Posted by {well, it's not your momma} on Tue Sep 5 02:50:17 2000: IP Address: 208.61.153.79
In Reply to: not significant enough to be focused on posted by [angela] on Mon Sep 4 07:21:12 2000:
have i a heart in vain,
that it ceaselessly toils, unrelenting,
though blown by these storms
in every direction save forward,
and is it better to love,
though the heartsick cries go unanswered
and each lonely day, merely the aftermath
of slumbered musings formed of dreams
that know nothing of the desperation
to which longing is wed,
than to have never known those few sweet moments
when Hope placed her hand upon my head
putting to rest the tremor in my soul
and sighs whispered not of sorrow,
but of anticipation,
even if only breathed into the wind?
lonely night, angela isn't home and everyone else is, well, who cares. i'm sitting in front of a lifeless screen with nothing doing. my roommate has some terrance parker going while i have just finished listening to the swans album: cop/young god and am ready to go out gg allin meets the swans style, but in an office somewhere.. shove a stick of dynamite up my ass before walking into a bank or something screaming "i will hurt you more than i hate myself" or sumthin like that (joke that won't make any sense to anyone not familiar to the album).. and this music's going on about "love from behind" ARGH
i find it simultaneouly amusing and depressing about how terrible/perfect (both at the same time) life can be, with it's "little" quirks and idiosyncrocies.. little like a big fucking bainful bloody hole in my forehead little.
well, my roommate bought this 7 lb pre cut ham tonight, and after pulling off chunks and baggying the pieces to freeze, we were left with this big hambone with bits of meat and other nasty animal things left on it.. so we're sticking a georgia tech hat on it (his idea) and putting it in our nextdoor neighbor's mailbox (my idea). wish we had some sunglasses to put on it.
my wounds from yesterday's waterpark excursion are starting to ITCH, most being places on my back that i CAN'T reach. BLARGH! oh well.. 15 hours of sleep and i am still beat as fuck.. ugh.. raving 8 straight hours, staying up till 10am afterwards (*winks at angela :) ) then sleeping for an hour and a half to 3 hours (i don't even know when my friends came and woke me up from my coma) then spending the rest fo the day and evening at a waterpark destroying all skin and bone of me seems to be taking it's toll on me.. and i thought i was gonna get up after a small nap. well, that didn't happen. i stayed asleep straight till 1 or 2 pm.. cleaned my house like a motherfucker.. including my room (shudder to think), the computer room (shudder harder.. i must have bundled 2 miles of unused cat 5 left from prior LAN parties (like fourteen 20 to 50 ft strands) then vacuumed the whole damned house.. then the highlight of my day (*winks again) then dinner at the spaghetti factory where the lasgna kicked ass, but the waitress did not (we got our bread the same time we got dessert.. UGH) if it weren't labor day there wouldn't have been a tip.. but me being the *ideal* american...
(well, my apologies for saying i was going to get up..)
the music's changed again, this time my choice:
o/' let's get together and make a pact
let's get together and make a pact
let's get together and slit our wrists
let's get together and do the twist! o/'
the dead milkmen, of course.
o/' let's get together and make a pact
let's get together and make a pact
let's get together and end it all
let's get together in a bathroom stall!! o/'
i,eat lye soap, eat lye soap, and glue, i sniff glue.
enough banter for now. g'night all, and everyone else
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