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[18 Sep 2004|09:38am] |
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Time tends to suck the life right out of you. One minute you are king of the fucking world. You know who you are, where you're going and you have the pick of the litter. 20 years later your an old man, who's teeth are barely his. Your knees hurt from all the years of bashing them on the floor, your fingers aren't quite as nimble as you remember. Your skin looks dirty, no matter how much you clean it, grayed with the added years, the lines deeper. Lines you once dismissed as being laugh lines, are now deep groves. Where did the time fucking go? At least I have my hair, even if it is graying. Tobacco stained fingers move over a half shaved jaw. I was once an attractive man, now I wake up most mornings wondering if I'm even human. Two cigarettes and 3 espresso's later and I look in the mirror drowning a few pills with what looks like water. After a while I look pretty damn good. The cocky bastard is home and we are partying!
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| An Update |
[07 Aug 2004|11:40am] |
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Funny thing about age and the memory. The older we get the more memories we acquire. It is also true that the older we get the more memories we lose. The chemicals in our brains don't function as they once did. Age takes it's toll on all parts of the body. Smoking enhances age. Makes it more apparent. I have been a smoker most of my life. I pay for it with a cough in my sleep, phlegm in my throat and the occasional cold that catches all to easily. As well as what it has done to my memory...That's right. I haven't updated because I actually forgot my password kids. These are the kinds of things that one who is my age has to write on yellow paper sticky notes and place them in convenient places where we will see them on a regular basis. I now have my password stuck to the side of my computer. How unsavory, but I do what I must.
Edit: Happy Birthday Miss Charlize Theron! You are a joy to work with and bring the brightest of smiles to anyones lips my dear.
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| Translation |
[07 Jul 2004|09:43pm] |
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Now dry your eyes on your petticoat Sweet daughter of a son of a bitch
Come princess I am taking you with me There should be in this world of shit a red rose to collect for you sleep, without dreams of suffering There should be work and a warm bed And today a plate filled with hope Come Princess I am taking you with me this world of hunger and violence will end
Violence is never an answer. Yes we all would at some point like to beat someone. But Anger is a weapon and should be used with caution. Women and children should never be beaten in anger.
In this world there is enough violence. Every woman is a princess, treat her as such.
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| ascolti un uomo anziano |
[07 Jul 2004|07:03am] |
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e ora asciughi i tuoi occhi alla sottana dolce figlia di un figlio di puttana
Vieni principessa ti porto via con me ci sarà in questo mondo di merda una rosa rossa da cogliere per te e domeniche e sogni sull'erba ci sara un lavoro e il caldo di una stanza e ogni giorno almeno un piatto di sperata speranza Vieni principessa ti porto via con me questo mondo di fame e violenza finirà
La violenza non è mai la risposta. Ci sono periodi che tutti vorrebbero battere qualcuno. La rabbia è un'arma potente, dovrebbe essere usato con l'attenzione. Le donne ed i bambini dovrebbero non essere battuti mai nella rabbia.
In questo mondo ci è abbastanza violenza. Ogni donna è una principessa, trattili come tali.
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| Very Clever of You Diane |
[03 Jul 2004|06:54pm] |
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This is Diane Lane's very biased scale of what she determinds interesting. However the scale..were it proper would have me listed as boring or other, instead it has me listed as creepy. I personally fail to see how creepy lies in the catagory of uninteresting..
what's your call?
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[02 Jul 2004|07:28am] |
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"Man is a little bit better than his reputation, and a little bit worse."
reputation, that is some word.
the dark and twisted recesses of my mind request answers.
what the fuck does it mean to you?
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