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[08 Dec 2009|10:46am] |
It's happening again. That thing where I feel lost and rotating around in the most enjoyable sort of fashion.
I have so much to share and even more to say.
I always think this about everything, however, this time I feel it and, consequently, it means so much more then every other time; Our time will be untouchable.
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[08 Dec 2009|03:26am] |
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Vindication! =)
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[04 Dec 2009|10:16pm] |
A lonely Friday night. Curse my need for people....sometimes. Like now.
I'm always going out of my way to hangout with people. No one really goes out of their way to hang out with me to often.
Trying is tiring but I don't think I'll stop cause I don't know how.
The worst part is that I have no booze to wash this loneliness away with.
It is probably just the cold.
bleeeech. Fuck this stupid feeling.
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[03 Dec 2009|11:42pm] |
i wish i worked harder at school. i will make it a point to do excellently next quarter. cause i kinda did bad my first time around.
so im a little bummed tonight. mostly at myself, which is a strange feeling because ive never really help high academic standards for myself before. which is pretty cool in a way. at any rate, its nothing a few hours of sleep and some quiet contemplation wont fix.
i have my gaze fixed on success. I AM BLAZING MY OWN TRAIL! it dosent matter who has traveled down it before cause its new to me.
win.
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[02 Dec 2009|08:21pm] |
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this year has been totally unsucsexful.
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| a year in a nutshell |
[02 Dec 2009|05:32pm] |
each new year comes graced with the cold
cycles us through snow slush and frozen roads
beneath thick jackets lay sweaters and the warmest shirts
somehow still shivering still shaking still slow
a slight shift to temperatures in the southern trend
and then the rain begins, beating down souls
and stealing the snows
though in its dreary downpour seeds are sewn
yet overlooked in the end,
three months that send shoots down into the earth
setting the table for the feast upon which we indulge
when the sun forgets to go down
as does the mercury
bringing the joys of burnt skin
and the shuddering lurch forward, a quickened pace
from whence the race back to the beginning begins
then as all the old leaves fall softy from their trees
the days become more even with the nights
frightening children beg at neighbors doorsteps
and families remember why they only gather once each year
the endlessness of time lets itself be perceived as less
each time we feel the rise and fall
this planetary vessel provides to our senses
and so as it ends it starts once again.
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[02 Dec 2009|09:14am] |
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Denied! heh. Oh well, there is always next time!
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[30 Nov 2009|08:32pm] |
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sat down today and wrote a pretty good song. then i tried to mess it up with all sorts of bad compression and distortion and auto tune set to the wrong key.
it somehow managed to retain its good song quality, gain a sort of odd warmness and ended up sounding a lot cooler than the floppy and weak "totally recorded through a computer mic" untouched version of the track. also did that in one take, no metronome.
http://www.myspace.com/tedintrouble its the first song.
also, while i dont really mean to be jockin my own shit so hard (i do), ive been really proud of my lyrics lately. i say what i want to say, retain poetic value, get my point across and keep it catchy and simple.
dont pay attention to me im just mega stoked on myself right now. im gonna go look in the mirror and drool for a while.
lolwut?
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[30 Nov 2009|12:54am] |
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im infectious! in a totally non swine flu way.
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[29 Nov 2009|11:46am] |
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i haz google wave.
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[28 Nov 2009|07:22pm] |
i think i figured out something. i do not know if it will work but we will see.
learning!
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[28 Nov 2009|12:47pm] |
my little thoughts are simply not
worth knowing to know(no)one
for friends, they can be solaced in
yet somehow not nearly so deep
as when sleep shared, connects
synchronicity upon which heavier thoughts travel
portions of soul given up or traded
not because its wanted
but rather cannot be helped
in turn a testament to wanting
ne'er a silent word nor spoken image could escape
the notice of the other
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[26 Nov 2009|01:59am] |
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good?! bad?! i dunno. im just drunk and stupid.
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[25 Nov 2009|07:24pm] |
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Come see me play a bunch of songs at the manette saloon on friday night. round 7 o clock pm...i think.
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[25 Nov 2009|02:36pm] |
Today has been a day of peaceful thought. I feel relaxed and at one with the world.
The world is really fucked up sometimes and it can be a bummer. As long as I stay calm and approach each situation with rational thought and devoted, intellectual grace I will persevere.
No longer do I beat myself up when I do not succeed, for each success is found within a multitude of failed attempts.
This is a truth that must be remembered through out the rest of my life.
Not to sound preachy.
Peachy?
Reese's? (yes plx)
Hell, now I'm just reaching.
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[25 Nov 2009|09:49am] |
"TED: I guess people don't really change that much, they just get better at themselves.
BRAD: At least the good ones do." -summary of a heady late night discussion
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[24 Nov 2009|04:49pm] |
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i blame the ocean.
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[24 Nov 2009|06:58am] |
sooner or later ill know what it means to work hard. i know its rewarding, buts its just so detestable to me.
its like eating bugs. some of them probably taste amazing but fuck you, your NOT getting that shit close to my mouth.
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[23 Nov 2009|03:49pm] |
A little bird flies high and lights upon dripping, barren branches. He yells for a while, hops around, thinks about moving and eventually does. Bobbing up and down in the air to the rhythm of his tiny wing beats, he speeds towards his destination and out of the view from my window.
I hope he finds what he is looking for.
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| some just say it way better than me. |
[22 Nov 2009|09:57pm] |
Apart from being devilishly dressed
In tune to the t
You tumble at me
Angelically delicate.
But I could be handsome
If you'd only pull the curtain
And we could be brilliant
If you'd only chance uncertain.
But how long can I smile
Before I realize
My head will never be the same again.
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