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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/6/2008 2:41:00 PM | ta much for that im goin to do one for all people that has to make a big heart breaking dechion [ sorry spellin awful] to have their pets put to sleep an i truely think it will help be with me on this one .add it tomorrow night | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/6/2008 5:04:45 PM | [there's a knock at the door]
[the door opens]
Yes, Hello Ma'am, How are you? We've met befor. Last week . . .
'Yes, I remember, how have you been'
Good Ma'am, Yourself?
'I'm fine, How can I help you this afternoon, Sir?'
Well, Ma'am we've, I mean myself, and my squad, have been performing our duties, as regular, and we've haven't seen the Lady about town, is she ill?
'No Sir, as a matter of fact, she's out at this time, she's gone to see the butcher again'
Ahh . . . more gyros
'No, Sir. I believe she took in some duck,'
Duck You say
'Yes, we've had a few too many this past week, and so . . . chop'
Chop?!
'Yes, Sir she chopped, and cleaned them personally, Took them to the butcher this morning. I assume that she she would be at the market now'
Yes, Ma'am, cleaned them personally you say?
'Yes, Sir Chopped their heads right off, picked their feathers, and gutted em'
Hmm, Yes, Ma'am. Well tell her that we've been about, and that if she should need any assistance, or have and other concerns, that it would really be of no trouble
'Yes, Sir Thank you for your visit'
Ahh Yes Ma'am, Have a Nice Afternoon.
-walking along the path, rubbing his neck-
Chop?! | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/7/2008 7:34:44 AM | From PULP FICTION
INT. RECEPTION AREA (APARTMENT BUILDING) - MORNING 5.
Vincent and Jules walk through the reception area and wait for
the elevator.
JULES
You remember Antwan Rockamora?
Half-black, half-Samoan, usta call
him Tony Rocky Horror.
VINCENT
Yeah maybe, fat right?
JULES
I wouldn't go so far as to call the
brother fat. He's got a weight
problem. What's the gonna
do, he's Samoan.
VINCENT
I think I know who you mean, what
about him?
JULES
Well, Marsellus ****ed his ass up
good. And word around the
campfire, it was on account of
Marsellus Wallace's wife.
The elevator arrives, the men step inside.
INT. ELEVATOR - MORNING 6.
VINCENT
What'd he do, **** her?
JULES
No no no no no no no, nothin' that
bad.
VINCENT
Well what then?
JULES
He gave her a foot massage.
VINCENT
A foot massage?
Jules nods his head: "Yes."
VINCENT
That's all?
Jules nods his head: "Yes."
VINCENT
What did Marsellus do?
JULES
Sent a couple of guys over to his
place. They took him out on the
patio of his apartment, threw his
ass over the balcony. fell
four stories. They had this garden
at the bottom, enclosed in glass,
like one of them greenhouses --
fell through that. Since
then, he's kinda developed a speech
impediment.
The elevator doors open, Jules and Vincent exit.
VINCENT
That's a damn shame.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - MORNING 7.
STEADICAM in front of Jules and Vincent as they make a beeline
down the hall.
VINCENT
Still I hafta say, play with
matches, ya get burned.
JULES
Whaddya mean?
VINCENT
You don't be givin' Marsellus
Wallace's new bride a foot massage.
JULES
You don't think he overreacted?
VINCENT
Antwan probably didn't expect
Marsellus to react like he did, but
he had to expect a reaction.
JULES
It was a foot massage, a foot
massage is nothing, I give my
mother a foot massage.
VINCENT
It's laying hands on Marsellus
Wallace's new wife in a familiar
way. Is it as bad as eatin' her
out -- no, but you're in the same
****in' ballpark.
Jules stops Vincent.
JULES
Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right
there. Eatin' a **** out, and
givin' a **** a foot massage ain't
even the same ****in' thing.
VINCENT
Not the same thing, the same
ballpark.
