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9th August 2019
11th August 2017
I thought about livejounral today, where has the time gone. Is anyone from yesteryear still alive? :
11th May 2012
A friend nudged me. :
Back in the day, iscribble used to be so nice. Not that anyone here isn't nice, the format itself as simply lost it's charm. Really I think to be a good live journal-er you need to be crazy. I knew some really crazy fucks back in the earlier livejournal years. That was yesteryear.
Really let your heart out, think about something that makes you cry then write about as you wretch but add in a little humor. Typos can make great words.
14th April 2012
28th February 2012
Hello everybody I found the secret to changing your life and living forever, if you are interested please follow these steps. :
1. Have a cup of water ready in the morning to drink right away when you wake up. Eat a few bites of trail mix.
2. Brush your teeth
3. Walk around at least 30 minutes during the day with occasional running.
4. Drink a lot of coffee during the day and eat some sort of healthy vegetable thing.
5. Take a bath with steeped green tea, it should turn the water green.
6. Dance around for 10 minutes
7. Brush your teeth
8. Think about relaxing things as you fall asleep
26th February 2012
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7th December 2009
Life is short. Oh yeah, heard that before?
What the FUCK are you gonna do about it?
People do the best they can.
For the first time in along time, I got my heart broken.
Lazy, not thinking about how short and precious my time could be.
I'm back motherfuckers. At least until I forget how short life is and get lazy again.
For those of you who lead interesting lives, on the edge, tell me. What's your secret?
19th November 2009
28th September 2009
It's time for some self reflection, It's not the girls fault that I end up so cold and feeling like a waterlogged corpse when it's over.
I felt the same way with Anne and Alisia, this exact feeling. Yet my feelings towards each of them were completely different than my feelings towards Pert. Not less, simply different.
With Pert, I saw the most wonderful things I had seen in my life. I held her we sat on the shore at midnight, the sunset. The top of the world. I tried to kiss her these three places, but she refused.
A part that makes me sad now is that I should have walked away and let her choose. but I made her kiss me. I didn't physically force her, but I grew upset that our trip was 2/3rds done and we had not kissed. It really made my mood sour, she kissed me just so I would stop being upset.
She's 24, and I was the first guy she's ever been close to, she told me today that she doesn't feel like we have good chemistry. I can't be around her anymore on iscribble, it just makes me sick to have her sitting there being intellectually intimate with other people.
I don't know how to take that, but I feel so drained and used.
This time is a little different because I know someday in a few years the story will be that I fell in love with a girl in the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my life, we kissed in a park, and I was happy.
19th September 2009
Hello, this is a letter to the future. :
Nothing has been more instrumental in finding calmness as the people who have influenced me.
Something to think about is if our own happiness was mirrored by generations past.
Are we, as artistic observers of our time, on the cutting edge of something new?
Is the affinity we share with one another something that my grandparents felt with thier lovers.
For fleeting moments, it can feel as if we are all alone, swept up in something.
As someone imperfect, influenced by an imperfect world and set of circumstances,
I can not speak for what is right or wrong of my time.
Know that I see things in my time and I am filled with a creeping dread,
I feel helpless as the world seems so broken around me.
Did my anscestors have this feeling as well?
You look back on the history books and and entire time period is summarized in a sentance.
Cultures destroyed, World Wars, Slavery, Famine.
It loses it's meaning. You don't feel the pain.
What it means to live, is to be right in the center of all this pain.
There is a god in our time, and it is the intricate beauty of things.
It is not an old grey man who sees all. It is in me and you,
the best way to describe this is a flower. Here it is, a little blue flower growing,
can you see how beautiful it is. Isn't it just the most wonderful thing in the world,
to have this little blue flower here before you, smelling like a little blue flower.
This flower, in this moment, is the most beautiful thing that has ever existed,
this flower has to die, it will wither and flake away to the dust, like all flowers before.
Isn't it just as sad that this poor little beautiful thing has to die.
Just as sad as beautiful.
I hope that art becomes a guiding force in your world,
A moment where your view of humanity is not as hopeless as mine is in this time.
The joy from painting a picture.
The art in flowers,
and the art in love.
16th September 2009
I did the chalk drawing for this event! they didnt focus in on it in the news but you can definatly see it in alot of the shots! :
the mayor of minneapolis was there!
14th September 2009