sooo [01.25.06 ... 1151P] hows life been treating you? 1 flamingo ... splendor on the grass!

hahaha [12.22.05 ... 1003P] weird lj..... 2 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

fuk [05.19.05 ... 1048P] [ mood | u fig. it out ] [ music | Aesop Rock ] so yea wats the most cliched thing on my friends list...FUCK JAVA HUT i agree not neccerly with fucking the establishment of the jave but the crowd that frequents it..including myself.. wat sucks about not having a good memory is i can't remember if i was this sad and pathetic before i started going or if this is the new me? i'm hoping its temporary because honestly I repulse myself as much as everybody else repulses me and speaking of how i'm repulsive for those that have decided i'm a "man whore" thats cool just realize the only real reason that i'm like that is because i'm in "love" with affection but i would not date anybody that frequents the hut..wow i'm finnaly using LJ for what its made for drama..i'm sorry for that..if there is a moral of this story its goodbye and i'll see u all sunday and only sundays i'm fucking done my new motivation to get a job is so i can get money so i don't have to hang out in the asshole of the asshole of mass. I'm sicking of being an asshole I'm sick of not being abel to respect myself I don't think i respect much these days cept my band and a few others..shit to those who might be angry about this..my bad 8 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

[05.15.05 ... 426P] [ mood | errrg ] [ music | sage francis...yea wat ] so i went to maine and played sober for a week. no drinks no smoking and it was fun. i jumped in the ocean and lost my nuts..i've been back for two nights and put all the drinks in my face heheehe man my nerves hurt..fucking finals....pace pace pace pace....pace pace pace pac...pace pace pace pace.....wow typiing that kinda makes ur fingers feel like there pacing........AHHAHAHA...so yea last chance slam just totally freaked me out...i'm afraid like some masked wonder will fly in and start screaming metaphors about fruit in french make the audience cum over and over and over and over than laugh and screa HAHAHAHAHHAA it was I THE ANOYNOMOUS URBAN!!!!...DAMN" or not but yea john i'm gonna punch you so hard you will shit your nuts like corn 3 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

[05.04.05 ... 618P] If You Ruled the World: by oomarilynmonroe Username national religion Jane BuddhistMuslimCatholicJewishProtestantAtheistAgnostic"yourname"ism!SexismAdult SwimismWiccaPaganismTarantinoism Type of Government CommunismDemocracyFacismAnarchy(I know this doesn't exactly make sense)RawlsismFuedal SystemMonarchy How you take over You are voted into powerYou lead a millitary uprisingYou lead a slave uprisingYou string together a post apocalyptic societyYour father was king You would name it You would overthrow giggelz_001 Your second in command would be silentrogue Your sex slave is ashlingrainbow Commander of the military: ourrejectheart Put to death for insubordination theryk Figure head in the puppet government hugless_tom You are overthrown by agitated Quiz created with MemeGen! 4 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

new poem [04.29.05 ... 748P] [ mood | groggy ] [ music | Zevon ] well i don't update ever so before the poem..stuff happens people respond things explode wake up do it again okay now that you kno wat i've been up 2 here's a new poem that doesn't have an end unless while i'm typing it up i find an end in which case forget about this and digest poem as whole than reguragate ur comments onto it i am in need of regurgitition....okay it's kinda odd.... "this poem's title is having an idenity crisis...i can relate" My heart shatterted into a dark abyss So vast and dark and abyss like that the cure, the smiths and ms. plath couldn't touch it with a ten foot tissue and as i was reeling from this vast dark abyss like blow She looked up at me and asked "is it, like, hard being a writer? Like having all your emotions and junk overexagrated." I responed by throwing her into the nearest river Than i shot my self in the fore head I felt guilty every time I bled I finnaly knew what it was like to be a woman I was over joyed with my epiphinay Wanted to find the girl that did it to me I waded five days down stream Gave up and went fishing By that time i felt like a man again You see my wound had crusted up With metahpors of inner wars and warms for love and hooks for whores and whats in store for a boy with bullet whole and a fishing pole Just wait ............ yea thats all i have so far i suck i don't know its more of a rambling but maybe sometime i'll finish more than likely i won't peace and love and shiny thins for all 1 flamingo ... splendor on the grass!

