Back with a Better Brain

    Been gone for some time but it feels so good to be back where I was born again. I lost a lot of poetry, about six months worth so I stopped writing for a long while, but now the thoughts are flowing faster than ever before so I thought I would share a few. PEACE IN AND OUT.

    ...Created 2007-06-11 20:33:56

    dotsJournal: The Notedots
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    Mood: Bored

    Football Season is Over

    "No More Games.No More Bombs. No More Walking.No More Fun.No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun-for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax- This won't hurt a bit."



    *Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide on Feb. 20th of this year. His last wishes consisted of having his ashes shot out of a cannon by actor Johnny Depp. His suicide note, all 352 pages of it will be pblished at the accord of Rolling Stones Magazine, a publisher that he wrote nearly religiously for during the 70's. Above is just a sample of his last words. He killed himself talking on the phone with his wife. His son and grandson were in the house.

    ...Created 2005-09-12 22:18:32

    dotsJournal: Just a Kiddie?dots
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    Mood: Frustrated

    I was on lunch the other day at work, so i decided to go to this grocery store right by my job to buy me and my feloow co-workers a bag of sweets to snack on while we work. Well, I'm standing in the isle looking for something good and get into a bit of friendly conversation with a shelf stocker who apparently worked there. He was an older fellow and a moment later he asked me why I was buying such a large bag of candy. I then told him that I was going to share it with my co-workers. He then hastely laughed and asked me why. (Sorry if this is dragging on) I said, "Just to be nice." He then told me something along the lines of, "Well, you know they won't appreciate it." I then told him that I worked with some good people, people I could easily call 'close friends'. So he tells me, "Yeah, but you don't know nothing about the world, you are still a kiddie." I think those might have been his exact words because they really stuck out in my mind. I wasn't going to say anything, I was just going to say goodbye and leave, but I couldn't. So I said, "I might be young, but I know more about life then people twice my age." He laughed. I mean, right in my face. Then he said, "What makes you think you know so much about life?" he spoke in a very arrogant tone. So I continued by telling him that the reason I know so much about life is because I have seen pain. This must have broke one of his ribs and his laughs started to get me a bit angry. He told me I haven't seen pain, and then asked me to indulge him in such "pain". So I told him. I told him about all the surgeries. I told him about how I have spent probably a fourth of my life in a hospital. I told him about the brain tumor that nearly took my life when I was only eight years old. I told him about the headaches and told him about the tears. "Ever have to relearn how to walk?" I asked him, but he was silent. I think he got the point becasue he had a very solomn look on his face. I smiled, told him to have a nice day, and left. He, on the other hand, said nothing.

    The candy was good, and my friends said 'thanks'.

    ...Created 2005-07-28 20:50:18

    dotsJournal: Almost Deaddots
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    Mood: Yeay!!

    Something crazy happened to me when I visited my Grandparents in Tennessee. My uncle was building a fence for them and I was helping. We had to dig some deep holes in order to feed in the posts for extra stength. Well, we were digging a hole and we hit a big root. My uncle took the axe and started hacking away. Well then, on my uncle's backswing the axe touched the very tip of my nose. This was pretty damn crazy. Two more inches or so and I wouldn't be writing this right now. Just glad to be alive. PEACE.

    ...Created 2005-05-25 10:34:57

    dotsJournal: Lost Withoutdots
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    Mood: Brain Fried

    Its been one month and I haven't taken a hit of weed. I smoked every day for three years and then I stopped cold turkey. At first I felt great but now my trials are truly being put to the test. A good friend of mine asked me to smoke today and I got so pissed at him because I told all my friends not to even ask me. I hope I can make it for this is so hard. This is a true test of mind over matter and my inner self. WEED IS ADDICTING. Only a little while longer and I will be home FREE.

    ...Created 2005-04-14 23:26:35

    dotsJournal: No More Frydots
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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    I've been sober now for 3 weeks. From time to time I get really jumpy of hyper, yet sobrity isn't that bad and I think that I won't be wasting money and brain cells again, thank God. IF ANYONE SAYS WEED ISN'T ADDICTING THEY ARE ONLY LYING TO THEMSELVES. I'm so glad I can finally remember my dreams now. YO have no idea how long it has been.

    ...Created 2005-04-08 00:28:31

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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