Mood:  sad
Now Playing: discovering alexisonfire
i just realized how depressed i am all the time.

feeling inspired.

shimmering streaks cascade south towards my mouth. i shiver, knowing you wont be back. not for a month anyway. how long is a month? an eternity, it seems. and i am forced to keep telling myself, reassuring myself, that its only four weeks. only six weeks. only eight weeks. but will you even be there when i am? this is why i cry. and knowing when i hug you goodbye, you are hating every second of it. that is what i wished for, by the way. i wished you could enjoy the last embrace. i dont want you to feel wierd.

I look up and see your bird, enormous and white, taking you home. back to the blue and gray. back to familiar faces you hate, and others you love. back to the sun, and away from this drizzle called michigan. i hope you're here for christmas. i love you. goodbye.

o is gone.
Mood:  down
Now Playing: the guitar
it rained today, and i cried for you.
every time i cry, the sky cries too.
i wanna feel like i matter to someone else.
but somehow i know i never will.

i am so alone without your forced smiles and your maskara tears.

www.livejournal.com/~mcmichael

band practice went ok. my anti communist rally has been postponed until tuesday.
Due to inclement weather, the anti communist bonfire has been postponed until tuesday. sorry for the inconvenience.
so what else. me and o are having fun. we went to the mall today, and she gauged her ears in the car on the way home. 14 to 10. 17 has been fun so far, although i dont think i can live up to her card. my parents got me a car. it comes at the end of the month. im going to a double kegger tomorrow. im gunna get trashed i think. unless i cant spend the night. i dont think i can, so maybe ill get buzzed. whatever.
no new songs for today. adam is makin the site. we have domain and everything. www.xiispeedfinger.com. it isnt up yet tho. sorry. hmmmmmmmmmm. bored as hell. im missing chronicles today, cause im sick. but i think im gunna watch finding nemo this evening. i have acts tomorrow. :? cant wait...
until next time.

HOTCARL

teresa, you are my favorite girl. thatnks for making me not sad.

should my head hurt from all the pain in my bleeding heart?
how can i stop this aching, i feel sick.

FUCK YOU <----i think youll know if this is for you.

bored as hell.....should i be able to feel my toes? yes? well fuck.
and here i sit, alone and bored
staring at the walls
My blood shot eyes, they hurt like hell
and my legs are fast asleep

its just another rainy day
and im deprived of rest again
just another rainy day
i guess ill hafta ride out the storm

trapped in this metaphoric cage of a room
walls of green fail to calm my dried retinas
r.e.m. and uncontrollable twiches
im so scared of the dark

rediscovering an old favorite.

BULLS ON PARADE
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Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!

Rage Against The Machine.


woo hoooooooo 20 posts.

SCHOOL BLOWS. im so sick of this bull. i quit. one more post until 20.

the sky is churning,
an angry flashing picture of planned chaos.
I am afraid of thunder.
I hate storms like this.

????????????-i am a sad little monkey
i want so much to cheer the fight on
like a stupid pointless boxing match
but the object of desire for both contestants
is way too good for me to help spoil it
even if i share this lust




does this even make sense? maybe it doesnt have to...