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[Jul. 19th, 2006|07:14 pm] |
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Okay so today i felt really blahh...i got into an argument with my mom about something really stupid that i did and then ive been bored all day i havent done anything fun yet..im in the mood to just turn on a video game and stay home all night..but what fun would that be? i also wouldnt mind getting really really drunk. but of course that wont happen..my dad pretty much fired me cuz i havent worked in 1 1/2 weeks and i pretty much have no money to do anything anymore :-( ugh today just sucksssssss |
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[Jul. 18th, 2006|03:04 pm] |
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So today starts up gay band again :-( me and tim are in for a long 4 months of shiiiiiiit |
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[Jun. 7th, 2006|07:17 pm] |
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The Letter
By: Matt Bauer
- “Where is she?,” A voice whispered out into the dark alleyway. A dark figure emerged from the ground on hands and knees.
- “I don’t know, I swear I don’t!,” the body’s voice screeched out. It grabbed its arm as if it where in pain.
- “There is no stopping me Jack, I’ll find her, there is no stopping me!,” the voice whispered into Jacks ear. Jack was a sloppy mess, his semi-long brown hair just reached the rims of his crooked glasses. His lip quivered and his hazel eyes began to tear. He wore a brown blazer jacket and had black dress pants on and of course dress shoes. The blazer had a scratch on the left elbow and blood was leaking out from it. His pants had dirt on them and his shoes were scuffed and now dirty from being on the floor.
- “No! Please, she doesn’t matter, please don’t do this!,” Jack yelled out still grabbing his arm now rocking back and forth.
- “You mean nothing so it is too late for your stories Jack! Goodbye,” The voice answered sneeringly with a snap in its tone. The figure went behind Jack and picked him up. Wrapping its hand around his mouth a muffled scream let out through the alleyway and into the dimly lit street. The gloved hand jerked Jacks neck back and brought up a cold silver blade.
-“Nooo!,” Jacks muffled screams echoed through the alley way, “please no”. The blade reached Jacks neck and glided across it as a high pitched screech filled the alley way. Blood shot out of Jack as he fell to his knees. He coughed out blood and it poured all over his tear soaked face. His wife’s face rushed through his head and then blurred away. He loved her but the next face was another woman. She wore a grim face with her blond hair rolled into a bun. Her blue eyes turned to black and then poured out tears of anger.
- “Sweet dreams Jack, she will join you soon do not worry,” The voice whispered into Jacks ear. Jack let out one last scream as he fell face first into the cement leaving him dead. His breathing slowly stopped as the figure ran away into the night.
- “Hey Johnny, it is time to wake up,” Anne yelled up to her son. He rose out of bed with a grim look on his face. He rubbed his bushy eye brows and blinked twice showing his green eyes. Johnny brushed his wavy brown hair back out of his face and rubbed his un hairy arms as he got out of bed. For a minute he stared at a photograph of his father and no expression grew on his face as he began to throw on blue diminished jeans from working on his car, and a plain red t-shirt that had a hole on the sleeve and on the waist. It was five years since the murder of his father Jack Dominigo took place.
- “Alright Anne, I’m up no need to yell,” Johnny yelled back down to her.
- “Ohh Johnny, can you not give me your attitude for one day?” Anne questioned him whipping him with the cloth towel leaving his arm red. “You would do good to treat your mother nicely,” She sneered back at him. Anne was a nasty woman with grayish black hair. She had dark blue eyes and a sense of decay on her face. She acted as an old hag and dressed in clothes that suited a 15 year old girl.
- “Yeah, yeah mom I’m going to go work on the car,” Johnny yelled back to her. Johnny always had car trouble, he fixed his car almost once a week making him a pretty good mechanic for a 19 year old.
As Johnny walked outside, he noticed cop cars were lined out in front of his house. He quickly closed the door and backed away from it.
