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Two Headed Boy, She Is All You Could Need
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[25 Jun 2005|01:03pm] |
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you know the deal. show. my house. 6:30. 39 melrose place, montclair.
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[24 Jun 2005|11:57am] |
EVERYONE READ THIS
THE SHOW TOMMOROW
IS AT MY HOUSE
AT 630
39 MELROSE PLACE
NOT 27 STANFORD PLACE, YOU WILL FEEL DUMB IF YOU GO THERE.
please come, it will be mad fun.
bands:
this opening metal band who i forget their name
the electric spank
the electrician
lip service
and more to be announced...
pictures!
( Read more... )
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[14 Jun 2005|09:59pm] |
i lose.
errricaaaa: I miss you on a lj
InPain orEcstasy: sorry
InPain orEcstasy: i might post again on peeonthomyorke
InPain orEcstasy: as an add for the show
errricaaaa: you should
errricaaaa: it would make a lot of people happy
SICK SHOW EVERYONE NEEDS TO ATTEND TO!!!!!!!
THE ELECTRIC SPANK
REMEMBER VAN GOGH
THE ELECTRICIAN
THEODORE GRIMM
MAYBE:
BLACK JUJU
THE LIP SERVICE
THE WHITE FEATHER HEIGHT FEAR (FROM RHODE ISLAND)
I'LL SEE YOU THERE
edit:oops
SATURDAY THE 25TH OF JUNE
27 STANFORD PLACE
700 PM (i think)!
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[08 Jun 2005|09:18pm] |
alright, sorry for all the lame posts. but this is the last post im going to make on this username.
i have a new one.
i'm not telling you what it is.
if you ask me online, i might tell you. maybe. but even if your my closest friend, dont be upset if i dont tell you. i'm going for a kind of weird friends list of like 10 friends or so. and all of them are going to have to kind of fit in the same catagorie. i already have 3 friends!
however, i'm not DELETING this one, because i want to look back on it and see how i was. too many memories.
sooooooo
to anyone that reads this
and doesnt talk to me online
or in person
and who i'm not going to add
goodbye.
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[08 Jun 2005|08:31pm] |
OK, i'm going to try this.
This is friends only from now on. If that doesn't chage anything in 2 weeks, i'm going to delete both my lj and myspace. If i do that i'm going to concentrate on trying to get good at art, and i'm going to work harder on my music.
and i'll write lots of people letters. if you want letters, i guess you should leave me your adress here. don't really be expecting anything though.
but yeah.
friends only?
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[07 Jun 2005|10:32pm] |
It's sad that things come to an end
Or that maybe i just can never be satisfied.
i am so stoked for when matt/i are seniors. we are going to have the best celebrations skit.
i wish no one was sad ever. i wish i would show my saddness more in person than on this fucking livejournal.
i am a hypocrite.
would anyone actually care if i quit livejournal/myspace for good?
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[06 Jun 2005|10:28pm] |
Alright i'm going to bed so if i didnt do your little thing check back tommorow night and i probably will have.
goodnight!
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[06 Jun 2005|10:13pm] |
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg!!!
this summer better be fucking incredible.
I want to be so happy i cry
I want to be so sad at some points that i cry
I want to love so much i cry
I want to be loved so much i make someone cry
I want to spend forever with my friends and never let them leave.
I want my cd to be done, and for people to like it, and to hear it at least once being like, blasted from someones car when im not in the car. or even when im in the car its ok.
i want the electric spank to play more shows next year. i want to start the next smog cd next year.
i think ahead too much.
i love you! <3
im mad at finals for existing ever.
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[06 Jun 2005|06:21pm] |
dang, now i gotta
01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.
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[06 Jun 2005|06:20pm] |
I LOVE HAL HE IS NOT DEAD (on lj).
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:(
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[05 Jun 2005|10:17pm] |
SMOG (Starting Mass Organism Genocide), which is just me playing music
got a myspace.
add me pleeeeeeeeeeease!
i'm thinking about changing the name.
maybe back to
Yeah!!!! TV!!
but i dunno, maybe i'll just stick with smog and get rid of what it stands for.
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[05 Jun 2005|04:31pm] |
p.s., does anyone know how to load songs onto myspace?
i got to the menu, but the song i want to load isnt in mp3 format. help!
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[05 Jun 2005|04:26pm] |
i refuse
to believe that i'm staying inside all day today
and
to believe that i am going to all of my classes.
i'm going to have.
and i want to leave my house.
i hate being home.
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[05 Jun 2005|04:22pm] |
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I FUCKING HATE SUNDAY SO MUCH. shit.
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[05 Jun 2005|03:30pm] |
i really hate trying to record this fucking cd. trying to write those songs on the spot is kind of hard and annoying. because i did it once doesn't mean i can do it again.
i'm doing it in my basement, and the area that im doing it in is so crowded and annoying to try to move around in. and i don't have all the equipment i really need. all i have is
one keyboard
one drum machine
one bass effects pedal
one shitty guitar
someone really needs to help me out and lend me some of their shit. i really want
a guitar distortion pedal/effects pedal
and
a time when no one is home and i can actaully scream into the mic, not just sing, being too scared someone upstairs will hear me.
fuck, it's so frusterating.
EDIT: i need to write more, i'm so annoyed.
It's just such a weird type of music, with no structure, and rrrrrg.
MOTHER FUCKER
i dunno, i can't really explain it at all. anyone out there record by themselves and know how i feel?
i'm giong to make a myspacebyenow.
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[05 Jun 2005|01:53pm] |
So i got my ticket for sleater-kinney.
Its going to rock mad hard. Everyone should go. The 23rd.
Sorry Charlotte, I forgot to get you one.
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[05 Jun 2005|03:25am] |
I wanted to do this for a while. and since it's 330 am and no one is going to read this, this is prime time for poetry and this--write the words that come to your head.
Water was flowing from her head. Her hands were the faucet, and you were stuck under the bathtub. like a tiger in a jungle, i will fuck my way out of here. i will fuck my way out of her. she will see me for who i am. she will know me for what i am. she will be the desert. i will walk all over her and i will feel nothing but empty. he will come to me in a dream, like the numbers that add up in my head. you keep dividing and dividing and i'm left with earth, or whatsoever i choose to make of it. just empty. an empty earth.
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[05 Jun 2005|03:22am] |
Breath me out and lock the door
Forget I ever was
King
Slut
Hold me under water
Baptise me in your words
Beautiful fucking king
I am fucking the beautiful king
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