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life :: i'll shove metal through yer face
so i *FINALLY* got my piercing apprentice at hotrods! yeah!
i'll be working both the oakland and south side shop. im excited and scared at the same time. i wouldn't even pick up a needle for like 3 months though, which i think is a good thing. i'm going to work a lot with chris, which will be very cool. chris has been doing his thing for 9 years now and i trust he knows what he's talking about. This also means nina and I will be getting the hookup on all kinds of awesome jewelry.
life :: the past and future are gone
soft and warm.
blurry semi-undefined blobs of color dance in front of my eyes.
my mind only thinks of the present now. the past and future are gone.
just the warmth of her body touching mine, the smell of her hair. her hand clutching mine.
i can fell her body rise and fall as she breathes. and her heart keeping a steady rhythm.
she rolls over,
surprised i say, "i thought you were asleep."
"nope, just thinking how much i love you."
life :: they will not let you stay
well, i guess im now officially insane.
yesterday nina, kira, rachel, geoff, and myself all attempted to stay at eat'n park for a consecutive 24 hours.
we got there at around 9:00pm, got a table in the back and started talking to the factor 8 kids. nate and amanda showed up, kiala showed up for a while, and so did rachel's mom. we ate a few times and got a lot of drinks. we were so board... and have been watching fight club "too much", and gave each other chemical burns with ice and salt. but the madness hadn't even started to set in until the manager kicked us out at 4:30...
ascii :: sometimes i wonder
Sometimes
i wonder
if it'll
EVER
stop
raining,
or if
we'll all
just DIE
in a flood.
life :: happy birthday to me!!!
woohoo! i'm eighteen. im birthday was quite odd. on the 14th of july, kiala took nina and i to see a show in pittsburgh. we went to see submachine, lowerclass brats, b.g.a, and aufstand. The intended venue (the brass factory) was closed by the health inspector, so the show got moved to cheez's store. it was a cool show, for a make-shift venue. submachine sang me "happy birthday, you scum"...
clinging to you, your arms draped around me. my face buried in your fuzzy sweater. and then it happened. an explosion of emotions erupts from the depths of my consciousness, things repressed longer than i can remember. and the tears, pouring from my eyes like the rain that still hasn't stopped. and there i am, in your arms letting out every bit of sadness iv ever held back, i let go. and iv never felt so safe.
life :: blissful monotony
it never seems to stop lately. but that's what i seem to identify with anymore. that never-ending, never changing blissful monotony that controls my life. things in our lives, nevertheless seem to be chaotic and random, always to end in the same systematic endings of every other bit of life we all pretend to have. whether or not we're sitting around, driving, going to shows, or sleeping, it all just seems to be the same. and always the rain. another static in my life. the seemingly constant rainfall...
