tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45986514475053937732011-04-21T20:03:49.851-05:00Before you make any rash decisions, just ask yourself... "Am I Happy?" If you are, good. If Not, I ask you to reevaluate yourself, why you are unhappy and lets get to the bottom of this. We all deserve liberty and happiness.Zeldanoreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598651447505393773.post-1430216801454343232008-12-20T05:50:00.004-06:002008-12-20T06:06:25.801-06:00

Today I rode in a vehicle down to Austin from Norman in a little 4-kicker with two bikes strapped to the back with a friend of mine. It was less than scenic, yet I cannot but help to mention a phenomenon I noticed while traveling the nation's main vein, I-35. About two hours North of Austin's first exit I began to notice, and so did my wonderful companion, that every vehicle was either an S.U.V,

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Laplace's Equation, Sigma, Pi, Rotation, Spheres of Sound are near, If only my mind were clear. I can see harmony, I can see infinity, Zero, a Function, of a fractalated, mind trapped in time. A fourth dimension, a fifth, a sixth, Newton saves me from Dissension. And soon my soul will not feel as sick. Atom shaped, Gyrating quakes, A single Key will sound, When this secret, it is found, I

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In China we have,French Fries,Walmart,Commie-Rice. In China we have,Sucky sucky,Five dolla,Takey takey,Capital-a (pigs). In China we want,Hell. In Hell they want,Ice Water. So in China we want,Ice Machine andDrinking Water, Movie Screens and,Field Soccer. Come to China,We Have.... EVERYTHING....including Starbucks.

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If I could persaude you to turn on your word, If I could make you less in love with her. If I had the charisma of the succubus, And you the moral's of Narcissus, Turn your head my way, See my eyes as they say, I Love You. Please stop this hurt. And it hurts you to see, The regret in both our hearts, I'll wait, be patient, for our new start. It may take years, or days (hopefully), But by the

Zeldanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598651447505393773.post-57967508514476240642008-11-30T04:13:00.003-06:002008-11-30T04:21:22.607-06:00

Everybody is looking for niche to belong to. The hierarchic tendencies of man can never be passed without notice in any given situation. The way to succeed is to show up for one, if you aren't there to make presence physically in the first place, what good are you? Never telling anybody to do anything is another key factor in all of this. To avoid hierarchic positions entirely, never let

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 FUCK OFF NOSEY! this isn't your shit, so get out of it. February 2008 February 6, 2008 My G-Dec Fender Amplifier and Telecaster Fender Deluxe Series Mexican Guitar were stolen and the guitar was sold to the pawn shop for $175, the amp was pawned for $50. To Eds Pawn on Main Street. We just found them today at the Pawn shop. The perpetrator was just who I thought it would be. Logan Rowe. He has

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So.... Walking around my room, talking to myself, playing out scenario's to the mirror (currently my most attentive audience), trying to avoid eye contact with myself, building up anger, resentment and general anxiety. Why do I do this to myself? Do other people? Fuck me. I can't even focus on this.

Zeldanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598651447505393773.post-63627937569517686592008-11-21T12:33:00.004-06:002008-11-21T12:43:24.016-06:00

Painted the town white for the night. Not a bad choice I don't think, easily visible, but sure did it get EVERYWHERE, hand, jacket, bag..... I am not absolutely sure as to what I wrote on thoughs large stone canvas's, but I sure as hell hope they weren't entirely too ridiculous. The reason I set forth on this escapde last night was because of two antagonizers, 1) I am tired of looking at tags

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Sitting down about to eat, looking at them bow their heads, "It's time to pray to god" they said, "In order to be heaven worthy." Stare around, and feel so odd, for not believing in their silly god. "Pray now and worship" No, fuck your bullshit. Next they want me to go to church, Then they want me to give 10%. They want to go the lurch They want me to give up my common sense. They want me

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Look at it, a couple sitting in public, an inch from the others face, gazing intently and lovingly into the other's eyes. There is nothing wrong with it. Nothing at all. Isn't it GOOD to see people enjoying each other and life in general? Still, I find those who find such public displays of affection absolutely appalling, what is wrong with them? And furthermore, what is wrong with the lovers

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Trying to understand why I am here. Staring blankly at the wall before me. Listening to aged, jaded men talk about their love of Ford Trucks. People are so bland when they drink. Why they even bother in the first place to try to attempt some sort of intelligent thought is entirely beyond me. The girls are all spinning around hiding their imperfections behind masks of happiness and giving thanks

Zeldanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598651447505393773.post-36295254977296223852008-11-20T01:02:00.000-06:002008-11-20T01:03:43.299-06:00

 FUCK OFF NOSEY! This Isn't Your Shit So Get Out Of It. October, 2008 October 3, 2008 Well I finally have the pc back. Atlas and I are not together currently, this will change by the end of the month. If he does indeed decide to go to Cali for the international Rainbow Gathering this year. I can't fucking wait, I am so fucking excited to go home. I hope everything ends up being okay in the end

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 FUCK OFF NOSEY! this isn't your shit, so get out of it. July, 2008 July 8, 2008 I tripped really hard on the 4th. I blacked out. I thought my cats were fleas. I peed on Atlas and didn't know about it for 4 hours. I seriously considered killing myself. I learned a lot, and I feel better for it. I am going to stop shooting up completely. I have no reason for it. I am not really that addicted. I

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