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    dotsJournal: creating a jourdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: In Love

    well this is just a jour i guess.. no thought.. nothing real filling space.. hhmm

    so theres this guy right.. and he love his girl so much.. met her at church a few years back... now his girl is more holy then he. all this time dating and they have never gotten to anything below the belt

    but well they fit each other real nice.. just two silly kids

    this one day they were driving home from church.. and she's a bit flustered.. for two years now she's had to put up with his slow ass driving

    so she does something bold

    "hun, i can't stand this..

    what?

    your driving, i'll make you a deal for every five miles you go above the the speed limit e, I'll remove one piece of clothing.??He enthusiastically agreed and sped up the car. ?things where great.. he was free... free to drive faster then he ever had before... and free to stare at his womans what nots with no shame..

    he became very excited and lost control of the car. He veered off the road, went over an embankment and hit a tree. His girlfriend was not hurt but he was trapped. She tried to pull him free but alas he was stuck.??"Go to the road and get help,

    I don't have anything to cover myself with, my clothes are gone..

    The man felt around, tried to pull of his shirt of pants but could only reach one of his shoes. he could smeel gas on the ground and her the buzzing of loose elctrical wires

    he pulled of his shoe and said here

    take this and cover what matters
    ?So she did and went up to the road for help. Along came a truck driver. Seeing a naked, crying woman along the road, he pulled over to hear her story. ?
    "My boyfriend! My boyfriend he's stuck and I can't pull him out??The truck driver looking down at the shoe between her legs

    "Ma'am, if he's in that far, I'm afraid he's a goner!"

    HHAAH yeah good times

    ...Created 2006-01-25 18:53:37

    dotsJournal: another endingdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Paranoid

    So this Friday it was my birthday.. I am seventeen now.. getting older...

    I just got out of the shower... but I still donít feel right. I still feel on gourd. Like this bathrobe around my body is keeping every one out. Just a little bit.. just enough that they cant see me face.

    I cant tell if Iím real

    My body hurts, but itís all too picturesque. What if I am literary? What if some one is writing me?

    ...Created 2005-12-05 03:41:50

    dotsJournal: by iggy popdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Head Aching

    She sat on the pavement
    As I pulled in the drive
    Wearing leopard skin velvet
    And shiny black eyes
    "She looks like a sleeper"
    Said my wife at the time
    She had curls like Delilah
    And a smile like the sun
    She held my poor corpse
    Like she'd never be done
    And the caption in my mind said
    "This is the one"
    But I'm strong and I'm disciplined
    And I avoided her for years
    'Till one night, as usual
    With my heart full of tears
    A hand touched my back
    And she was standing right there
    Then I felt the luxury of her
    I felt the luxury of her
    I felt the luxury of her
    I felt the luxury
    Whispering
    Whispering

    Now I'll try hard to tell things just like they is
    How my life was a desert before she came in
    And wrecked it and ripped it and rubbed my nerves thin
    How I liked to see her little feet pad around the house
    The way she curled up quietly on the couch
    I can still see her in my mind that way now
    Aah I felt the luxury of her
    I felt the luxury of her
    I felt the luxury of her

    Well time went by quickly
    And her confidence grew
    And she wanted this and that
    And she wanted those too
    And she wouldn't shut up
    And one day I just blew up
    Now she's in the hospital
    For the second time
    Maybe she'll die
    Maybe I'll cry
    Therapists would say
    "You're in denial"
    But love became inconvenient
    Love became a literal drag
    Very bad for business
    I'd be better off a fag
    She's a model de sport
    That I can't afford
    'Cause I'm a practical American
    From the Middle-West
    And I can piss on a grave
    While welcoming guests
    If cold's what I am
    I'm cold 'till the end
    And I felt the luxury of her
    I felt the luxury of her
    Now I'm gonna continue walking
    In the modern world
    Which justifies every egotistical perversion
    With scientific talk
    And new ways to walk
    But I'll remember the religion
    She became to me
    And the other person I could have been
    So for now I'll say so long
    I gotta go do wrong
    I gotta go do wrong
    I felt the luxury
    I felt the luxury
    I felt the luxury
    Aah, Luxury

