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when your alter ego has an alter ego...

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 08:48:23 GMT

qoute breathe unquote

the clockwork knight is ticking
ticking tock again,
my lips are always moving
i wont tell you
what i mean
if you cant recall a word
i said

im the golden one inside you
the one that never speaks
to fold your arms discretely
is to quickly silence me
the cross around your neck
that constant reverie
but my whispers have been muffled
and you can plainly see

my hands are tied
so neatly

but your heart, it still hears me

i'll never see the ocean
aside from photographs
will and warn deception
unless i plan to pass

where

does

he

lie?

you'll never find me on the ocean
or in a sea of green
unless im wearing that old t shirt
that bridge walker left for me
i come from where the wheat grows
weaving wind and golden streams
from the sky,
beneath the barrows
the sunlight dances in the leaves
inside the album sleeve
my hands are tied,
so neatly

and what of lehi?

he's broken

his hands are neatly tied
a reflection in the window
clear, uncluttered, crucified

the willingess inside me
oh, the purity of heart.
to only want one thing
preserve my soul inside a mason jar
it can rest inside your window well
just below the cool damp earth
oh, the willingness inside of me
WHAT A PLACE TO KEEP YOUR HEART

freinds, neighbors, democrats, jeffrey daniel friel...

Tue, 23 May 2006 21:39:24 GMT

notice

i do not update this oft enough for it to be on your friends page, and so i present you with my other oldfangled journal

www.livejournal.com/~oneredpanda

add me my brethren, and ye shall be graciously rewarded.

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 06:24:04 GMT

float away small child ill try to ignore all that hot air

apologies to the queen mary for the rest of the worlds lack of perfection

Wed, 19 Jan 2005 00:58:13 GMT

bike ride!?!?!?

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 17:53:56 GMT

Riding my bike to the store with my friends and comin' out with a blue slurpee
lighting a match to a fuse and running really fast to get away from 80

hop on your Huffy let's go ride down suicide
moon walk to beat it with a grass stain and scratch on your knee

state of the art, pistol grip, black joystick I'm gonna kick your ass at Frogger
Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, light saber I wanna have my way with Leia

hop on your Huffy let's go ride down suicide
moon walk to beat it with a grass stain and scratch on your knee

hello Commodore and Barrymore
right foot red and laid out on the floor
gonna figure out this colored cube
got a pair of pants that parachute

we both know this balloon won't take us too far......

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 05:35:20 GMT

how can your two hands and ten fingers move nine planets?

Thu, 07 Oct 2004 16:40:06 GMT

last nights episode of futurama = super sad.
a cartoon with sad in it?
yeah, sad.

poor seymour.

Thu, 22 Jul 2004 11:13:08 GMT

what the hell!!!!

bobble heads in summer....

Wed, 21 Jul 2004 07:25:47 GMT

rather difficult, mmm, yes, difficult.

i have struggled with writing much of anything lately, why? because the same thoughts insist on running it through and driving it home, like middle aged mother and father thoughts that leading little son and daughter thoughts, who in turn bring sister and brother thoughts, and all of these become one massive frustrating question.

my mind is a fleshy wrinkly family tree!

what this all leads up to is standing still, for much too long, where others have been forced to act, i have been left waiting, ready for action, but left waiting nonetheless.

why would you want to pretend to be hateful uncaring and unloving? who benefits from these actions? most likely no one, you just end up looking like a fool and most likely in the end the rest of the living breathing world thinks of you as a complete jack ass.
so why?

every time i make a move, a car purchase, a job opportunity, it somehow ends up being
ruined. at least i am not going to have to drive the van when i take the road test, a family member has graciously offered up a special one time only use of vehicle.

speaking of sucks, i love the 90's, not very funny, not very interesting, not very entertaining. that said, the 90's are not the new 80's!

who would have ever thought that in the great scheme of things, one day being graced with the joys of central air conditioning would be in my future. honestly though, you have no idea how happy this has made me.

also i enjoy reading cheesy ghost stories, and pictures of space, the great beyond you know, all that jazz.

goodnight.

