06/18/04 12:27 - ID#35265

Dear Springfaerie

I wonder the same . . .

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06/18/04 12:25 - ID#35264

Rants . . .

I always feel compelled to write something when I get home from the, well, from going out, and inevitably the next day, in class or at work, I think, holy shit, I probaly sound like a 12 year old kid who's just tried acid for the first time.

Thus, it has happened again. But yet, I am not so distraught about the entry below. I am surprised at the level of comprehension I have sometimes. Anyhow, I wish more people would write fucked up drunken rants (Not that the entry below is, but you should have seen what I deleted prior to posting). Like Matthew, Terry, and Paul for example. Let's all request a fucked up drunken rant from these fine gents.

This way I will not be the one, lone, statistic.

God speed.

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06/18/04 04:11 - ID#35263

Wow . . . OKay . . .

OKay, well that's just embarrassing. Yes okay I did ask a certain RObin to a certain midi prom, buT i have unfortunately misplaced my invite made by a certain miss Emily. Alas. I think it's coming up, but I don't know when as of right now. The invite could be serving as my bookmark in Moliere's the Misanthrope, but who's to say. I'll figure it out, but EMily, if you feel like assisting, lemme know. When's tha shindig? Robin, if you want to go, cool because I am an amazing fine and fun dat-ay. But if not, that's cool too, but it'll be fun if we go as asshole dates, carrying on the theme. KNow what I mean? Sweet then . . .

um, I gotta get some sleep prior to physics a demain. See ya.

Paul . . . oh you . . . We's got's some scores to settle. Watch yo back my friend, s'all I's got to say. night all.

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Location: Buffalo, NY

06/17/04 07:18 - ID#35262

the Pink

Tonight

y'all should go regardless of age race or if you listen to Creed. Everyone has their ailments.

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Location: Buffalo, NY

06/17/04 02:16 - ID#35261

Ode to Joy II

My eyes hurt like rotten teeth
I have the wit of a tombstone
my tolerance is that of a suburbanite
my arms are warheads and my bed beckons
while the notebook remains empty.

Now I'm hearing voices.

I'm coming don't you dare fret.

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Location: Buffalo, NY

06/16/04 03:24 - ID#35260

complacency

I love complacency.

There was an opportunity to create your own bumper sticker in The New Yorker, sponsered by Citi or something like that. It asked simply, what do you love? and had a "I" and then a heart. It suggested, your kids, your dog? So I of course wrote I love complacency and will stick it on my car because I love irony and it will go with my current bumper sticker - Creative people must be stopped. Here tis'... I think it'll sell millions.

My life is ironic in't it.

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06/14/04 01:51 - ID#35259

The Absurd Man vs. the Absurd Dog

I have a question based in ethics (which I'm trying desperately to denounce but find it difficult seeing though I still have a conscience. I am also working on alleviating myself from that terrible ailment also)

anyway

My dog, once again has destroyed my things. I left him home and had to work later than usual. This means he did not get his dinner and when I tried to explain to him that some dogs don't eat at all, he snubbed me. What he destroyed was typical although he's moved onto cd's which frightens me to no end. The books he chews tend to be ones that I'm not going to fall on a wooden stake for anyway (they day he rips apart any of Camus' work, I will no longer have a dog).

My question o'rational and ethical people of the underworld is, how can I show a dog that he must curb his destructive tendencies WHEN I don't even blame him. If he were a human, he'd be that guy picking fights or quite possibly a cutter. Things are serious and I wish to teach him to live within this world which doesn't make sense to him and me. I'm torn.

He is now residing in the bathroom. I shut the door on him and told him to "think about what [he's] done." I think he understood, but under his breath I believe he called me a hypocrite.

He'd be right.

Help peoples.

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06/12/04 10:19 - ID#35258

Read the one below, then this.

OKay . . . tell me if you've ever been here.

So you work all night towing cars, sort of breaking your back, but it's at least better than working out despite the fact that your arms feel like they'll explode, and you spend all night in the cab of your truck thinking about certain questions that tend to engulf your life, then a buddy driver of yours says lets go get a few when your shift is over, so you do, and a few later, you're in the bar saying, oh no, she's cute enough, but do I really want to exert the effort, no, so you leave on your bike listening to Rage to keep you awake, you get home, go on estrip and read a bunch but then ultimately write this maniacal diatribe about people's potential compared to what they actually do, hell it might even make sense, but then you wake up early the next moring and do the equivalent of a literary one night stand - you look at what you wrote, and say, now where the hell did you come from, have I seen you before, and do you want breakfast or will I just see you later?

does that ever happen to you?

Tis strange. Tis.

I'd love to blame it on alcohol, but it had left by the time I started to type.

Alas.

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06/12/04 03:56 - ID#35257

Pe vs Ke

If the potential energy of a said object tends to be more than what the kinetic energy is, of course you must assume this, given this given, then, in general, most things have more power in their potential than they do in their movement. In other words the potential for something tends to be so much greater than what that something does. Hence the reason why inaction is so exciting. BUt it's all relative people isn't it. Your potential is only as good as your height (in physics) but your potential is only as good as you realization of it, or of where you are. Where does that leave us? Perhaps with the desire to match the potential with the kinetic.

It's like I'm sanding the marble sculpture of a dancer that I started years and years ago. I'm on the verge. But so are you.

Your potential is arousing and if you only knew that, you'd be teetering between the s and m - the sane and the mad, but looking fantasic in the process.

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06/09/04 04:00 - ID#35256

added thought to below

Stay stagnant for fear of jeopardizing what you have.

But what the fuck do you have?

ah.

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