The Boss

Mon, 18 Aug 2003 21:46:03 GMT

Im not gonna write in this thing anymore. I gots better things to do. Like read my bible.

End.

Screw it all

Sat, 09 Aug 2003 05:41:26 GMT

I really dont know what to write anymore. I dont even care really whats said anymore. Who cares. I thought that we were friends. I guess not because your starting to get that way where you act totally different around me anymore. I am so bummed man. I knew it was too good to be true. You know life sucks so bad. I hope I have a great time at camp. I hope that everything turns out alright. It will be fun. I am so messed up right now I dont know what to think. It WAS too good to be true.

Zao.....

Tue, 29 Jul 2003 05:24:08 GMT

I just read that ZAO is back together. Oh man I love that band. Best band to ever roam the earth. Well to me anyways.

Your eyes

Sun, 27 Jul 2003 06:49:31 GMT

I could see the reflection.
In the tears that made their way.
Down your face.
Onto the ground i kneel upon.
They form a river that overtakes me.
Compassion envelopes me.

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 22:16:00 GMT

I feel it more than ever
And in this perfect weather
We'll find a place together

Kristy

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 21:11:45 GMT

I don't want to fight.
I just want to get along with you.
This time of night's,
For singin songs.

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 21:02:01 GMT

I'm a meth lab, first rehab
Take it all off
And step inside the running cab
Theres a love that knows the way

I'm the bloodstain
On your shirt sleeve
Coming down and more are coming to believe
Now we know it all for sure

Make the hair stand
Up on your arm
Teach you how to dance
Inside the funny farm
Not alone I'll be there
Tell me when you want to go

More will be revealed my friend

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 20:39:24 GMT

I got dosed by you
Closer than most to you
What am I supposed to do
Take it away I never had it anyway
Take it away and everything will be ok

In you a star is born
You cut a perfect form
Someone forever warm
Lay on, Lay on, Lay on, Lay on

Way upon the mountain where she died
All I ever wanted was your life
Deep inside the canyon I cannot hide
All I ever wanted was your life

Show love with no remorse
Climb onto your seahorse
This ride is right on course
This is the way I wanted it to be with you
This is the way I knew that it would be with you.

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 20:31:48 GMT

Standing in line
To see the show tonight
But there's a light on
Heavy Glow
By the way I tried to say I'd be there...
...Waiting for Danny the girl
Is singing songs to me
beneath the marquee...overload

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 20:11:32 GMT

Love is of the past.
Better things come in the future.
But for that one person whom you truly love.
Always cherish the moments with them.

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 19:36:30 GMT

Tune out everyone in the crowd because now it's just me and you.

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 18:24:23 GMT

Turning open arms,
Into closed fists.

Anniversary

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 07:30:09 GMT

No more gold lights for the queen earth to keep you warm in your kingdoms.
High on the waves you make for us.
But not since you left have the waves come.
The bar is dead and the rockets rain is keeping you wet in your deathbed.
So high on the waves you made for us.
And not since you left have the waves come...Have the waves come

To Nadla
Love, Jesus

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 06:15:57 GMT

Always the same old taste just new injury.
Well I'll wear the claws if you like that.
Yeah if you'd like that we can ride on a black horse.
A great new wave Hesperian death horse.
I can call you when I get back.
Yeah when I get back I will call.
But don't speak, Don't say nothing.
In case we ever do meet again.
You always sharpen your teeth 'cause your like that.
And you're like that everytime you pull heart back.
And her compact's carving deeper in your lap.
I would call but I forget where the phone is at.
Guess I'll talk to you when I get back.
Yeah when I get back I will talk.
But don't speak, Don't say nothing.
In case we ever should meet again.
There are some things wrong with you.
I hope we never do meet again.
I hope we never do meet again.
I hope we never do meet again.
Something's wrong with you...And I hope we never do meet again.

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 05:54:47 GMT

paint the streets in whiiiiiiitttttteeeeee

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 20:52:25 GMT

You like my pic?
Its Andrew Reynolds!

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 20:30:32 GMT

Cussing is so overrated

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 17:51:43 GMT

I desire the end.
The touch of armageddon.
This world encased in flames...
Bodies lie beneath fallen kingdoms...
...I desire the end...
...I desire the new beginning.

Make me Bleed

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 17:47:44 GMT

And what shall I do?
I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue.
They make their way back to my thoughts.
Till crafted by a still soul.
I move my eyes around trying to find a place to rest.
I can't see it, but I feel the light.
Someone tells us we are loved.
Someone take the pain away.
Someone fill up the void.
Someone fix my broken heart.
Are you that someone?

You wanna make a deal, a deal with the devil?

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 07:15:16 GMT

Realization comes through reaping.
Reality contained in quite.
My companions are walking corpses.
I am buried with your words.
Turned their backs to me.
Scared to see the ghost.
Turned and walked away.
Scared to see the ghost.
Time to go one last look, one last touch.
A ghost to those I love.
Time to go one last look, one last touch.
Goodbye to those I love.
So close.
So close to seperation.
A ghost without a grave.
A ghost without a name.
So close.

Savannah

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 07:10:11 GMT

A day not to forget.
The machine has collapsed under the program it's been given.
Look inside the broken shell.
Look inside the broken shell.
To see the broken heart.
They can't believe the machine was alive but we saw it bleed.
We saw it bleed.
We saw it bleed.
The machine it falls apart and when it's cut it bleeds.
The machine bleeds.
The machine bleeds.
She was alive.

Why?

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 06:16:37 GMT

You know i dont know why people
always have to do things other people do.
Your not a trend setter.
Nothings new under the sun.
God did'nt create the world around you.
Be a friggin leader and if someone copies you,
Move on to something different.
Don't make a big deal about it.
That shit really bugs me.

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 06:13:42 GMT

You know who we are.
And what you do.

A tool to scream

Thu, 24 Jul 2003 06:05:15 GMT

Goodbye, They breathe but cannot scream.
They have no tools to build voices.
They wait in fetal position.
Martyrs on altars of mistakes.
The martyr.
They have not the tools to scream.
They are just the ones upon the altars of mistakes.
There is no safe place.
The martyr.

um....

Wed, 23 Jul 2003 17:52:26 GMT

Masks and fake skin.
The builders keep breaking.
The buzzing.
Attracted to the innocent.
The wolves leave the sheep.
The buzzing.
With a stare to crush their hopes and water.
To drown the flies.
Their hands fall apart when we need to hold them.
And the skeleton speaks of what we've told them.
The buzzing.
They stare with the eyes of wolves, and the hearts of the dead.
The builders keep breaking.