and there are more pictures [04.05.05 ... 1251A] [ mood | jubilant ] [ music | tom's tappy feet ] ( USA WANTS U ) ( and joe wants a bunny ) 5 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

hey, its me. [04.05.05 ... 1208A] [ mood | jubilant ] [ music | Sage Francis; Escape Artist. ] 5 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

[03.08.05 ... 605P] bored cabin fever isn't it march? i hate snow i hate snow storms more it is six oclock i have had only one ciggeret today it's not looking like i'm gonna have many more so yea updating LJ weird i know okay that was fun heres another brand new piece like five minuets old If I could regenerate your hymen you know I would Sprinkle the dust of ground up fairy wings over your vagina And everything would grow anew like the day of winters defeat But we both have learned that time does not flow like dirty water down a drain Circular and simple We can understand ballet when we can accept the inertia of “I don’t want to be an ass hole but..” If I could I would disembowel all the men who have lied to you Painted the word putrid on the back of your palms Made sure everything you touched would rot The stench of failure following your nose No matter which way you turn the wind follows If I could break every last one of there will’s till they trembled before you’re feet You know I would But I’m not a masochist We can understand inertia when begin to expect the ballet of “ I don’t want to be an ass hole but..” If I could find our innocence as easily as our shadows Maybe we wouldn’t shake at night Under the weight of the coming morning I don’t want to have to deal with waking up again So why the fuck should I fall asleep in the first place No prayer can hold these blankets tight enough around my chest To keep my sternum shut I have been know to dream my self hollow so I know I cannot build tomorrows’s out of if only I coulds I cannot create redemption with wish’s I can’t stop you from visiting me when I find my midnight peace drowning in my pillow I can’t stop you from collecting my breaths like teeth From beneath my humming head Can you here the screams Of something Forgetting Something Forgetting Something Forgetting If I could cultivate a garden of excuses’s to explain the moments after When we looked in our placid eyes And wonder is this all If I could stomach the disgust With our flesh If I had the strength To hold your world on my back You know I would But I am nothing I am nothing but a foolish dreamer And you are just a dream splendor on the grass!

weird i'm postin [03.05.05 ... 105P] [ mood | content ] [ music | doobee ] I just want to say thank you to everybody that supported and helped with the show last night..you made my year this is just an odd little thingy i wrote last night feel free to comment on it if i'm on anybodys friends list still which i doubt cause yea i don't update ‘I dwelt in a world of imagination, of dreams and air castles, - the kind of atmosphere that sometimes nourishes a genius, more often men unfitted for the struggles of life” -James Walden Johnson, “Diary’s of an Ex-colored Man” “You see art just doesn’t pay the bills son” “ I know dad, that’s why I’m dealing on the side, Don’t worry mom, I’m becoming famous As an underground performer, on an underground stage I’m becoming a mole here Don’t be scared daddy I’m selling my soul here Getting a blue collar but hoping for a white one Making some money I’ll be the right son And I’ll even hide my drugs, If you hide your’s first It ain’t my fault all your hopes done burst You may be caught but please let my try to break this curse And I know you’re upset cause it’s seems you gone and raised a bum But breathing ain’t work, breathing’s supposed to be fun” “And that’s your excuse? That’s your fucking answer? For living with us at the age of twenty Stealing our cigarets, Stinking up the house, Leaving strange, bunny pajama clad poets in our basement And stealing our cigarets That’s your FUCKING EXCUSE?” “hmmmhaha, what you don’t understand, what you don’t grasp Is that you’re angry at me for still believing in faded dreams of youths lost to pregnant girlfriends And I know I’ll probably get in trouble for saying this But what you don’t see is the reason you’re so pissed Is I ain’t making a living here, I’m making a life” 3 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

