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amused| 05:32pm 13/10/2003 | ||||
Of course this is impossible. This place can only be visited through the month of October at Universal's Islands Of Adventure. Yet...it is still wonderful to dream of...::sighs:: |
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contemplative| 04:16pm 06/10/2003 | ||||
Also I would like to add that Danny's head is to bug for his work hat. Thank you. |
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| 06:47pm 05/10/2003 | ||||
I saw two pugs this weekend and I know must own one. And I will some day, oh yes, I will. They are so adorable. I came to many realizations over this weekend. Many of them when I was looking into his eyes. Others had nothing to do with him. All in all I feel as though I have accomplished a lot this weekend. I like myself. I'm off to take some pictures now. |
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artistic| 06:15pm 22/09/2003 | ||||
Fucking sex. Fucking feelings. Why is it so impossible to be imortal? I hate feelings. Especially these kind. Who is to say that we're feeling the same way? I hate being singled out with emotions. I don't want to be the only one feeling them either. And if it is real then how come I can't find the damn words, or step up and take the risk of saying something? How come when the word love surfaces in my head I shake it away before I have a chance to dwell on that thought? I suppose because I am nothing more than a coward that is afraid of herself and what her feelings would bring. Nothing that I do and say affects only me anymore. It affects other people as well. I am feeling guilty for even dwelling on this. Fuck it. |
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frustrated| 11:46am 31/08/2003 | ||||
"I adore you." What a nice moment. Aw. I want to make an animal parade. No pimples aloud. The lions will crow and the penguins will be in the lead. The birds that fly above will bleed until death. Because I don't like them. Ellyn has horns and does nasiles. French orgy please? Let my dog eat you alive. |
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| 08:41pm 26/08/2003 | ||||
You taste so bitter and so sweet, Oh, and I could drink a case of you, oh Darling... I loooove this song.....CANADA! |
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| 01:39am 06/08/2003 | ||||
He had tried being hostile. He tried forcing her to drink; but she wouldn't have it. Tears tumbled from her eyes and fell upon his hand. He had left her for four days, hoping that she would become so weak that she pleaded for his help. She never called. She never moved. Four days had past, and where her tears had fallen his hand still tingled. He knew that if she didn't drink there would be nothing more of her to wither away. Growing weaker with every second, every breath she drew in came more difficult than the last. She was stuck between being mortal and immortality. The thought of her lying in the cool shadows of their dwelling, flowing closer to death, was enough to make him call out savagely, like the beast she had deemed him. On the fifth night, while leaving for his nightly feast, he saw. She lay still; her chest was rising and falling with much effort. A gasp escaped from her cancer ridden throat with every inhale. He saw this and knew that tonight would be his last chance before she was nothing more than Lost Soul. His comrades were their usual self; yelling and laughing as adrenaline encompassed them. It came so naturally to them to be violent and ruthless with their victims and careless with their blood, leaving plenty to waste. Tonight was no different than the rest for them. They cared only for themselves and saw no point in mercy. Once he got his fill he poured all of the crimson fluid that he could manage into his shinning silver vile. After capping it, he kissed the lid and whispered into the wind words of hope. Natural, yet so unnatural. He received stares and sneers; he responded with threats and violence. His brothers left sooner than they would have on any other night out of intimidation and fear. He was the last to leave and only made it back to their dwelling seconds before the sun kissed the sky. Though the sun lit all that it's rays could reach their home remained as dark as the ocean's bottom and as chilling as the arctic. While the others were gathering themselves in sleep, he was stalking forward to her shelter; determined to make her taste and feel the life within the sliver vile. Stepping through a thick curtain of fog his rested on the miserable sight of her. Her breaths were drawn out and few; sweat soaked her and her flawless face held an expression of pure agony. He positioned himself on her bed and took her into his arms. Her eyes parted slightly and then closed at the sight of him. She let out a soft grunt, and with much effort, placed a shaking hand on his chest and gave him a pitiful push that he hardly felt. While uncapping the bottle she uttered a sound so soft that it barely licked his ears. Though it was soft, it was also unmistakable. "No." He gazed at her with eyes so piercing that most could never meet them. He placed the vile to her lips. "Drink." She attempted to turn her delicate head to a different position but he refused to let her move. "Drink." Her tears ran and slept