    ...Created 2005-12-01 10:27:43

    dotsJournal: by Pj Harveydots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Crazy

    I can't believe that life's so complex
    When I just want to sit here and watch you undress
    I can't believe that life's so complex
    When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love
    That I'm feeling

    Does it have to be a life full of dread
    I wanna chase you round the table, I wanna touch your head
    Does it have to be a life full of dread
    I wanna chase you round the table, I wanna touch your head

    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love
    That I'm feeling

    I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering
    When you taste so good
    I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering
    When my head burns

    Love, love, love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, love, love
    That I'm feeling

    Even in the summer
    Even in the spring
    You can never get too much of
    A wonderful thing

    You're the only story that I never told
    You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so
    You're the only story that never been told
    You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so

    Come on out, come on over, help me forget
    Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in
    Come on out, come on over, help me forget
    Keep the walls from falling on me, tumbling in
    Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in

    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, this is love
    That I'm feeling
    This is love, love, love
    That I'm feeling

    ...Created 2005-11-10 15:39:51

    dotsJournal: by big blackdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Dead Sexy

    OUght to know what I liar I am
    Ought to know me by now
    Don't curse me for my nature
    Don't blast me for my wrongs
    Just a bad penny
    I always come back to you
    Just a bad penny

    Just a bad penny
    I always come back to you
    Should have known you couldn't trust me
    As far as you could throw me
    You couldn't throw me to far
    Just a bad penny
    Couldn't throw me to far

    I think I fucked your girlfriend once.
    Maybe twice, I don't remember
    Then I fucked all your friend's girlfriends
    Now they hate you

    Just a bad penny
    Just a bad penny
    Such a bad penny
    A bad bad penny

    OUght to know what I liar I am
    Ought to know me by now
    Such a bad penny
    A bad bad penny
    OUght to know what I liar I am
    Ought to know me by now
    Ought to know you couldn't trust me
    As far as you could throw me
    Such a bad penny
    Such a bad penny
    Slap my hand

    ...Created 2005-11-07 09:54:38

    dotsJournal: dots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Dead Sexy

    Okay, so, Lou Reed goes to hell.

    When he gets there, the door man says

    ĎSorry no rock stars allowed.í

    So Lou goes to walk away

    And then, and then,

    he sees Iggy fucking Pop pull up in a limo.

    And he goes Ďhey, thatís iggy pop, howíd he get in.

    The door man says:

    ĎNo thatís Satan he just thinks heís Iggy Pop'

    ...Created 2005-11-04 13:37:03

    dotsJournal: by leonardcohendots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Thinking...

    Now I've heard there was a secret chord
    That David played, and it pleased the Lord
    But you don't really care for music, do you?
    It goes like this
    The fourth, the fifth
    The minor fall, the major lift
    The baffled king composing Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Your faith was strong but you needed proof
    You saw her bathing on the roof
    Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
    She tied you
    To a kitchen chair
    She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
    And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    You say I took the name in vain
    I don't even know the name
    But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
    There's a blaze of light
    In every word
    It doesn't matter which you heard
    The holy or the broken Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    I did my best, it wasn't much
    I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
    I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
    And even though
    It all went wrong
    I'll stand before the Lord of Song
    With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    ...Created 2005-10-06 09:55:11

    dotsJournal: by liz phairdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: The Usual

    animal girl

    It's an animal girl and it's lying on the beach.
    Its ass can surf in the sand while its head's asleep.
    Its fingers roll a reefer cigarette.
    Its skin can decompose beneath the sweat.

    I know all I need to know.
    I know how much girl to go.
    Drinking iced scotch and soda.
    I proclaim the ocean like a coppertone baby.

    Wait and see.
    You don't know who I am.
    Fig or tree...
    Lex or Superman.

    The owners may dim the lights...
    The sailors may start to fight
    back the dinner they wolfed at the taco joint.
    But maybe a blue moon will shine
    in the heart of the hood.

    It's an animal girl and its knees are turning in.
    The Spitomatic flips it on its back.
    There's a gathering crowd of heavy breasted men.
    The burn patrol is freaking out again.

    I know all I need to know.
    I know how much girl to go.

