| Poetry Slam much? |
[21 Oct 2006|12:47am] |
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Jack's Mannequin |
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The piano floats in on a breath and sings to tunes of songs of birds. It kills my thoughts and ravages my mind causing my head to sway from side. to side. Forcing up feelings of irrepressable, irrisistable flings and rings from ear to ear. From peak to peak. From sea to see those notes that flicker in forms like water like waves like sea. And to rest on my tongue for a moment numbing my mouth. Numbing my heart. Numbing my limbs. Numbing my lips until I kiss this immortal wave into a flurry. To entrance me to dancing, to deliver me to quivering. The notes float and I hear fear like pounding drums like drunk men hum. And you bet your ass it's for me.
God I need a new user pic.
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| Lotus. Lotus. Lotus. |
[06 Oct 2006|01:45am] |
The sad uncertain lotus trickles
down my fingertips. Into her
mouth.
The mouth, the flittery lips
of the red-head, sitting on the
pillow.
Next to the brunette, glaring
from the ground. The "D" name I
didn't quite catch is sitting
in lotus position.
Fitting.
The urban setting makes me imagine
932 airplane silhouettes dancing
from the powerlines on 112th
st.
And who is dancing, but my hammer
philosophy, sitting in for the
drink. The lotus falls into her
mouth.
While she chews time stills and
for a second, I think she is looking
both at me and at the blonde across the
room.
She bites, and mashes, and destroys
that little flower, that flower, that flower, that flower,
that mush of femininity, and she
lifts
her pelvis to the air, towards
Mecca. and she breaths for
the very first time.
time.
time.
Now shut the fuck up and don't come back.
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[06 May 2006|02:49pm] |
| You Are 88% Evil | 
You're the most evil person you know.
The devil is even a little scared of you! |
| You Should Weigh 155 | 
If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.
If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon! |
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[03 May 2006|09:31am] |
batshit crazy.
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[27 Apr 2006|03:46pm] |
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This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along. If you want me to do any other letters, be sure to suggest!
I was given P by fakinghome.
( P? )
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[26 Apr 2006|05:06am] |
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Anathallo//Don't Kid Yourself, You Need a Physician |
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Well, I am entirely too sleepy to update, and I am just a little bit afraid of people starting to wake up soon, so I am signing off, and encouraging you all to look at my new journal, but most of all my new header. The little bastard has taken me until 5 in the AM to complete and post. I also messed with colours and whatever, but you get the picture. I will hopefully be on tomorrow to see what everyone thinks and to update into the prettyness. So tired, as I said, 5 am right now, so farewell, and talk to you all later.
Now encouraged to write more in a journal he actually appreciates,
Bryan.
p.s., you should really see the rest of the picture that is my icon, it is a mural I made out of chalk entitled "I found Death in my rosebed; his jokes were sophisticated".
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[26 Apr 2006|04:53am] |
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I just made my journal rather pretty! In my opinion anyway, so let me know what you think!
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| A streetcar named Cemetery... |
[19 Apr 2006|01:13pm] |
I'm dying tomorrow...
In this house, this street, Chicago...
Anyway, This is me probably starting to update again on Lj. It has been too long, I know, right? Yeah, but that's that, and that...
So, Has anyone seen any icons that fit my journal better? Hmm... I need to totally fix my header...
And probably put on a new Userinfo...
and maybe get some new friends...
and cut some colourbars...
Fuck it.
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[14 Apr 2006|11:24am] |
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[10 Apr 2006|01:25pm] |
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post a line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: No cheating.
( I dare you to click this link, you bad guessers. )
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| A real live waste of your non-existing time. |
[15 Feb 2006|10:09pm] |
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I remember I had a poetry thing tonight |
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Why do i have a livejournal?
It seems as if noone is reading it. I understand why and all, first the lack of serious updates, second the serious friend cut I did. I don't really regret either, I just wish I had a bigger audience.
What is the point?
I know this is me complaining, but I can't really apologize to my non-readers, can I?
Oh pointless and vague journal, maybe I can switch you to myspace or summit.
I was just at a poetry reading where I illigally drank some good wine. I would tell you more, but who is there to listen?
signing out, possibly forever-ever,
bryan with a lower case B.
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[03 Feb 2006|04:09pm] |
Two updates:
I saw Saw, and it was scarry as hell.
I just got my Firefly DVD's!!!!!!
score.
-Bryan.
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| Some quotes worth addressing. |
[16 Jan 2006|12:34am] |
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 Snowboarding... yum. |
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Seu Jorge//starman |
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On this fine morning at 12:33 AM I have run across two very intersting posts/comments.
1. "I believe that out of anybody Jessica and Richard will be two of the greatest influences in my life to help me back to the Right road <-- I didn't necessarily try to knock her off, it was just easy on which to walk towards Jesus and Eternal Life. I've started my own trek back from my fall when I was with BJ <--that is me and now it just seems like things are gonna be easier to handle (not that they'll be easy to begin with) because I'll have help."
This was a Jenna quote, and it completely amused me. I decided that since I laughed, it was totally post-worthy. Maybe that makes me evil, but I doubt it. I think making a christian stray from her path makes me evil.
2. "I don't think Christmas was designed for the dual celebration of the birth of Jesus AND the softness of boobies. I would think that if it was, then Christmas tree decorations would be a lot more interesting."
So, again, this made me laugh and was therefore post-worthy. This was said by a person I don't know, and will therefore not credit, not out of meanyness, but out of not advertising the name of a person I don't know. I would explain the quote to you, but it might lose it's luster.
that is all.
Bryan.
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[14 Jan 2006|10:51pm] |
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 Vive La Pang |
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Cake//I will survive |
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The gifts you will recieve from me are:
1. Awkward silence.
2. Hopes that you cry yourself to sleep waiting by the phone.
and all I want this year?
For you to dedicate your last breath to me before you bury yourself alive.
DON'T come home for Christmas. You are the LAST thing I want to see underneath the tree.
( Merry Christmas? )
I could care less.
Don't call me when the snow comes down.
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[07 Jan 2006|09:44pm] |
Tell me of a fandom you know I know of and I'll tell you:
1. The first character I first fell in love with
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't
4. The character I love that everyone else hates
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer
6. The character I would shag anytime
7. The character I'd want to be like
8. The character I'd slap
9. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise
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| Now, since Meg beat me to it... |
[01 Jan 2006|12:16pm] |
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Shit, now I can't even HTML... |
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this must be it
welcome to the new year
the drinks were consumed
the plants were destroyed and the hors d'oeuvres ( dismantled )
i'm not smiling behind this fake veneer
i am often interrupted or completely ignored
but most of all i'm bored
i'm trying to find out if my words have any meaning
lackluster and full of contempt when it always ends the same
why won't she listen to me
why did i come
oh why did i come here
these humans all suck
i'd rather be home feeling violent and lonely
i'm not trying to sound so insincere
but the postcard that's taped to the freezer reads "wish you were here"
how i wish i could disappear
i'm trying to find out if my words have any meaning
lackluster and full of contempt and it always ends the same
heads up
damage control
there's a ring around her finger
last chance for changing lanes and you missed it by a mile
why won't you listen to me
this must be it
welcome to the new year
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