Archive for October, 2006
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #53
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
I’ll Never Get What I Want.
Such is The Way of Life.
I’ll Never Achieve or Receive Perfection.
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Tuesday, October 17th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #52
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
There’s nothing wrong with this love,
to me.
It’s complety suicidal,
to society.
Why is it wrong?
I’ve only […]
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Monday, October 16th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #51
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
I’m walking, breathing and sensing, but I’m blind to the world, I can only see her, God-sent […]
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Friday, October 13th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #50
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Meditation would surely help my situation, but I am plagued with reatives. I’m not too fond with […]
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Thursday, October 12th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #49
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
I would have one final chance to meet her. Tomorrow morning, 9 AM, Folk’s house. I had […]
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Wednesday, October 11th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #48
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
My summer vampirism prevented me from sleeping that night. In my boredom, I stared out into the […]
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Tuesday, October 10th, 2006
The FagaVault - Episode Twenty
This cute little guy came up to me and asked if he could do the show. Then he gave me a bag of quarters and some stock tips, so naturally I said yes! It’s all yours, Money Machine.
INITIATE EPISODE TWENTY
CONTENTS:
Johhny Sayles “Snake In The Grass” (1972)
Chad Mitchell “Better Than Anything” (1967)
Robin Trower “The Fool and […]
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Tuesday, October 10th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #47
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
As I met my mother at the motel, she told me the most surprising news. “Someone’s asked […]
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Monday, October 9th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #46
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Have I Found Her? (Eyes, purest blue)
Sara; Sara Barnes. First time we met, I was only 15. […]
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Friday, October 6th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #45
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
As I lay there in the dark, The devil come and lay down by my side. I […]
