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[Mar. 18th, 2007|02:00 am] |
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Yeah, for me, they dont exist. Even on the most sacred of drinking events, still they dont hit me up. Fuck you guys and fuck chillin with "my friends"... Im done even trying |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2007|10:40 am] |
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Met the lady of my dreams last night... |
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| paco is finally going to mexico |
[May. 27th, 2006|08:06 pm] |
Leaving tommorow at 3:30 in the morning on a cruise to Mexico... Ill hit everyone up when I get back... I am fucking craving a camping trip so well have to get something together after this trip
no drinking age.... here i come... god damn, finally i can speak my native tongue
paco |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2005|07:43 pm] |
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I am SO fucking gay. I have homosexual relations with one jeff franklin blair.....at lest three times a day. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2005|11:13 am] |
So I woke up this morning, busted out the four S (shit, shower, shave and straighten), when suddenly a staggering thought entered my mind.
My entire life I looked forward to this period of my life, but as I finish my first semester of college I am awestruck at the lack of enthusiasm I have towards it.
I mean its not that my life is in anyway bad it just seems so fucking repetetive. The monotony of my daily life has finally taken its toll and I'm only 17 years old. Are these the days I will look back on with nostalgia? Because if thats so, how fuckin boring will my life be at the point Im looking back from?
I've decided every moment spent anticipating a fairytale high school and college life was a fucking waste of time and I find myself wishing I could start back in first grade again, when everything I did was simple and pretending to shoot my friends with imaginary guns was still amusing. Now if I were to play with imaginary guns I would be sniping people from the roof, and it still wouldn't be very much fun...
...maybe the real thing will be more fun
keep your heads low
I love you all |
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| Off to the good old mighty mo' |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|11:16 am] |
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Well Im off to Gods country to catch me some motherfuckin walleyes, dont worry when im gutting fish ill think of you all. |
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| Are they red yet? Are they red yet? |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|02:12 pm] |
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| | Sex pistols | ] |
Hopelessness fails to elude
Tragic feelings that nothing will satisfy
Apathetic notions permeate my moods
Where has my candle gone?
What put out my flame?
The shell I push around this town
Yearns so much to just lay down
Quit the fight for it is lost
Who's the victim?
What's the cost?
I pass the hours
alone in bed
so many places
I could be instead
Yet I stay
with this gun at my head
Anticipating
the sheets stained red |
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| Can you taste it? |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|03:22 pm] |
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| | Against Me | ] |
Can you taste the betrayal?
They mask it behing their manly anger
Hidden deep down where their true loyalties lurk
Loyalty to themselves
Loyalty to the betterment of themselves
A loyalty to the very things they claim they fight against
hypocrites of the worst type
They portray themselves as righteous
But they can only hide their selfish, gluttoness ways for so long
Soon their worthless, wounded soul will slip from its shell
Scorched by the truth...
They will burn |
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