Irrational Romantic(finished new piece maybe?) [11.27.04 ... 710P] [ mood | bwa ] Warning I don’t want you to panic But I’ve been labeled an irrational romantic I said, WARNING I don’t want you to panic But I’ve been labeled an irrational romantic The antithesis of the game charades The direct decedent of hand grenades We’re like grudges Hold us long enough and somebody is bound to get fucked up So don’t pull this pin I won’t let you in Cause I don’t have one night stands I Have Day long Duels With inertia You can’t say love without the word fall And I can’t seem to fall without breaking something There is a reason I’m afraid of heights Staring over you’re eye lash’s It’s a long way down So I no longer make the climb Part two ......... Part three Is to describe part two’s absence I know it seems not to make much sense But you were just an insignificant transition too So why should I try explaining this to you Part four Is me back peddling out from part three You were more than that to me I only wanted good things for you I dreamt at night of a better vocabulary So I could bath you in words that made good ugly But my mind is a monument to a cemetery that has had A mini-mart erected on top Part four is the dynamite to level it all Part four is the dynamite I’ll use to carve You shall be my Rushmore Every time I close my eyes I remember splendor on the grass!

this is so NOT me [11.22.04 ... 410P] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | wooooooo ] So I've been M.I.A. ... I don't frequent the Java Hut anymore. Nobody thinks I'm still alive. I almost died two times in one week due to car accidents. I am one big walking talking safety hazard .. BUT I'M ALIVE!! I did not go to Sunday night Poetry at the Hut. Shame on me. I bet there were lot's of people there. Like Alex. Cause' Alex is back and I love him and I missed him soooooooo much. I better go to the WAG tonight. He might hurt me if I don't. Him along with a ton of other people. Work Work Work Work Work! Corrina need's to come back soon, I miss her as well, and MORRIS too of course. I joined a new community on livejournal today called oobi_ and you should join too. okay, byeeeeeee xoxoxoxo (thankgod for c-rail updating!) 1 flamingo ... splendor on the grass!

[11.03.04 ... 211P] [ mood | confused ] [ music | Big Poppa E ] living in this country is about to get a hell of a lot more exiting but you know not in the way that like i'd say "man i just found some fire crackers AIN"T THAT Exiting" but more in the way "man i just found some fire crackers and blew off four and half of my fingers and lost my eye sight, AIN'T THAT Exitng" splendor on the grass!

[11.02.04 ... 1238A] [ mood | touched by a carny ] [ music | meatwad serandaing me into orgasm ] so i'm updating or getting whipped...hmmmm whipped...yummmmm... so saw sage that was awesome went off with out a hitch at wonderful girls house good thing doobie doo soon going to record grandfathers memoiors on his death bed or wheel chair, you can expect all my poetry to be very cheeful from now on or somethign like that updating done i miss alex :( alex come home bring mariatta if need be but come back soon actully bring mariatta anywho i miss her also 1 flamingo ... splendor on the grass!

~ [11.01.04 ... 806A] [ mood | loved ] So yeah .. I NEVER update, barely ever on my own .. so the girlfriend does it for me .. hehe! Yes so let's just pretend I'm Nick for the few minutes this post will take to read... Sage Francis tonight at the WAG everyone. Speak Out start's at 7pm. We need as many people as possible to come. There's plenty of room for us to fill up with bodies, so your coming whether your dead or alive. The only way you would end up dead is if your not there by 7pm .. Then me and Giggelz are coming to hunt you down and kill you, only to give your precious body part's over to the closest chinese restaurant .. ewww ! I rocked two poem's lastnight for the Spooky Slam at the Java Hut, I did goodly. Finally saw Clarissa too after not seeing her for a few days <3 I'll be gone for a few day's, have some thing's I need to take care of at my grandparents, but don't fear because I'LL BE BACK! OK .. I expect people tonight .. I'm not kidding .. I'm the co-host so .. YOU JUST BETTER BE THERE!! splendor on the grass!

damnit [10.25.04 ... 106P] [ mood | confused ] ( It was a fun night.. ) 1 flamingo ... splendor on the grass!

