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what do you do when you feel you're world crashing down around you and there's not a god damned thing you can do to stop it because when you try you get yelled at and for what? doing what was asked of you what the hell do I do where do I go from here is this the end is it over for me am I just a mindless drone that must finish my time here with no emotion what other option do I have I tell you this. none. its out of my hands now
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| Writer's Block: The supper club |
[01 Jan 2010|05:35pm] |
I would have dinner with Jim Morrison without a doubt. I'd have to talk about the shaman. Definitely have more chicken then any man's ever seen for dinner. It would be a fucking blast. I'm sure it would be a very intellectual conversation with two brilliant yet twisted minds. Ah I wish it could happen. I'll see you on the other side.
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[01 Jan 2010|11:07am] |
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means 2012 is fucking close. I'm pretty stoked to be quite honest I want to know if its true or not course if it is I won't know haha its been a good run though definitely going to make the next two years count in case it is. on a lighter note work is getting a few more dunwell accounts.65 fucking McDonald's definitly not looking forward to that and I thought dunwell was bad before, boy was I wrong. o and fuck Montgomery county schools they are a pain in the dick. good thing they are done for a while. is quite a bit better with two people though even if neither Scott nor myself are on call and get sent to dc for a gas valve problem that wasn't ours turnaround out I was right the relay wasn't getting power and it had nothing to do with the system. it has to do with idiotic fucking Jews slamming registers into stop buttons, therefore making my diagnosis correct damn why even question me, ever. I know my shit. if I don't know I ask questions. don't doubt me. ever. its insulting. well 2010 ready or not here we are. its going to be better than 2009 no more self loathing and depression. noone here gets out alive!
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[25 Dec 2009|10:55pm] |
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my soul is dead I can't go on I know what I want yet its out of reach I did this noone else can be blamed join the land of misfits to die alone forgotten among those alive infatuated with death yet so far from it lost my way too far gone to turn back press on nothing to loose nothing to hide this is my life my way only god can judge me for I am a heathen the spawn of Satan and I live my life for the devil my soul is black with sin I cannot and will not turn back nor do I see in necessary my soul is dead love consumes me yet I control nothing.
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