Fri, 02 Jul 2004 08:21:36 GMT

so proud...

Fri, 28 May 2004 08:29:53 GMT

here i am! here i am! here i am!

so glad you are! so glad you are! so glad you are!

main theme to smokin' gun.

Sat, 15 May 2004 08:37:59 GMT

life with an extended warranty!
here we have a prime example
of he who deserves nothing
yet, expects everything.

with all of the nothing that has been going on,
one question that just fucking begs to be asked!

how do you solve a problem like maria?

Wed, 21 Apr 2004 02:15:27 GMT

making sense? apparently this is not a problem!

haha, yes.

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 05:58:30 GMT

this is awesome http://polarexpressmovie.warnerbros.com/

if you don't know why, well then fuck off

yeah....

though i am more excited for the "where the wild things are" movie.

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 19:10:10 GMT

it must be rough, you know...being a genius.

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:40:34 GMT

THATS RIGHT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

giant surface music falling to earth like jewels....

Wed, 07 Apr 2004 07:48:12 GMT

it is raining
has been for a little while now,
and i in barefeet and a sappy smile have been
kneedeep beneath the glow of the street light
in a newly formed river
for at least half of that while
just something i'd like to remember.

"the great salt lake/into the lavender crevices of evening the otters have been pushed"

Mon, 05 Apr 2004 05:15:53 GMT

He awakes to the dull light trying to force its way in around the edges of the blanket. He's thrown up in front of the window. The room's painted a somber yellow-gold. In the dark, it goes a soft, formless shade of nothing. He thinks, This is where I'm coming from. The dark suits me.

A disaster of clothes, books, papers, food and blankets greet him wherever he moves. It makes him nervous. He's only ever comfortable in his car and he hates driving. Rock and roll will never die, he thinks. Rock and roll will never die.

"But my God, it deserves to."

He wonders what's been going on. The same shit.....New show but the same script. The party rages on he's sure.

Now that she's gone, it's probably gotten a little easier. A little worse for the wear, perhaps, but he's alone at last. He's alone at last. He's the last.

He used to be on top of his game. A real scene-stealer. A ravenous baby-eater. Now at a five and dime, he's a glorified counter-top cleaner where nobodies remember his name.

So much so she loved him, so as it only seemed to hurt. Her devotion only made matters worse.

"Well, you can caress it if you want to..."

But as we've all come to find out, it may take more than love to keep the poison down.

She's someplace now as he's sweating it out -- living low, high and dreaming of their forgotten, misplaced schemes.
Where in the night to no one within reach, he screams:

"Life takes you where it goes. Life takes you where it goes or so it would seem."

riders of the purple sage.....

Fri, 26 Mar 2004 02:02:29 GMT

it seems that i missed a phone call from zane grey earlier this afternoon.

odd.

monday through tuesday(exchange)....

Wed, 24 Mar 2004 07:55:05 GMT

exchange, constants, haunted by cancer victims, boring bandsville, the weakerthans!, solitary sing alongs, stuffy, sight, nature reanimated, paint, strangers.

goodnight.

if strangers meet....

Tue, 23 Mar 2004 08:57:45 GMT

if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully,once
if strangers(who
deep our most are
selves)touch:
forever

(and so to dark)

all solid state...

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 04:43:01 GMT

thrashing myself a classic phonograph with all the trimmings and rolling out some smooth jazz.

Fri, 19 Mar 2004 08:13:27 GMT

so it goes.

killed by the cowboy president...

Sun, 14 Mar 2004 05:02:08 GMT

i suppose that at this very moment i feel exactly the way bridge walker must feel when he feels this way...

the gary gilmore murders.....

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 08:12:31 GMT

setting myself up to dissapoint someone is easy business, a little risky, but easy business.

the weather this week has been great inbetween weather!

no more pegs.