Month: November 2007

  • taking a break.... from xanga. This is my last update for a while so ill keep it short. 11 more school days left, Thanksgiving was great got to spend time with the family eat turkey and stuffing and all that good stuff. I'm going to get real busy soon mostly school. And then like a week after schools out I'm going to Fly to Mexico to go visit my grandparents who are having a golden anniversary and are having a wedding over there won't be back till early January.  Alright so just send me an IM I'll get it whenever I get a chance, providing you have Aim 6. later. 

                                                                 --Erik

  • Do you think people are inherently good or bad?

    People are inherently bad and not because of that whole original sin concept, It's just a survival mechanism... kill or be killed, well more or less nowadays.

       

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  •      Bored so I'm writing in here not much has been up lately just a lot of school. Thanksgivings coming up I'm glad they gave us it off, we usually don't get a lot of holidays off. I've seen some kids that I knew from high school at Wright, man I'm glad I don't have classes with most of them. Haha this one dude that was pussy whipped by this chick back in high school is going out with some lame ass a7x fan girl lmao. Blah man music has been lame lately a lot of bands out there sound the same.I do have respect for some of the bands that have a distinct sound and well written meaningful lyrics. I've been wanting to get back into music for a while now just been busy, I might take a guitar class at school next semester to brush up on some shit.

  •                   Schools ok the semester is almost over, December 13th man, and then I have to sign up for next semester soon. I need to start looking for a job so I can pay for some stuff. I've been talking to a lot of people and most of them seem to hate their job, its expected right? shit oh well have to make that money.

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    a Stream of blood...
    as night embraces the sky
    a restless body..a clouded mind
    A walk is an  invasion
    memories fell from the sky
    closed eyes sealed lips
    murderous scent of the flesh
    aching pain
    inviting flesh
    a kick of the chair
    release of the crows
    a night without this
    a question of happiness
    manifestation of the mind
    tangible yet only in dreams
    arms stretched out where death lay
    a grave without an epitaph
    embrace with lack of substance
    an abstract
    screaming mute
    blind artist
    creation without hands
    sculpting a reality that would never be
    The elegy of a queen that never lived
    The paradox of fools
    Betrayal of the noblest kind
    consumes the wretched soul
    a life of its very own
    inanimate love
    postponed a murder
    Attenuated bodies speak poetry
    thoughts yield lacerations of vocal chords
    a cold small box contains the clock
    wound in the earth
    time is still

  • The next few entries will not make sense for shit..well probably only to me.

    A Story and The Lie of The World

    I woke up ..and I realized that today was a day.
    impatience destroys my resolve
    Abandoned hope is reason in itself
    Mask the self and become a faceless jester
    reality is something thought of but never sought
    like mannequins lined up for the kill
    set fire to the closed room
    watch the man drown in his well
    Marionettes pull away from strings
    the hand that guides lays paralyzed.
    A whisper in the dark
    the comfort of the manacles
    defile the thoughts of the lifeless bodies
    who gave them light
    they didn't seek
    claustrophobic wooden dolls
    A light in the attic
    the absence of the endless days
    the rope that hugs its counterpart
    tugs and laughs
    a friend
    a thought never relayed
    the elusive one walks back and forth
    the struggle of a godless man
    Temptation lies as close as the lie
    A Gaze from a window
    the grip of a hand
    A door that turned but never opened
    lowering of the hand
    the death of the maskless
    birth of the faceless
    A Dark silhouette's
    dismemberment of beauty
    The hands of martyrs
    the lips of daughters
    The smiles of puppets
    Frowning in mirrors
    The guillotine anxious for it's prey
    Prized possession
    in hands of strangers
    The lifeless doll
    falls to the ground
    Today is a day
    A story
    and a lie of the world.