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Thursday, February 5th, 2004
4:00 pm - and now, to buy a mop...
okay...i'm coming to grips with being that kid that always smells like pee...but the question now is (a)am i imagining this? (b)if i'm not can others smell this wretched odor? (c)regardless of if they can or can't, would i rather just be ignorant to the situation as a whole?
actually, that's a couple questions...but seriously...whatever the fuck it is i smell right now, it's driving me insane!
meanwhile...woman at the post office...go fuck yourself. i seriously hate the rutland mail...if there was any way i could annex my suite over to north clarendon, i'd hop right on that shit. fucking stupid ass "you can pick up your package after the time on the card" bullshit spouting WHORE!

current mood: pissed off
current music: none

(13 nails driven - crucify me)

Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
1:53 pm
if you found me at the bottom of a lake, would that mean that you gave a fuck, or simply that you felt the same way i do?

current mood: melancholy

(2 nails driven - crucify me)

Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
12:07 pm - rip out that sin when you're singing, singing, singing blue silver
put the sin back in single like it was nineteen eighty fucking...
two, of us, just look what we've become and what we've...
done for you, and all that you'll ever know, you selfish prick
please know, we meant to push the blade in harder
meant to drive a little farther, meant to leave you at the bottom floating peacefully into
sleep.....

and
now
i'm
done
with this
i hope to see you
hung from limb to limb

say you feel it, know who's calling
but these bombs are all still falling,
wouldn't matter 1/2 as much if my friends weren't walls
holding faith, and holding strong
they're bound to carry on...
they say what's inside them matters
even though it's about to shatter
i'm dying to let you see what i look like
gone

current mood: disappointed

(crucify me)

11:51 am - just like i was taught to...
you can leave, just like the others
not much of a surprise there, anyway
what really could i have waged on all of this, eight years ago?
not a chance, not a glimmer
could save me from the end result
what's left in this fucking room
- with me
time and time again
some claw marks, a whistle, a bit of ash
buckets long lost their shimmer
and i'm supposed to somehow find a reflection in that mirror made of mud

current mood: deserted

(crucify me)

11:47 am - goose, motherfucker...
duck...
duck....
duck.....

bite back, goddamn it.

current mood: nervous

(3 nails driven - crucify me)

Friday, January 16th, 2004
3:51 pm - holy...shit.
i just came home for my break...figured i'd have an order of sushi.
got a california roll...nothing special...but i wanted extra hot wasabi...
i'm thinking "won't be too bad"..."HOT" stuff never is...
i pretty much just sat there...snot and tears running down my face, shoving it into my mouth in agony.
you all missed out on quite the show, i tell yah.

current mood: hot
current music: the heater, blowing nice warm air since it's fucking -18 out there!!!!

(4 nails driven - crucify me)

Friday, January 9th, 2004
11:39 am
I just got an e-mail (SPAM of course) that told me "break walls apart with your HUGE C0CK"...I don't know about you, but I never...ever...ever want to witness such a thing. Even if I was ever capable of that...those things just need not be seen.

current mood: amused
current music: Comedy Central's Comic Remix

(8 nails driven - crucify me)

11:38 am - Pika! Pika!

:: how nintendo are you? ::


current mood: tired
current music: Comedy Central's Comic Remix

(1 nail driven - crucify me)

Monday, January 5th, 2004
3:47 pm
are the city lights as beautiful when you're falling through them to the ground?

current mood: blank
current music: the cure - trilogy live DVD

(4 nails driven - crucify me)

Thursday, January 1st, 2004
6:11 pm - "lead us not into temptation..."
i can pull my teeth, like you could draw your sword
but the automatic word is what gives me this apathy...this desire...to simply fall away
into bed...into you...into me...into anything and everything that i know i've let fail
what bounces off...and slides down...like dried skin from a tired snake
and i'll become it
just for a moment
just long enough to sink my teeth into your sore, sore throat
and it quenches nothing more than a desire that never was
past tense is overdue
and dense flesh that should've never been set aflame
but as it burns, the light reflected in your eyes tells me this one thing
not once, not twice, but over and under and over again:
procrastination in the now, leads to nothing in the end

current mood: still

(1 nail driven - crucify me)

Sunday, October 26th, 2003
8:57 am - The devil's moved on to Cleveland, and he's there on a mission...
You have no idea how much this upsets me...how fucking disgusted I am with the human race...maybe you've never heard this band, and fuck, maybe you have and you hate them...but please...just read this...