[10.25.04 ... 1216A] [ mood | b ] [ music | the pitter patter of voices ] so yea i'm at C-rails house and what not i have a full day tommorow of having to do stuff cause today i no showed a t work. I think i should listen to my inner adult soon. i broke my arms trying to fly to neverland and roasted my legs over fire with my crewof never men doobie doobie dooo splendor on the grass!

You heard it here first! [10.24.04 ... 1154P] [ mood | high ] SO POINT OF THE MATTER IS.. ( Her and I are back in effect! ) 2 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

PS To last entery [10.11.04 ... 710P] if anything stood out in the last rambling i did that anybody thinks should be worked on let me know splendor on the grass!

[10.11.04 ... 650P] [ mood | doobie doobie doo ] [ music | the bouncing of braincells between ruined eardrums ] so yea this is an update. stuff and more stuff and i hate being stuck I'm a closet case claustraphobic I've been lost in space's between sentences You trailed behind you to find youre way home Either way we're both fucked so we might as well smile Pretending is easier than lethal injection And less fun for Texans I'm less fun for Texans Texans has become the synononm for redneck racists I wonder how they feel about that I wonder how to feel in general U'r eyes like Iceberbs freezing my capibility to say silence i'm stuck in silince i didn't ask for Ur eyes like Ice bergs ur awaiting tragidies aren't easy for my eyes to see till Than its too late The Leonardo of my left cornia kiss's my right nostril and tells her someday they will make a movie about this Theyll make a movie about everything till we don't have to do anythign to not know nothing Am i dissapointing you again? I'm dissapointing somebody and so are you Acceptence should be an olympic sport But athletes were threated so we turned into slam Denile should be an olympic sport But athletetes couldn't possibly find the right concition of chemicals to enhance that kinda performance But the slammings decided to try Every fucking slam is the fourth of july It's amazing how the chaos is timed to the music Right when the trumpets kick in boom.... They never made a map to self destruction They just made it easy enough for anybody to find They never knew that stars would be tools They just thought they were pretty They never even dreamed of connecting the dots They never even dreamed they would be called "they" They don't even know who they are I can relate We can relate It's all releitive ain't it? Is that a yes Or a no You'll have to tell me I hate making deciosions It took me till i'm fifty nine To finily decide who i'm going to be I'm only ninteen and i like playing guessing games I like playing games in general I wish I was a general so i could play games with real people with real people teling me what to do I've already told you i hate making deciosions And i'm sick of letting disease's explaing my next move .................... okay that was enoough rambling i'm not sure what i typed right there..maybe i'll go back and edit it or read it again somethign but orignally i just ment to update and say hi well hi 1 flamingo ... splendor on the grass!

I<3FERNGULLY!!!11 [10.11.04 ... 1000A] HI. this is lauren and i just added a bunch of friends to this journal, so in case you were wondering who it is it's mr. NICKEDAVIS. add him back, bitchez. and observe this: 3 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

My new LJ Name? [10.07.04 ... 1051P] so this is my new LJ name if i was thinking ahead i would have written it as my last update in my old one but i disabled it before i thought of it YAY. So life is good. I did stuff hung out with people and what not. i fucked up and forgot about band practice today cause i'm an idiot and i'm really stupid. ohh man there gonna be sooo angry now how am i gonna get the PA for monday? i'l fig it out. I hate to be a disspointment. Speaking of i'm in the finals for IWPS and i should be getting ready. but its like my first time flying solo cause not only am i not on a team which i'm kinda use to i'm slamming against my poetry mentor Alex so he can't even help me...Fly little grasss hopper fly..but i don't want to.. any who. yea maybe i'll update more offten but who knows 3 flamingos ... splendor on the grass!

So this is my New LJ [10.03.04 ... 559P] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Zevon for life ] So i fig. i needed a new Lj cause my old one had way too many entries on it....yea thats it. I'm in really good mood and appel picking is so much fun if you can ignore the yuppie scum and the jacked prices on appels..Damn them for locking up the food. Somedays I wonder If i'm actually the stinky hippi my metal friends say i am than i realize there just confused cause i'm not angry.. hmmm yea i'm done splendor on the grass!

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