Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 05:28:59 GMT

Whoever "doesn't get it" probably doesn't get sports to begin with.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 05:08:19 GMT

I feel complete again. The best feeling in the entire world.
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I've always wanted to do something like this, so here goes.

Everyday, I'll add to this list with a few lines from any song lyric/movie quote that hits me with a strong emotion. You can comment on what emotion you think it is. It'll likely never end. The point is I'll look back at it and will (if i forget) piece back together what kind of person i was. Here goes (newest on top):

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Less of you is more than I can take.

^Pictures of Shorelines, Further Seems Forever

You're the closest to heaven, That I'll ever be

And I don't wanna go home right now

^Iris, Goo Goo Dolls

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.

^Caramel, Suzanne Vega

I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch, it's news,
Pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two,
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,
An excellent method to get rid of the next bully,
It's actually better cause instead you murderin',
You can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em,
It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room, Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops,
All you see is bitches comin' out their fuckin' halter tops,
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hard Rocks parking lot,
You'll all get shot whether its your fault or not

^Soldier, Eminem

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

^Bad Touch, Bloodhound Gang

I watch how the
Moon sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming
The moon's going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me You do
Favors and then rapidly You just
Turn around and start asking me about
Things you want back from me
I'm sick of the tension sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed -
While I find a place to rest

^Linkin Park, A Place For My Head

"I'm gonna take your family apart piece by piece, you understand me? Piece by piece."

John Creasey, Man On Fire

"Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting."

-John Creasey, Man On Fire

"Gentlemen. The hopes and dreams of an entire town are riding on your shoulders. You may never matter more than you do right now. It's time."

-Coach Gary Gaines, Friday Night Lights

You won't have eyes tonight, you won't have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf, and dumb, and all the dead will know, "This is Hector, the fool who thought he killed Achilles."

-Achilles, Troy

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius: commander of the armies of the North, general of the Felix legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."

-Maximus, Gladiator

My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics
You go say the wrong shit and get your face split
The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it
The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit
Graze it, your peace talk, save it
You shit sounds dated, you're overrated
I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers

^Never Enough, 50 Cent

I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship
Save it bitch, babysit, you make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask
Kiss my dick, get my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass

^Superman, Eminem

There may not
Be another way to your heart
So I guess I'd better find a new way in
I shiver when I hear your name
Think about you but it's not the same
I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin

^Shiver, Maroon 5

You shouldn't throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break your face

^Patiently Waiting, 50 Cent

A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?

^Peter, The Rules Of Attraction

Tuesday, February 04, 2003

Tue, 04 Feb 2003 23:33:44 GMT

so he walked until his legs collapsed.

under the bright red sun the desert beamed and his shadow burned.

he saw no end to the horizon. it grew ever distant, ever fading.
sometime it sparkled, a faint hope, but lost in the pale wind before a sigh was heard.

lifeless.

he was abandoned. left alone for the vultures of life to devour him, inch by inch,
as he slowly watched consequence unfold.

he once recalled of the day he kept so dearly to his beaten heart.

"hold my hand and let faith destroy us"

and it did.

he knew this because it was of his doing.

but how he longed for the words he said to repent.

how he longed to come back to his comrade and beg for forgiveness.

oh, how he saw the glorious field as the everlasting heat vanished and the
starless night appeared in the veiling of the sun.

he reached out his hand, to her, to him, to everything that was once found in
the grasp of his pulsating heart.

he never heard the footsteps pound.

the hard rain collided with the burning ground, creating a mist of steam around him.

he felt the shock of pain in his skull.

the dent in his skull, the blood trickle down his nose, on his lip.

his mind flashed.

an angel with torn, bloodied wings, bound by chains.

a girl, alone, crying by the sea, pearls of emotion running down her sweet cheek.

a young man sitting in a dark house twisting his hair and laying his head on his lap.

things that made his heart warm regardless of the stinge of pain.

his mind deceived him of the gash on the back of his legs.

he felt his knees hit the smoldering sand.

he cried, for all things that he wish he had not done.

he cried, for the shadow that burned was now detached from him.

the pain, all at once, hit his mind.

he stared ahead, refusing to watch his foe behind.

he sees her.

he reaches out.

his mind fills with sand.

so he walked until his legs collapsed.

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Sunday, January 30, 2005

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Tuesday, February 04, 2003