JULES
It ain't no ballpark either. Look
maybe your method of massage
differs from mine, but touchin' his
lady's feet, and stickin' your
tongue in her holyiest of holyies,
ain't the same ballpark, ain't the
same league, ain't even the same
****in' sport. Foot massages don't
mean shit.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a foot massage?
JULES
Don't be tellin' me about foot
massages -- I'm the ****in' foot
master.
VINCENT
Given a lot of 'em?
JULES
Shit yeah. I got my technique down
man, I don't tickle or nothin'.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a guy a foot
massage?
Jules looks at him a long moment -- he's been set up.
JULES
**** you.
He starts walking down the hall. Vincent, smiling, walks a
little bit behind.
VINCENT
How many?
JULES
**** you.
VINCENT
Would you give me a foot massage --
I'm kinda tired.
JULES
Man, you best back off, I'm gittin'
pissed -- this is the door.
The two men stand in front of the door numbered "49." They
whisper.
JULES
What time is it?
VINCENT
(checking his watch)
Seven-twenty-two in the morning.
JULES
It ain't quite time, let's hang
back.
They move a little away from the door, facing each other,
still whispering.
JULES
Look, just because I wouldn't give
no man a foot massage, don't make
it right for Marsellus to throw
Antwan off a building into a glass-
mother****in-house, ****in' up the
way the talks. That ain't
right, man. Mother****er do that
to me, he better paralyze my ass,
'cause I'd kill'a mother****er.
VINCENT
I'm not sayin' he was right, but
you're sayin' a foot massage don't
mean nothing, and I'm sayin' it
does. I've given a million ladies
a million foot massages and they
all meant somethin'. We act like
they don't, but they do. That's
what's so ****in' cool about 'em.
This sensual thing's goin' on that
nobody's talkin about, but you know
it and she knows it, ****in'
Marsellus knew it, and Antwan
shoulda known ****in' better.
That's his ****in' wife, man. He
ain't gonna have a sense of humor
about that shit.
JULES
That's an interesting point, but
let's get into character. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/7/2008 10:12:01 AM | 'Nothing's ever perfect'
head down in beer
' . . . the best layed plans of mice, and men, oft go astray . . .'
emotion of words, swells forth a tear.
The only thing I see, as perfect, is you
your smile
your style
your over analysis
and, your gaze into my eyes
from The Back of a Five Ton | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 4/7/2008 7:28:54 PM | | Sometimes just the way you feel.Deep and a bit dark.Sometimes there ain't no light once the door is open | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 81 | |
| Dear Diary,
Posted: 4/10/2008 12:11:09 PM | Dear Diary,
I am so f*cking bored
Can't something relieve me of this maddening silence?
Music playing in the background
Smoking yet another cigarette
Combing the words again
Stressing my mind with all the innocuous bullsh*t
Sex has no meaning for me anymore
Masturbation has lost its appeal
Crippled as I am
In this solitary cell of my own making
Can't wait for the next message
From the invisible you on the other end
Of this box which sits here
Laughing at me
My cigarette is smoked up
Guess I'll light another | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/10/2008 11:22:31 PM | from V for Vendetta
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers
of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox
of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh, right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so . . . | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 4/11/2008 8:09:13 AM | Hold it together
I think the old patches are going to burst
and I am going to spurt all over this page
The agony of being alive sometimes
splits those old scars open
and the sad hurt places fester up again.
The only way I can say stop is to shut down and soak
up my feelings with a sponge.
Just when I could speak
there is no one to listen
Just when I thought I could cry
there were no more tears
to be shed
Just when I remembered
the pieces of myself
I lost them to the wind
The trauma will never leave
and the sadness will never go away
I am lucky some days that the
hurt only lurks in the shadows.
Grief should be healthy
it should be normal
it makes us wise
but is should never torment our lives. | |
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| Dear Diary,
Posted: 4/11/2008 1:22:38 PM | | go on to you tube watch a vidoe called, "Can world stongest dad" | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/13/2008 9:21:43 PM | Wake with slumbering Angels, sleeping on my shoulders,
rather than whispering in my ears. Dog still asleep against the calf of my leg.
