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[21 Jan 2005|02:59am] Be a dreamer....

[21 Jan 2005|02:59am] Be a dreamer....

[21 Jan 2005|02:59am] Be a dreamer....

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God damnit! [23 Dec 2004|02:05am] [ mood | blah ] It's funny, I was really excited about not having to spend Christmas at home,and now, that I'm leaving tomorrow, the only thing I want to do, is be at home on Christmas. I think I got too attached to the normal Christmas' at my house. Although they're crazy as hell, they're an assload of fun. But instead, I'm gonna be stuck in hell, having a shitty time. Oh joy. Tomorrow night, I get to spend the night at a complete strangers house...ya know how happy I am about that? I'm not. Then to top it off, on Christmas fucking Eve, I have to wake up at 9 oclock. Someone shoot me now? Be a dreamer....

So early... [18 Dec 2004|06:00am] [ mood | groggy ] I woke up crying.... From a dream I could'nt remember with an immense feeling of pain, emptiness and abandonment.... From a dream such as this...it could only have been about three people...my brother, or my grandmother, which both have passed on...or my father, which has just deserted me more or less, from what we used to be. Either way....I don't think I really want to know. ....Trying hard to sleep.... Be a dreamer....

[11 Dec 2004|11:21pm] You are Michael Alig. You are king of the Club Kids. You are the crack-smoking gay party promoter with a penchant for hotpants, red lipstick and Andy Worhol. You created some of the wildest parties this country has ever seen. You had it all.. fame, money,.. men. So what if you helped kill your drug dealer, chopped off his legs, sprinkled him with baking soda, and humped the box you stuffed him in. You're still pretty and you know it! Which one of Michael Alig's Club Kids are you? brought to you by Quizilla Punk. The old punk culture is dying out very fast, to the true punks i give a great big OI! keep it alive guys. But to the new age punkers... The music is whiny, I dont want to hear about every problem you have with your boy/girlfriend. And where do all those zippers lead? But I must say that plaid is the best choice to look meanacing to society. You are the original rebels, why do you think all those rebel kids get called a "punk" by everyone else? What American Stereotypical Subculture are YOU? brought to you by Quizilla 1 Dreamers Be a dreamer....

Free Write 2 [11 Dec 2004|03:53am] [ mood | complacent ] Ever notice how much more peaceful a room feels with the lights off? Just sitting in bed (or on the floor) you hear and sense things better than when florescent light-bulbs drain every inch of your soul. You can lie down and hear the brakes of taxis, the click of walking shoes, the patter of rain, the jittering of the window fearlessly holding back the wind to preserve the moment of serenity (which comes rarely). YOu begin to see the room, now that your eyes have adjusted in it's dark glory. The books and clothes on the floor either disappear or become sleeping angels, elegant to look at, but dangerous none the less. I would write in the dark if I could. I'd remember my dreams, if I wrote more regularly. I'd give anything to live in a world of candles, of manners, of respect for your peers. But I'm not. I'm in a world where friends can stab you in the back (and do), and paretns can yell at you for no reason- no reason what so ever. And the world goes 'round. Be a dreamer....

Free Write [11 Dec 2004|03:52am] [ mood | complacent ] [ music | Eleventeen-Get Well Soon ] I fell asleep in Northern California. The fog had settled, not to return 'til the early morning. The sun had long since turned in for the night. The stereo in my room pumped out rifts of this and that as I packed and folded and rearranged and arranged. Called people and said goodbye for now and talk to you later and that sort of thing. I fell asleep in the wee hours of that serene place where hills almost block the fog from coming in and the air is almost warm enough to walk around comfortably in pajamas. And I woke up in New York. The sirens and hill-less plains of the big apple where morning birds are winter hoaks and serenity comes in moments of isolation, up in New York to the orange-pink sunless sunrise out of our east window, to the snow filled crevices of the church across the street, to the smell of tobacco in the room next door and the smell of morning breath bounding off my home-washed pillowcase. I fell asleep and woke up somewhere else-- a seemingly endless cycle that bounces me from place to place like some telekinetic porthole of pranksters' invention... 1 Dreamers Be a dreamer....

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