i took out my tongue ring yesterday. it's been bugging me lately, and i was gonna take it out soon anyway. so i thought.. what better time than now, eh? just not a natural thing to have a metal barbell through your tongue, which is a muscle, that you use for alot of things. any other part of your body that can be pierced is pretty much just skin that doesn't move.
i finger painted today. me and a few kids from my art class are doing a mural in the library... a western scene with the mesas in the background and cacti and such. we were doing the sky and figured it would be fun and look neat if we painted it with our hands.
went on our senior trip today. not that i expected anything more than crap, but it was severely disappointing. first of all... our senior trip was to 'camp don lee'. yes, a fucking summer camp. you may think... well, i'm sure they had fun stuff for you to do. no... not at all. me, miranda, anthony and dianna just walked around the camp like 200 times, wet in the rain and took many cigarette breaks. second, it rained the whole fucking day. it's still raining now. there was this man-made pond with chlorine in it (?!) that everyone went swimming in. ok, i didn't go swimming, that's kinda nasty, imo. they played movies in one of the lounge areas, and had canoes people could go out in...for about 20 yards. our lunch was brought from the school... turkey and cheese sandwhiches, chips and cookies. all in all, really fucking ghetto, and really fucking beat. i'm in an ill mood and tired from being outside all day.
i really don't like driving with my dad. he has adhd and will constantly look at everything except the road. makes me nervous when he doesn't notice someone braking until we're about to rear end them... or drift off into the middle of the road. he's a good driver, but... not.
on a somewhat lighter, random note...alot of people probably don't, but i really like clamato juice. i'll sip on it compulsively until it's gone. i think it's tasty.
it's warm and sticky here for the last three days. it's on and off raining and humid. yecky.
my dad's friends came to visit from pa this weekend and left today. they were strange old hippies and sang songs with their guitars.
i got three calls lastnite, 12am, 1am and 2:30am... all woke me up after i had drifted off from the last time. clayton was coming back from a party, marshall wanted me to come party at atlantic beach, and andre left a message because i was fed up with crazy mofo's callin me in the am hours. of all of them, i wish i had picked up andre's call. ;\ i miss him ♥
oh unlucky circumstance. what should i have said when i had the chance. what different outcomes could have been. should have been? i believe oneself controls their own fate. but who knows what will become of their choices. don't leave.
ISTP - "Engineer". Values freedom of action and following interests and impulses. Independent, concise in speech, master of tools. 5.4% of total population.
words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup they slither while they pass they slip away across the universe pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind possessing and caressing me
jai guru deva om nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world
images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes they call me on and on across the universe thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
jai guru deva om nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world
sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing through my open ears, inciting and inviting me limitless, undying love, which shines around me like a million suns and calls me on and on across the universe
jai guru deva om nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world nothing's gonna change my world
i saw this dudes profile and it had a bunch of pictures of his beamer...
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Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom Have you been borne yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war
We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We live, we die & death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus groin got filled w/green death
I touched her thigh & death smiled
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts we are promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine)
drained