Drool spot, on the brown/tan tile.
Collecting my thoughts I look up to see if the flame is still reflected in the glass.
A little dizzy it looks like the whole scene has changed, fires brightly lit present as
log fires, six feet high on either side of the glass in front of me.
Awake, and staring in to the flames. Still as to not to disturb the slumbering angels,
or the dog at my side.
Some deep breaths and, we're all awake, and standing.
We walk around the corner, and into the flames.
Move quickly through, what began must end, keep moving.
Holding breath, head down, covering, we move.
G*d d*mn . . . just move
Ten steps seem like twenty. Twenty like a hundred.
We're through, all of us, Angels, the dog, and myself.
Breathing, insanely hot air,
I look up to see a mirror facing me,
and Nothing Else
Look to my left,
Angel can I get a little help? | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/14/2008 8:19:39 AM | Two steps forward
Five steps back
It seems to be a theme
A theme on the highway of life
One lost soul
Solitary
Wont you play?
Bend it
Break it
Use it
Abuse it
Cinnamon hearts
Peppered soul
Piece by piece
A jigsaw puzzle
That was never
Finished | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/14/2008 5:05:37 PM | The angels aren't gone
They stepped off to grieve
The loss of a heart
A brief reprieve
In closing of eyes
In standing still
By forcing my self
against my will
reaching for the stars
all the while standing still
wings brush my cheek
finally again i can breathe
suddenly slowly
back in sync | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/14/2008 7:10:32 PM | Your Actions Reveal How You Spell Pray/Prey
5 times every day your face to the floor
stroking beads, confessors truth,so far but never more
rules that bend to fit the will left lying in the ditch
sacrement of ceremony burning every witch
women used as bait and barter ,slaves to masters whim
a tortured face upon a cross , you know that can't be him
a chant of blessing fills the air from song a spirit sings
a cry of fear as stones descend , hate that ignorance brings
you must believe we do demand , respect means to obey
we own everyones' forever .....starting with today | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/14/2008 9:25:44 PM | written in observation of a teen (that i used to teach) who was just trying to find himself...
Amazingly
one steps from behind the shadows of ignorance and illusion
to discover brightness, sunshine, and happiness
but
Sadly
the hand of society strikes him
and
of course
the voice of evil kicks him back into the corner from which he came. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 90 | |
| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/15/2008 7:04:38 PM | I come to you like this
arms wide open
heart out on the table
vulnerable, my neck on the chopping block
I speak of forever
trust, kindness, honesty
love, passion, partnership
you, me, us, always
You turn away
fear, uncertainty
your axe falls
yet I am left to live with the wounds | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/15/2008 7:38:24 PM | Enter my mind
There you shall find the truth
The truth of insanity
Cynical forever
Enter my mind
Total MENtal melt down
Eternal fall
Hypnotized, unlimited illusions
Enter my mind
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Which came first the chicken or the egg?
Parasite minds, lucid dreams
Enter my mind
No longer a virgin
No longer innocent
Its been f*cked for years
I welcome you to the confines of my mind
Nothing but a total mind f*ck
I think therefore i am, if i think not am i not? I think not. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/16/2008 9:59:10 PM | Love Five
I open the door, and walk in.
I hang up my jacket, and baseball hat, and walk passed the dining room into the kitchen.
I see you standing there, but I don't say anything.
I see that you did your hair, and f**k you are beautiful, but I don't say anything.
I look to you and say "the medical treatment center is built, it will be up and running tomorrow"
damn, all I think about is you. in between every push, pull, and heave, your on my mind, but I don't tell you that.
I'm tired, and everything hurts.
you cooked? I'm just going to have a bowl of reese's cereal.
I take the milk out of the refrigerator, and set it down. I walk to the other side of the island, reach in the cupboard and grab the box.
it's more than half full, and in attempt to tell you your everything to me I ask you if you want a bowl.
