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this is my first post from my psp! Woooo!!!
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| Can I be more Anti-Case? |
[06 Apr 2006|09:28pm] |
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Cotton by The Mountain Goats (you need to hear it) |
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Well, all I have to say is that shit is fucking crazy. Even if you are not in the loop of things, you can be standing 50 feet from the loop and still know what the fuck is up. Just put your ear on the ground and you will hear it. The only good thing in my direct future is the Sounds concert. I would type an long series of letters that would express excitement, but that would be breaking the rules of being Anti-Chase. I'm trying to stay pretty detached from myself at this moment. It seems better than running through the same thoughts over and over again. Going through them a few times is ok, a million times is dangerous. Plus I'm going to have some free time on my hands, and some silence around these walls of mine. I'm not sure how to feel about either of those things, but, what can you do? I'll tell you. You can be fucking Anti-Chase. So there.
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| Man I hate my brain. |
[21 Mar 2006|09:27pm] |
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I had some good things to write on here for the first time in a billion years. But my brain lost them inside my head. I hate it when that happens. Good thing I only know like 3 people on here. Oh well.
Chase Chase Chase
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| I miss my baby. |
[06 Dec 2005|01:37am] |
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She's still gone, and it's still raining. I hate everything.
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| Another creative post, to once again be ignored. |
[05 Dec 2005|06:03pm] |
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So, only a fine few people have read this. Due to the fact that it has been stolen by someone once before a long long time ago, but fuck it. I read it today and wanted to share it by choice. ENJOY!
Begin
Purple light lit the dark corner of isolation that was present in the depths of his brain. Edgar, his conscience, stepped into the corner. He wore a black suit and held a purple flower, a tulip.
"Good evening." He spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
"You know, friend. Visiting. Not much else, how are you today?"
"I've seen better."
Edgar laughed. Smiled. "You're still hiding from yourself aren't you?"
He slouched his head down and tucked it between his two knees sheepishly.
"I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" Asked the dark headed man in the purple light. "It is not my intention to frighten you... dear."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
He sank even further down into himself, teary eyed, he raised his head and gazed at his small bedroom.
"You're so closed and scared that no one can ever touch you. Please be free inside... I'm stuck in here, you know."
Edgar sat down on the floor of the purple-lit corner in the shelter of the purple tulip. He lowered it, covering his lips, and blew... the tulip crumbled and fell apart as if it had quietly decayed. "How do you feel?"
"Alone." He cried quietly.
Edgar removed his black jacket in the purple light with his white hands, and propped it behind his shiny black hair, and looked with his cool blue eyes at the crumpled purple confetti on the solid white floor.
"But, you will always have me."
END
Well, there you have it. I'm still thinking of making it into a short film. But, self-doubt always wins... you know how that is.
I'm out...
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| I survived the first night alone. |
[04 Dec 2005|11:02am] |
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It almost looks like the sun will come up... I hope so. I wish the fucking banks were open on sunday. I've got a 500 dollar check, and I need to spend some of it. It's christmas shopping time for lysandra.
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| AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH |
[03 Dec 2005|02:20pm] |
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She leaves for Canada. And two hours later, it's raining. Everything is grey. I want my eraser-head back.
Blah, bleh, and all those sounds.
Chase
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| That poem I was gonna put up here. |
[02 Dec 2005|06:24pm] |
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Well, I'll put more than one. What the fuck, why not.
Untitled
You think you have everything
You think you've seen it all
Didn't anyone ever tell you
Pride go-eth before the fall
Wood
There never could
Be a poem about wood
Because you see
It's the death of a tree
But poetry can death make
I believe so
The last breath you take
You probably take slow
Lost
Fourteen windmills spinning,
All screaming my sanity,
Wanted to touch you,
I think the flies are hungry,
Eating at my heart,
Will they ever be full,
Seeing your hand slip,
Finding you is like,
Drinking a half-empty glass of wine,
Without tipping the cup,
Wanted to kiss you,
I think the lovers are hungry,
Eating at my wounds,
I think they want seconds,
Wanted to lose you,
Maybe I've been lost,
I think I'm full.
Ok, that's it.
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| Since I'm board, like wood. |
[02 Dec 2005|06:16pm] |
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Well, Since I'm told I never put anything one this this will be a post and poetry night... YAY!!!! Lysandra is leaving tomorrow, and that really sucks. I know she's going to have though and that makes it ok. I think I've finaly found a job, it feels like forever since I've had one. I'm just hoping that is is as good as it seems. It's at Rooms To Go and it's as an office assistant. It's not really an assistant job though. I don't help anyone. I just do all the behind the scenes paperwork for the place. The woman who intervied me said that it was a real laid back job. My final interview is on Monday at 2:30 so everybody needs to be sending some of that high quality luck. I feel like I have met my post quota for like the next five years, so... time for some poetry. woooo hoooo!
Chase
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| I hate this so-called waiting for nothing. |
[06 Nov 2005|01:52am] |
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I feel really stupid right now. I can't be sure if I should be right now. I just wish I didn't have to be this on edge. And I hate just sitting at my fucking house, just because there are people over, who'm I have no desire to hang out with( no offense, I'm just in that kind of mood) who wern't even invited by me... Ugh, I just fucking hate worring like this. FUCK!
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| My own personal jet plane (old) |
[03 Nov 2005|05:55pm] |
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I dug up my notebook, and dialed your phone,
I was greeted again by that same faded tone,
No one was there, or maybe you were,
The moaning's too loud, you might not have heard,
So I put down the phone, and pick up my cape,
And run full speed down the fire escape,
I jumped off the ladder, and into the street,
To be flown away on my cold shaking feet,
I flew past the bus stop, where we hid from the rain,
Where we started off friends, and ended the same,
I passed by your doorstep, and then right on by,
And as I was flying I started to cry,
But while I was flying and crying for you,
The bus couldn't slow there was nothing to do,
And as the bus hit me, it was then when I knew,
That my life was now wasted by flying and you.
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| The real post. |
[30 Oct 2005|06:30pm] |
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This is the first post from the one and only Chase. If you don't know me, you should. If you do, thats great! This is the worst post EVER!!!
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| i have no clue |
[30 Oct 2005|06:24pm] |
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This is my first entry so it doesn't matter...
I'm just writing this as proof that I am going to try to actually post in this account.
Too bad my first entry isn't much of a "real" entry but they'll be time for that later...
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