Our beloved Murder By Death had their van broken into on Friday night while they slept in a Cleveland hotel room. They didn't just have a few things stolen...they lost everything. The band takes great pride in their equipment, most of which has been hand picked with great care over the course of their entire lives. Among the equipment stolen was Sarah's cello (probably worth more than your first car), All their guitars and amps, Mattt's prize collection of pedals, Alex's entire drum set, Vince's piano, etc. Everything.

Murder By Death is not a typical local band with day jobs. They make their living as a touring band. All at once their life's work, their livelyhood, and all their posessions were stolen. Imagine having your home robbed and losing your job at the same time. It is absolutely devastating. They are currently stuck in Ohio, with nothing. Their new album came out just under two weeks ago.

Murder By Death is part of a family. They're supported and loved deeply by their label, and their fans. We need to all join together to help our friends in a time of need. On their behalf, Eyeball is asking that anyone who has ever been touched by these beautiful kids, and this incredible band to please come forward and make a donation to help them rebuild their lives. A PayPal fund has been set up and we ask you all, even if you can only spare a little, to please help our friends. The e-mail address is

littlejoegould@hotmail.com

If you can not afford a donation, and live within 200 miles of Cleveland, please call each of your local pawn shops and music stores. The most prominent and unique instrument to ask for would most likely be the Cello. Ask if they've had anyone in to try and sell one, and let them know that if they do in the next few days to please contact the police immediately.

http://www.eyeballrecords.com
PO BOX 1653
Peter Stuyvesant Station
New York, NY 10009

current mood: sick

(7 nails driven - crucify me)

Monday, October 13th, 2003
1:21 pm - "you bro-o-oke my hea-a-art today..."
went to see "kill bill" the other night...so i'm thinking about that, and i'm bored and poking around eBay and find this:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category;=197&item;=3354951043
as most of you would do, i think "wow, this dude's kind of fucked up" and go to see what else he's selling, and find:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category;=618&item;=2563800936
jesus, i love the internet.

current mood: amused
current music: comedy central

(2 nails driven - crucify me)

Wednesday, October 8th, 2003
2:22 pm - together, we watched the bombs fall, and in the reflection of your eyes, i watched my body turn to dust
last night i had a dream about the armageddon.
and you weren't there, and you weren't there. and you, you either.

current mood: hung over
current music: alias season 1 dvd

(crucify me)

Monday, September 29th, 2003
12:53 pm - do yourself a favor...
and go watch this...
www.bordergatewayprotocol.net/~jon/humor/video/crispy.wmv.

it's not disgusting. hell, you can even watch it in front of your parents. just watch.

current mood: amused

(8 nails driven - crucify me)

Saturday, September 20th, 2003
6:10 pm - I'm going to be fucking sick...
If you thought I couldn't hate them any more than I already do...you were very fucking wrong. Christ, I don't think Martin Lawrence could even piss me off this much...

From the newest issue of Blender...

Lee finally seems liberated when the band launches into a thrashy cover of the Smashing Pumpkins’ "Zero." She savors the line "God is empty, just like me" like a teen testing authority.

For those of you who don't know, or didn't bother going to that link...this is about Evanescence. Evan-fucking-escence covering the Pumpkins. What the fuck has this world come to?

current mood: pissed off
current music: Evanescence - Zero (live)

(4 nails driven - crucify me)


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