I reach to open the cupboard toget a bowl, and you step in front of me, and look up into my eyes.
I love you, but I don't say it.
I kiis you gently on the lips, and rest my face in your hair.
I kiss your ear, and keep kissing along cheek until I get to your lips.
I kiss you, and with my tongue try to tell you I want you to open your mouth.
we kiss deeply, and passionately.
I lift you up to the counter, and start to kiss your neck, along your collar bone, to the center of your chest.
my hands move down your body to lift your shirt off,
you let me.
I start to kiss your breasts.
I love you, but don't say it.
my hands move to your hips, and I pull you closer.
my hands move to unbutton your jeans
you let me, and I begin to remove your pants.
I kiss your lips, andjust can't say what I'm thinking . . . | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/20/2008 11:51:22 AM | if you don't mind
I will love you unconditionally
I won't know right, from wrong,
unless you say
I'll be by your side always, to protect, and love
(i may bark, and bite if I see something I don't like)
I'll pace the floor, lie on your clothes, check the window a million times
when your away
when you come home, I'll jump in your lap,
and lick your face
your dog | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/21/2008 9:01:55 AM | Living in a world of melted plastic trees
Melancholy puts you at ease
Cold is your comfort
Such a salt and pepper humdrum
Illusions of a mind lost
Under a solitary moon
Taste the vanilla rain
Life that has gone astrew
Disregarded emotions
Increments of love
Such a blossoming fruit of labour
When you realize all the lies you said
Were true | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/22/2008 5:17:43 PM | MANipulate
Dominate
Crying salty tears
Raging inside
Screams of pain
Engulfing the heart
Breaking the spirit
We all know the power
To hurt or be hurt
Hollow eyes stare back at you
They dont say a word
Damage done
Cold
Dark
Hurt
Swallows you whole
Develop an ulcer
Lump in your throat
Dying inside
Sailing down the river
The river
The river of a million tears | |
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Joined: 4/18/2008
Msg: 96 | |
| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/22/2008 8:06:37 PM | WOman fools me gentle
tells me candy coated lies
then prances deftly off to subjugate me
Whoa man where is she going?
with two pieces of heart in hand
cold
calculating
also dark
eyes stare back at me from the mirror
MANipulation is my mind today
DOMination is all I know
so solo flights is all I'll have | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/23/2008 12:59:31 AM | Dear Diary,
the broken parts
Tears held for too long
tried to
understand, to
reason
forget
forgive
blame someone
regurgitate
and
hate again
mom
more bruises
california's not that far
run this time
why are we here,
no
I'm seven
I don't drink genesee,
ok sure, if you'll stfu
but,
I
have
homework
I
have
a
lighter
I have said goodbye
I have work to do | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/24/2008 9:14:11 AM | To this Dear Diary"
I had to say I'm sorry more than once Today
Misunderstanding of my blonde heritage ways....lol
I have a big heart and willing to open it wide
just hope they see the inside and forget about
the outter nuisance!!!
Please Diary expose my apologies!!!....lol | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 99 | |
| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/24/2008 7:37:53 PM | Let me explain a little something about love...
It's an illusion
A compilation of real emotions that we trick ourselves into believing is something more
We can feel trust, honor, loyalty, respect, empathy
We can know what it means to care about someone
We can lust after, devote ourselves to another
but none of these things is love
all of these things together aren't love either.
Love is unreal
We tell each other "I love you," and some of us mean it, but what is love?
Some fairy-tale, make-believe dream, concocted in childhood fantasy
I don't even love myself. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/25/2008 2:48:40 AM | Render man it exists homey. Most of us are too blinded by lust of a image that we forget we can fall for anyone. You'll know if the one you're meant to be with is right when you comfort eachother. Not arguing although that does lead to some great make up sex  anyway what was my point? O yes, when you're with a person and you can smile knowing you want no one in your life but that significant other that's love | |
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