mixed emotions and topics.

NIP/TUCK SERIES PREMIERE WAS BEAUTIFUL/POETIC/ AND GREAT.


Okay so right about now i am pleased with myself because of how wonderful the premiere was....
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i slept for numerous hours today
I went home early and slept until 3:30.
exhaustion. plain and simple.
no coffee this morning and was not able to stay awake.
besides that I m psyched about Halloween tomorrow.
yea.

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i am trying to figure out why life has meaning and why i deal with people i can't stand on an average basis.
all seems well at first but after being friends for numerous months you start to see they are very annoying and are coincided.
too bad they do not under stand that.

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nicotine/menthol would taste great right now.

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child hood memories (nostalgia)
are something very important and meaningful to me.
i do not think people understand
that i dream of the days
where i would dance for hours
to my fathers music with him,
and play with lucky.
i miss those days so,
keeping them locked in my pocket
right along with my pride.
i wish to high hell i can give my children
the same joy i had.
as a child i know that it wasn't the greatest childhood
but knowing that my father has always been there for me means alot.
he did alot for me and i will always look up to him
no matter what his habits are/were.
sometimes i here a song that reminds me of him,
and i break down crying
that i hurt him by not calling and visiting
often or at least as often as i should have.
life in general means alot to me
and keeping every moment of the good and bad
is something you want to keep with you.
i try not to forget the imporatant things
but i still do
it is the useless days
where you just sit that for hours
doing nothing
and there is a single sentence/ moment
that happened that you will never forget.
i love these memories and each time i hear these songs
i rejoice in the thought of childhood.
i keep it all inside
one day i will let the world see it too.
possibly by doing this(blogging)
or am making a major piece of art work.
who knows
all i know is that i love nostalgic memories.
and my fathers music.

M.E. Olly

so here is the newer big thing in life being stressed by friends because they seem so caught up with their life with boys of which none of them have.. they need to live before getting involved too seriously because all that does is get you in truble one way or the other___________________________



i am keeping kept inside
not afraid to hurt someone
just afraid that i will lose them.
throwing spoons and kicking clothes
a friction starts..
at least in mind
it explodes much more than it should.
cotton ball bubbles
and card board bathtubs (with waterproof paint of course).
i am not sure what is happening
all i know is that
i want to shank you
and i am sorry Mr. M.E. Olly
that i kicked you in the testicles earlier
i should apologize again
although you forgave me..
it was funny though i must admit.
Halloween right around the corner
full of mischief in my heart but not as much on the streets.
Friday hopefully will be a day
of more than Platonic love.

so we killed her.

sleeping in infinity and forever forgetting the lies we all told after her death.

i drive them crazy.

give me a week.
and i will blow your mind.
(literally)



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p.s. i wrote my name in wet cement today.

"Don't get blood on my Prada Shoes"

Kelly killed another one.
Once again walked a ladder to sheer victory.
no one hurt besides here
dear Prada shoes.
To bad he got a nose bleed.
He might have been still alive

Henry Baily

Henry Baily
Sleeping in the wrong room
and accepting that he wasn't what you found yesterday
when you looked in the mirror.
About the life of
glamor now lost
to that empty '40'.
Again.

slipe 'n' slide down my slope

Following those outlines like trying to tie shoes.
Floors dirty as fuck but with a sensibility to it. (somewhat comforting)
Never asking question,
and always contradicting
these rules.
You follow like it was the bible.
written like poetry on top of a masterpiece.
to bad you'll never read it.