    ...Created 2005-07-29 01:07:54

    dotsJournal: by henryrollinsdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Lonely

    I Know You
    I know you
    you were too short
    you had bad skin
    you couldn't talk to them very well
    words didn't seem to work
    they lied when they came out of your mouth
    you tried so hard to understand them
    you wanted to be part of what was happening
    you saw them having fun
    and it seemed like such a mystery
    almost magic
    made you think that there was something wrong with you
    you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
    you thought that you were ugly
    and that everyone was looking at you
    so you learned to be invisible
    to look down
    to avoid conversation
    the hours
    days
    weekends
    ah the weekend nights, alone
    where were you
    in the basement?
    in the attic?
    in your room?
    working some job?
    just to have something to do
    just to have a place to put yourself
    just to have a way to get away from them
    a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself
    did you ever get invited to one of their parties
    you sat and wondered if you would go or not
    for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
    they would laugh at you
    if you would know what to do
    if you would have the right things on
    if they would notice that you came from a different planet
    did you get all brave in your thoughts
    like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
    and have a great time
    did you think that you might be "the life of the party"
    that all these people were gonna talk to you
    and you would find out that you were wrong
    that you had a lot of friends
    and you weren't so strange after all?
    did you end up going
    did they mess with you
    did they single you out
    did you find out that you were invited
    because they thought you were so weird
    yeah, I think I know you
    you spent a lot of time full of hate
    a hate that was pure as sunshine
    a hate that saw for miles
    a hate that kept you up at night
    a hate that filled your every waking moment
    a hate that carried you for a long time
    yes I think I know you
    you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
    home was not home
    your room was home
    a corner was home
    the place they weren't- that was home
    I know you
    you're sensitive
    and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
    it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable
    someone takes advantage of you
    one of them steps on you
    they mistake kindness for weakness
    but you know the difference
    you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
    and strength is something you know a bit about
    because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
    you know yourself very well now
    and you don't trust people
    you know them too well
    you try to find that "special person"
    someone you can be with
    someone you can touch
    someone you can talk to
    someone you won't feel so strange around
    and you found that they don't really exist
    you feel closer to people on movie screens
    yeah, I think I know you
    you spend a lot of time daydreaming
    and people have made comment to that effect
    telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
    but they don't know, do they
    about the long nightshifts alone
    about the years of keeping yourself company
    all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
    so you could imagine someone holding you
    the hours of indecision
    self-doubt
    the intense depression
    the blinding hate
    the rage that made you stagger
    the devastation of rejection
    well
    maybe they do know
    but if they do
    they sure do a good job of hiding it
    it astounds you how they can be so smooth
    how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
    and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill,
    and finding every way possible to screw it up
    for you, life is a long trip
    terrifying and wonderful
    birds sing to you at night
    the rain and the sun
    the changing seasons
    are true friends
    solitude is a hard won ally
    faithful and patient
    yeah, I think I know you

    ...Created 2005-07-13 18:16:03

    dotsJournal: by the ramonesdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Lonely

    pet sematary

    Under the arc of a weather stain boards
    Ancient goblins, and warlords,
    Come out the ground, not making a sound,
    The smell of death is all around,
    And the night when the cold wind blows
    No one cares, nobody knows.

    I donít want to be buried in a pet sematary
    I donít want to live my life again,
    I donít want to be buried in a pet sematary
    I donít want to live my life again.

    Follow victor to the sacred place
    This ainít a dream, I canít escape
    Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
    Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
    And the night, when the moon is bright,
    Someone cries, something ainít right.

    I donít want to be buried in a pet sematary
    I donít want to live my life again,
    I donít want to be buried in a pet sematary
    I donít want to live my life again.

    The moon is full, the air is still,
    All of the sudden I feel a chain,
    Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
    Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
    And the night when the wolves cry out,
    Listen close and you can hear me shout.

    I donít want to be buried in a pet sematary
    I donít want to live my life again,
    I donít want to be buried in a pet sematary
    I donít want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no
    I donít want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh
    I donít want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no
    I donít want to live my life again, oh, oh

    ...Created 2005-06-25 12:01:35

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