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Whoa I have a Live Journal?! [Dec. 20th, 2005|02:43 pm]
[mood |jubilant]
[music |Iron Maiden - Run to the hills]

One man came accross the sea, he brought us pain and misery...

..With that said, I was looking through my shit, and remember I had a livejournal. ahhhahaha. I love you all!
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You selfish person. You do things to hurt someone, but in the end who does it really hurt? [May. 9th, 2005|09:38 pm]
[mood |disappointed]

I drive a taxi again. But I like it much better. I don't do all the drugs I used to do, so I actually make money. No more house. the four month party was good. I learned who my friends are, and who are just there for a ride.

You selfish person. You do things to hurt someone, but in the end who does it really hurt?
-I'm not mad, just really disappointed.

I'm done, lets smoke another fatty.

Daryl has a big penis.
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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2005|02:43 am]

The governemnt knows about them!!!! Hahaha thats more fuel to the fire motherfucker...pyre hahahhahahahahhaah get it? theyll never know if this is daryl or dan hahha!!! Hahahhahaha sweeeet. Yo the point is the boston chatrooms are fucking sweeeeeet. hahhahaha hahahhah they probably know you sill goose. hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahhaha dan says click gun says boom.
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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2005|02:36 am]
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Note to myself [Feb. 3rd, 2005|01:46 am]
[music |The Game - Put you on the game]

Acid is so cool. MY hands look purple. hahah. Go stare at the downstairs bathroom wall. I found myself laughing for hours.


you lit a cigarette with a blowtorch. thats fucked up. thats fucking crazy

The harder you look, the farther you see.
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They say everytime someone dies, a baby is born. [Feb. 3rd, 2005|01:08 am]
[mood |busy]
[music |The Game - Like father like son]

They say everytime someone dies, a baby is born. ..

im down 4 hits

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The beginning of my book [Nov. 26th, 2004|02:12 am]
[mood |creative]
[music |Nothing]

One day, you are secured in a sack of embryotic fluids in the womb of the woman you call your mother. Then without warning, you are pushed out into the world of imperfection. You find yourself possibly being spanked by a man in a mask until you cry, What makes this woman your mother? Is it just the fact that she carried you for 9 months in her body? Is it the fact that her genes are half you? Does this mean that she possibly could have a spiritual connection to you?

You might compare the events of child birth to the cycle of your human life span. Coming out of your secure shell, opening up to someone, then without warning being smacked until you cry. This my friends, we call life. Life is something that is sacred in a way, but in other ways, its a waste of time. What is time? If you weren't alive in this world, would there be such thing as time? Time might be just another part of our human comprehention. Does time really matter in other realms? These are many questions asked by me, and you. I find myself stuck in another stage of my so called life-cycle.

It could be very possible that no-one is only human. Human is just another state of our being. We only uses .1% of our brains. That means, 99.9% of our brains aren't used. Or is it? What makes you think that the 99.9% of our brains that we use isn't just storage for something we might use later on. Everything we see, touch, hear, taste, and smell is logged into our memory. Most of the time we can't recall these memories, other times we involuntarily and un-consciously recall them, but they are there. You might find your self in moments of "Deja-Vu". Times when you get struck by a familiarity so great, that you really can't comprehend it. A lot of times We may never recall these memories in our human state, but in some other part of our life span, these possibly could be recalled. We most likely only recall these memories long after we are "dead".

What is death? Death may just be part of our life cycle. Could "death" just be a beginning of another life? Not in this human realm, but in a realm that the human mind cannot comprehend? Actually, what makes you "dead"? Is it just not being conscious? Could it be your soul being forever destroyed? Does a soul become destroyed? Is there a higher being? I ask myself these questions every day of my life, but never get answered. Possibly these questions are answered in a non-human state.

Hopefully, after you read this, I made you think, I hope I opened your mind. I hope I opened your mind enough to comprehend what is to come. The following writings REQUIRE an open mind. These are, to the best of my recollection, the thoughts that go on in my deepest state of thinking. Some are from conversations I have had with friends, others are just me thinking. Don't think this is a sign of craziness, but another way to open your ever expanding mind to the endless possibilities of what really goes on outside of your world.


More to come, this is the beginning of my book that I am writing. I am posting portions of it on this, just to get feedback. All suggestions, criticism, and conversations about these series of writings are welcome
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...I know you're gonna let me in with this line... [Nov. 16th, 2004|08:28 pm]
[mood |frustrated]
[music |Young Buck - Let me in]

Everyone loves to shit on my life.

..The end.
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RIP Ol' Dirrty Bastard [Nov. 14th, 2004|10:27 pm]
[mood |predatory]
[music |Eminem - Just lose it]

One of the greater men of our time died Saturday the 13, Ol' Dirty Bastard. He was a great guy. We will miss you man.

On a lighter note. Me and Eric were burning stuff outside in my firepit. Then as soon as the fire got nice and warm, the fire department came and put out the fire. They took out the fucking hoses, and hosed down my fire. What the hell! There was clearly no threat to anything. There was snow around us, nothing would burn.

All I have to say to Eric is 11/15

I am working on my new website finally, it should look cool. I hope. Well I am going

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Percocet [Nov. 11th, 2004|12:28 pm]
[mood |high]
[music |Snoop Dogg ft. Pharell - Drop it like its hott.]

I haven't written in this shit for a while. Haven't had much of a computer. My dumbass of a brother likes to break mine. A lot has happened since I last put an entry in. A lot of legal issues, and a lot a life changing events. Lost some friends, made some new ones. Things have been going pretty good, smoke pot, drink beer, pop pills, you know how we do.

Well right now, wait, stop that thought. What is now? Is it possible to write about the concept of whats going on at this very second? Because once that second passes, it turns to the past. Or could the word "now" be used to describe a time span? I could just be fucked up right now. However, who cares? I am sure you people don't want to listen to me ramble on about my philosophical theories. Or is that what my journal is meant for? Who the hell cares. All I know is that I want to smoke, so someone should smoke me up. =)

I am going to get Indy Revolution back up very soon. I am also going to start throwing shows again. One day, I will be loved by black people. And just for once, this world will be a utopia. Free of the minorities who feed off our social security system that is designed for hard working Americans who need something to fall back on when they are in between jobs. FUCK FOOD STAMPS!!!
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