- “Storm the house team omega and team glory!,” the lieutenant yelled out into the walkie talkie as his men filed in from the front and back of the house. He had a black waist cloak on and wore a huge golden ring on his thumb finger and his wedding band on his index finger. He had an old grim face and hey every old man has to have a few wrinkles. He had bags under his eyes that looked like he hasn’t slept in days. A muffled scream was heard through the house and 2 gunshots were fired,
- “Hold fire boys it was just the television,” one of the swat team members yelled out taking off his mask, “you might want to call the lieutenant in here”. As the lieutenant made his way up to the sergeant he noticed there was a rotting corpse on the couch with blood all over the living room floor.
- “Where is their son?” The lieutenant questioned to the sergeant.
- “This house is empty sir,” Another cop joined in handing a note to the lieutenant, “but this would explain a lot of things sir”.
The note reads:
Dear whomever,
You have stormed into the house that I grew up in, owned by a Mr.Jack Dominigo and find his loving wife Mrs. Anne Dominigo dead. But where is the killer? Well we will get to that soon. Firstly I will answer you this, Jack was a liar and a cheater and treated his wife as if she were nothing but dirt so he deserved the slice across his neck. Anne beat her son ever since he was five so she also deserved to have her body sliced up a bit to pay for the scars left all over her son in and out. You are now thinking is the son the killer? Good guess, well now to where the son is. Okay well if you look at the horizon and think really hard in a window he looks from high up to the ground at nothing but rats. Cheaters, liars, beaters, drinkers, and drug users. I Johnny Dominigo have killed my parents and ran, I know I will get far and by the time you catch me it will be too late because I will be long gone from the states. Now you look around thinking of where I could have gone. Well right now as you read this I pack my bags and get ready to leave my hidden location to go to a new country to start a new life and hopefully I wont come across scum like my parents again. Have fun United States police force and goodbye to you all.
Sincerely,
Johnny Dominigo
(P.s. I am the eagles eye that watches as you storm his nest and I am the earth worm that will sneak away without a trace, and move that body it smells)
-”Alright, clear out boys the search continues for a Johnny Dominigo make sure he doesn’t get on a plane,” The lieutenant ordered to the Sergeant. As the men cleared out the Lieutenant looked across the street into the top window of the house. A figure moved away from the window and made its way down stairway. The lieutenant stared for a second and shook his head as he walked out the doorway of the crime scene.
-”From across the street, this eagle gets quite a view, hahahahaha,” Johnny snickered as he picked up his passports and plane ticket. He stepped over the dead body and dropped a letter signed to “The Lieutenant”. He laughed and made his way out the back door, “SLAM”! |
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[Jun. 7th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
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The Lies You Spread
Verse 1
You… Think… You… (Know me)
(Well you just don’t think ahead)
Running alone stare ahead
(Fighting)
Judging us all
(You are too blame… We arent the same)
Chorus
Believe
Me when I say
You are to blame
(See me)
(For not who I am)
Verse 2
Well you don’t see this
(You just judge us all)
Rampage of assumption
(Fight no right your sight is near wrong)
Not right
Verse 3
See this
(For not who I am)
Run and charge
Dodge the blame
(Dumb struck)
You confuse us all
(You aint so smart)
No your not too bright
Closer
You… Think… You… (Know me)
Well you don’t know anything
Fill up the page
With lies all lies
And judge not
Myself or us
We are free
We are we
Not You |
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[Jun. 7th, 2006|07:11 pm] |
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Vine Oh Vine
The vine trickles down my spine
The feeling creeps inside my mind
The rubbing burns scars onto my eyes
The blindness I cannot erase
This vine rips apart my heart
This vine creeps in the dark
Vines tear out every limb
And leave only bones and severs of skin
Its burning movement
Spreads alluring
Feeling earth and tearing it down
Breaking people
Vine oh vine remind me
Is this the right time?
Vine oh vine don’t remind me
Tonight I wonder if you’re true
-Broken Mind |
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