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FYC [07 Jan 2006|01:13am]

...according to Mr. Mauriat, Love is Blue. I'm inclined to agree.



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[02 Jul 2005|09:50pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I think that this is the month when I start. You know, the road to properly doing things, not just drifting along like life is a dream. My hope (and prayer) is to have some form of job by the end of the year. A simple thing like that will help me so much. I miss working, earning money and feeling like I have a hold on my future.

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[26 Apr 2005|10:44pm]

          I didn't feel like myself today.

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Pueblo Village [25 Apr 2005|12:24pm]

I recently bought Resident Evil 4 (gamecube) and to my surprise it is 'bloody' brilliant. Its a pretty major shift from the games that have gone before (no zombies thankyou very much) and it tries desperately to forge its own path. The opening chapters in the village are beautiful pieces of design and atmosphere, watching the villagers roam around doing menial tasks is disturbing, makes you feel like the invader.

It all goes a little nuts later on and the anti-american attitude it starts to spout gets old very quickly. I don't mind anyone taking a stance or subject like that on, but when its done in such a cheesy manner, well, its pretty embarassing. The script writers really need to start taking a leaf out of the Silent Hill team when it comes to plot. Meh, i'm nitpicking with what is generally a pretty epic game that I know I can play over and over, I never grow tired of popping a villains head with a well aimed shot.


...and I am getting seriously tempted to start drawing my own Yaoi comic *feels the fangirl hysteria coming on*. I have been reading a lot recently and I keep thinking to myself that I can do this, besides it would be fun. Just creating a library of Bishie's would be fun.

Kakairu anyone?

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I love you on your {right} side [24 Apr 2005|01:17pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

Methuselah + Nightingale


Waking up without source – your angle reveals nothing

I welcome you with silent elation (I don’t like to play games)

Not to say I am without need or [sound] you just don’t

Look for            it            anymore

Seeing is expensive (and dangerous) – welcome to here*

            *bramble          crimson            barnacle

Still, it tastes like honey (you can’t get enough)

I’m here for something that is admitted

And always

Whispered (but I still  don’t like promises)

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>.> [01 Apr 2005|10:27pm]
Take the quiz: "Your Bedtime Body Language (PICS)(Guys Only)"

On Your Side
You are probably mild-mannered and rational. Since this semifetal sleeper takes up a minimal amount of space, he tends to be a giving lover. Also, he's way too sensible to play -- or stand for -- mind games.
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[17 Jan 2005|08:05pm]
and this made me smile, which was a good thing for today.
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[17 Jan 2005|04:32pm]
...and the oldschool demons tasted better than I remembered.
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[07 Dec 2004|06:45pm]



I keep my answers small and keep them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bulwark to my fear.

The huge abstractions I keep from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.

But the big answers clamoured to be moved
Into my life. Their great audacity
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.

Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, I still hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow

And all the great conclusions coming near.

Elizabeth Jennings
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[04 Dec 2004|09:33pm]

You are no longer young,
Nor are you very old.
There are homes where those belong.
You know you do not fit
When you observe the cold
Stares of those who sit

In bath-chairs or the park
(A stick, then, at their side)
Or find yourself in the dark
And see the lovers who,
In love and in their stride,
Don't even notice you.

This is a time to begin
Your life. It could be new.
The sheer not fitting in
With the old who envy you
And the young who want to win,
Not knowing false from true,

Means you have liberty
Denied to their extremes.
At last now you can be
What the old cannot recall
And the young long for in dreams,
Yet still include them all.

Elizabeth Jennings
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[26 Nov 2004|06:56pm]


I find it strange how whenever I am doped up I always feel the need to be either hopelessly creative or needlessly busy ( I can never decide which to choose without some level of inner turmoil). So, hurrah indeed, for recently I have found that my mind has been unusually and uncharacteristically quiet and calm. My hope had always been for this so perhaps I should not be quite so surprised and yet, I am.

I know it is nothing to do with these little beauties of course. Although they do bring me a strange level of joy.

About 4 months and maybe a few days give or take: that is the amount of time it has taken for me to get used to this new lifestyle.

All good things I guess, all good things.





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[14 Nov 2004|10:38pm]

...and the brutalisation of formatting continues apace

...and my dreams are swiftly being recognised




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(I dont like word) part 2 [14 Nov 2004|10:35pm]
This  had (1) b
    en her ntntion all along, to gve me what she knew was
            my he*rts tru e desi
re. She (autumn)  even
        gve  me a new mask (ITS PRETTY). Its now bla ck and
white, wit222222
                            h a line down the cenre split ting th e two much like the
common common (010101) symbol (idiot) f or yin and ya
        ng. E ve n now as I (invideo) sit and write I wear
it. My cool (dont leave me here)  bre3333333athe ru
        ffles out against its cool carved lips, and
eery  so oftn I will s*ck i n th (2)  e air forcef ully thr*ugh the small
            slit simpl1111111y (****) to enjooy

                    the subtle (or harsh) sound it makes.
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...and how [13 Nov 2004|05:58pm]
I post weird poetic stuff no one understands

why is YOUR livejournal annoying?
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I should be running when I am walking (I don't like words) [13 Nov 2004|02:38pm]
The flame flickered
mutely on the cold grainy floor; it’s solitary
light bath
ing ever*thing in a soft amber (proper) glow. A sudden shudder crept
through the room
and some lo*se wax fe
ll ovr the blue floor, the
drops mk ing no sound in the fall. Sounds machinery filled the
room, a st
eady beating,
a rhythmic whirring, a conscientious (or ignorant) beating
and the sharp venting of steam (necessary).
All the soun ds competed vora ciously
for atten tion like a pa
ck of wld dogs tearing at the flesh of their
prey. It *** the breathing,
however, that forced itself into the room
with the strongest of wills.
long draaawn out exhaling and
of oxygen that seemed "or wanted" to crawl along the walls and pierce the air
with lethal (sometimes perhaps never)

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Milkshakes [30 Oct 2004|07:23pm]
A good friend bought me a milkshake today, t'was nice (cherry garcia & Phish food combined) but it let me down, I expected better. I have been waiting to get a Ben & Jerry's milkshake for over three years *sigh*

I should just stop looking forward to things.

Anyway...must go shoot invisible matter

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tee-hee peanuts [16 Oct 2004|08:00pm]
You are Woodstock!

Which Peanuts Character are You?
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and the truth [16 Oct 2004|07:38pm]

I am the Siren

A man is often secretly oppressed by the role he has to play - by always having to be responsible, in control, and rational. The Siren is the ultimate male fantasy figure because she offers a total release form the limitations of his life. In her presence, which is always heightened and sexually charged, the male feels transported to a realm of pure pleasure. In a world where women are often too timid to project such an image, learn to take control of the male libido by embodying his fantasy.

Symbol: Water. The song of the Siren is liquid and enticing, and the Siren herself is fluid and ungraspable. Like the sea, the Siren lures you with the promise of infinite adventure and pleasure. Forgetting past and future, men follow her far out to sea, where they drown.

What Type of Seducer are You?
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[12 Sep 2004|05:31pm]
Today's effigy is one happy clamper, the shoe shiner of the hammer horror world, the Vampress. I am not really a huge fan, but the model is better than most with well sculpted hair. The purple colour is what I associate most with the series so that is a definite plus.

I need more chocolate, it just so happens I have a fruit N nut bar right here with me.

Bring on the self motivated endorphins. My usual.
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[10 Sep 2004|01:51pm]
the man who owned everything
the swine with the trigger
a target made from hair
a liar with the key-chair

& puppets puppets puppets puppets...one and all.
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