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    Mood: The Usual

    I should probably change my journal.

    ...Created 2012-06-06 15:35:50

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    Mood: Relaxing

    This fucking place disgusts me now. It is no longer about the writing. Hasn't been for quite some time. It's no different here than any other pathetic (anti)social networking site. And there isn't a single writer here. If you are reading this, look very closely at what I'm jotting down here. You are doing this for all the wrong reasons. If you want attention so badly, get a tattoo on your face, kiss a lesbian, get your cock pierced. Don't write. It will never work. I ruined my fucking liver to get published, and no one gave a shit. The glamour in this medium is dead and gone, and all we have now is Chuck.P, brad ellis and even worse who make capital from the quarter wits of our society by sheer chance. Don't waste your life on that minuscule chance. Poetry is for the weak minded who believe in only the obvious.

    Whatever you have to say, believe me, it has been said before.

    Now with that...shall we get back to writing?

    ...Created 2011-12-03 19:40:09

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    Mood: The Usual

    "A story about a man’s search to fill a void in his messed up life by going from one woman to another, hoping to gain something without giving anything back in return. Up until page 28, I listened to the angry rants of a drunken madman and wanted to put the book away without reading any further. Sometimes the anger even seemed to be directed at me, the reader. But maybe the author wanted me to be as angry as the long string of women that were abandoned.

    Edwards has a talent for using his adjectives in very descriptive detail, much to my horror. His words were dirty, nasty, offensive, disgusting and sometimes hilarious. "

    ...Created 2011-04-18 15:14:57

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    Mood: "your dick smells like shit, dude" - H&a

    Who writes short stories around here?

    ...Created 2011-04-10 09:21:35

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    Mood: The Usual

    I'm engaged.

    ...Created 2010-11-01 07:46:52

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    Mood: The Usual

    Hey Jimmy. Can we get these bugs fixed? Or are you gone for good?

    ...Created 2010-10-15 10:38:20

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    Mood: Delighted


    On Monday, when the sun is hot,

    I wonder to myself a lot:

    "Now is it true, or is it not,

    That what is which and which is what?"


    On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,

    The feeling on me grows and grows

    That hardly anybody knows

    If those are these and these are those.


    On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,

    And I have nothing else to do,

    I sometimes wonder if it's true

    That who is what and what is who.


    On Thursday, when it starts to freeze,

    And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,

    How very readily one sees

    That these are whose-but whose are these?


    On Friday.....



    -Winnie The Pooh



    ...Created 2010-08-22 12:30:42

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    Mood: The Usual

    Seems that every writer who doesn't rip off other writers are told that they lack talent.

    ...Created 2010-07-30 14:13:37

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    Mood: Paranoid

    Don't stroke my ego...if you have to stroke something...

    ...Created 2010-07-07 08:12:41

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    Mood: The Usual

    Why won't html work on my computer? I wanted to join the cool kids club and imbed some videos. But my punk bitch comp won't cooperate.

    ...Created 2010-05-26 11:18:16

    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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