upon his flesh once again. He sucked in a violent breath and released it with a savage moan of bitter frustration. "Drink! Drink!" Her mouth remained shut. He let out a gasp of anger. "Don't you understand? You will die. You will die if you don't drink. You have not committed the sin of murder and you will never have to. I will take the lives that you need. Drinking this does not make you a murderer. I am the murderer. I killed this man. I took his blood and now I am giving it to you and you will take. You will take it because I will not let you commit this tainted suicide that you have working so hard for. Now drink." In her stubborn pride she remained motionless, the vile still to her dried lips. "DRINK!" He roared. His cries echoed throughout the hollow air. Once again her eyes parted ever so slightly and she fell into his anger blazing eyes. Her lips parted. His eyes widened as he slowly tilted the vile. The metallic taste of the vile’s contents filled her mouth and began to race through her veins. Her body became rigid as the final drop of liquid slid down her throat. She let out gasps and her breathing became fast and shallow. He places the uncapped vile on the moist floor and brought his love closer. His breath warmed her neck and her fingers found their place in his sleek hair. Her eyes were wide and her mind was clear. She knew that he would always be with her. She knew that despite his brutality towards the living he was capable of caring. And that he would never allow anything to harm her. He gave her, her life, through others deaths. And she would never let his gift slip away or break. |
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creative| 01:25am 29/07/2003 | |||
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| 04:09pm 28/07/2003 | ||||
Oh well. So I'm a nerd and I'm a girl. Deal with it. My excitement is making me happy. So there. ::punches you:: Bah, I wake up to late! I have been wanting to go down to the rail road tracks to take pictures but when I wake up it's always dark out and getting ready to rain. Which is ok because I love rain, but I am dying to take these pictures. I think that they will come out nice. <3 Welp, that's all. Later. |
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dorky| Greetings and Salutations! | ||||
| 04:45pm 22/07/2003 | ||||
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| 12:00am 21/07/2003 | |||
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Greetings and Salutations. The night is beatiful. And far off upon a star, past all of the planets, rests my soul. I am mentally drained. I have never felt like this before and I do not care to. Everthing I look at seems to have a mind of its own. It feels like my stomach is not in my body. Hollow. It feels like if I were to push on my belly the skin would keep going until it touched my spine. I just took a shower so I am clean, though I am feel so dirty. I have been betrayed by my thoughts. No. Not betrayed. I have given in to them. There is no denying that I agree with what I am thinking. I should feel really bad about it, but I do not. Thoughts are tricky. The most amazing ones come around when you least expect them. There is a journal that I keep. A Live Journal that no one knows about, and I plan to abolish it. And soon. The addiction that I have for journals has become to much. I am getting rid of as many as I can part with. That Live Journal is the first to go, simply because it hurts to think about it - if that seems possible. The things written in it are to honest to keep open. So farewell to it. Sentimental is not a state that I enjoy being in but I appear to be trapped here. I need an escape. |
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| Words of Wisdom. | ||||
| 07:29pm 14/07/2003 | ||||
Ah trust! A word that fools and taunts humans all of their lives! What they must learn is that trust does not exsist. Devotion. That is what they should be focusing on. |
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| 12:36am 07/07/2003 | |||
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Location: Big Lots - sleep wear Delia and I are ambleing along looking for photo albums in the sleep wear section. I spot a pair of slippers with a little phrase on them that struck me as funny. "Oh look," I say, pointing at the slippers, " 'I love my Mom' " Deila makes a face. "I don't!" She says, and gives the slippers a swift kick. |
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| : / You still comming? | ||||
| 04:03pm 03/07/2003 | ||||
Time for stalker mode. |
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anxious| Looking at a thing in a bag | |||
| 01:27am 02/07/2003 | |||
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:) Things couldn't have worked out better. Hoot. I can't wait until tomorrow. Wee! Thursday shall be a great day as well. Martha! I miss her so much, I can't wait to see her. When I scratch my lips it makes the same sound as if I were scratching paper. I don't think that could be healthy...Oh well. Kelly, you made me feel very good today. With the whole worse fear thing. Yeah. Thanks... I'm going to make something now. Holy shit, It's gonna fucking rock. Now I want to hurry up and finish it even though I haven't started yet. Later! |
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