tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38297902008-05-05T23:24:55.441-04:00calculators named fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-64129863864644871662008-05-05T23:05:00.002-04:002008-05-05T23:24:55.681-04:00I keep saying it but I'm running on E. I have a brick in my seat, had it all day with no time to spare. I wanted something to hand out but the slips shrunk to the point where they wouldn't cut. Pain aint got nuttin to do wit it. I'm not crying about good byes because I'm not leaving. I still have shit up my ass. I have more award ceremonies to worry about. I have to deliver undeliverable craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-57386984725330082032007-11-19T17:46:00.000-05:002007-11-19T18:21:28.577-05:00wah I'm drowning in my own blood. Drive is lost from my mind and all that remains right now is my hope that still seems to move me even though the light is on. I just need someone to let me relase this emotion but now I feel the most ugly as I ever have felt. My confidence is gone as well. I have rejected myself. I had a nice girl as me out. I decided I give her a chance even though I craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-69460228063397894742007-10-28T15:12:00.000-04:002007-10-28T15:15:22.436-04:00Dragging on and on...wasting time and money and life because my life is my time and time is money if you turn it into the money that is possible to make. Why do I stay in my room all day doing nothing? Probably because I don't feel like it. so easy to do nothing. where is my motivation? I don't know probably from sex. Will I get any if I do anything today. Probably not...so why am I doing craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-52085828000547479792007-03-07T00:42:00.000-05:002007-03-07T01:17:59.216-05:00sorry about the light but let bring something to your mind. many travels have giving me some reasons to ask why do people use these drugs to impede themselves. now i believe that i wrote something on this long ago. now lets take it out of the box. I propose that it is all nostalgia from your childhood. this is if we talk of alcohol. other drugs are another story and personally i dont have much craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-36825543030420111592007-02-19T03:32:00.000-05:002007-02-19T03:49:56.844-05:00ex hasted with doing much of a lot of pretty much nothing hast fully. I notice there is a sort of glaze that covers someone who is tired and sick at the same time. It might just be my sickness. Sickness gives me a nice perspective to look from. My head doesn't hurt at all. It is only my nose and ears that are clogged with something that impedes them. i noticed i was typing correctly for a craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1152480717980276772006-07-09T17:22:00.000-04:002006-07-09T17:31:57.993-04:00I know every child did this when you were young. You got so angry at your friends that you told them or told your own self that you were never going to be their friend anymore. Such is life. Everyone does that. The next morning you go over to their house and ask them if they can come out to play. You are never separated for more than a day. But now your older and more stubborn. Now you can lastcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1152240868229481812006-07-06T22:39:00.000-04:002006-07-06T22:54:28.240-04:00Looking for action as in active living life looking for fun. Sexuality is life but passive till night. I know the wants and needs of my own but is that true to my hearts tone. None that I can recall for mainly everything is all. I am staying active mind and body but not with any hottie. The rhyming is just coming so don't be thinking something. Anything gay even though that's the way. Let it go. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1146536643931525712006-05-01T22:08:00.000-04:002006-05-01T22:24:03.953-04:00I feel like I just killed my own baby. I taught her a lesson and myself. You are the nicest person ever. grow a backbone drop me. If someone lied to me flat out and hurt me so, I would just drop them. Why do I have to do that for you? Hopefully you learned a lesson from that. Nothing is your fault believe it or not. That was quite awkward, to tell you that you should drop me. Why am I craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1130211259091625912005-10-24T23:24:00.000-04:002005-10-24T23:34:32.303-04:00Ive ended. this had ended. everything has ended. i need hope again. come back. finish all. get relieved. finish all. i know what i want. i know what i need to do. at least i know that. technology is working. i am moble. i have everything at my fingertips. i have resources. i have my bibleoteca. yes. that is life. living life is life is life. lazy...boring. done. awwe done.
your fogarcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1128897857462106592005-10-09T18:31:00.000-04:002005-10-09T18:44:17.466-04:00antisocial. well. there goes one idea. i need to get involved in one area. all i have is nothing all i have is every alli have is one thing all i have i nothing all i have is never. all i am is a man here in on place, standing alone. with noone. i wish. dont we all. why why is it hard to do and act on one thing, be one thing, do do do do, its done one more thing to do with you is live my life craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1126902806273171702005-09-16T16:29:00.000-04:002005-09-16T16:33:26.273-04:00terrential down pour. am i that good? do i need this attention. i have so much ceation to give but now i dont wish for organization please give me credit. myself is the only one to give to you to see this through. dont be selfish and think of yourself as being you. i bet you think this rant is about you. maybe but is mostly about me and my arrguments between myself. i got potential. somebody toldcraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1126902535030881682005-09-16T16:13:00.000-04:002005-09-16T16:28:55.036-04:00i need one more life to breathe upon my chest. that is what everyone wihes for ./ i just dont understand. what do i want? what can i have? do i want the best of it? can i have it all? i wish that was true for you. seriously that was actually me. please tell me what i want from you. give me it. i just dont know what to do. i have everthing. everthing but. but butbutbutbutbut. but you know. if i craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1102700618054040772004-12-10T13:22:00.000-05:002004-12-10T12:43:38.053-05:00im tired yet i slept ten hours of my life away. i finally found some sleep and now i must return. im comeing home mom. from my sleepless worlf unknow to you and my father; the whole world to put it better. english is interesting now. i am learning how to actually use mature forms of punctuation. its interesting to find out all tese uses of punctuation have a true purpose even though they are craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1101313974878589902004-11-24T10:58:00.000-05:002004-11-24T11:32:54.876-05:00i had a dream. i usually dont have dreams so i like to listen to them. i dont remember the order of the dream but i did have two different ones. one was of anarchy. apparently george bush declaired war of his own people. there were no rebels. just really scared people. it started with me waking up to gunshots. i thought they were gun shots then i was like no those are fireworks. but then i craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1100282630476313012004-11-12T13:49:00.000-05:002004-11-12T13:07:51.506-05:00im looking at two faces. Wondering who is who. what is what. and what to do. i dont know i know what i wish. so why dont i do what i want to do? well i will. i want only one life for me than two stupid using of beautiful lives. it is pointless. but you understand if you read between my lines that i wrote. i understand that life is and is not that complicated as people make it out to be. most craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1074655347922987612004-01-20T22:16:00.000-05:002004-01-20T22:24:26.670-05:00you know what to say thats right. you know what to say thats wrong. you know what to say that isnt right but keeps you moving on. your life reveals your love. the reason we all run. emotion that is too far above, what the thrill that is close to none.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1073959451320855322004-01-12T20:59:00.000-05:002004-01-12T21:05:59.653-05:00people like me. is it people like me who bring people to hate going places. is it people like me who bring people to do what they do or kick up frustration the way they do. people like me make the world corrupt. how can you stop crime altogether? stop having children you retards. craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1073787688873545422004-01-10T21:13:00.000-05:002004-01-10T21:23:14.356-05:00new reason to meet. more reason for me. i beat you today. but now you'll see. the loving for you. has made me circum. to the world we se. for i know your looks. and i know your life. that you have felt down. that you know now. i see new frowns. on my new face. the face i just made. in my happy place. the one you showed me. on my bed frame. the one you left me. hanging by lace. your own lace. has craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1073685980967244592004-01-09T17:02:00.000-05:002004-01-09T17:08:05.106-05:00im sorry i haven't been putting in too much insight into this site anymore. i dont use the computer much anymore. i miss the talking with people though. but there are things i dont miss. i called this my outlet but now i dont need it anymore. but im still going to add some insight in here. don't worry, im not leaving. thats what im saying.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1066339373073088792003-10-16T17:07:00.000-04:002003-10-16T17:23:18.186-04:00leaving you with problems unresolved. why is she looking out the window. im out of it. i kept changing my mind. i shouldnt be. im living in the world and its just there. i dont really look at it. i even forget my coat at work all the time. i just want to run out of that place. i feel like i dont get payed enough for my troubles yet i feel like im not trying. well theres always the world to escapecraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1064538967485581862003-09-25T21:09:00.000-04:002003-09-25T21:16:07.530-04:00longivity, form my sweaters. sweaters with love in every stich. sandwiches made with love. sandwiches bought with care. give me reason for hope, and reason to share. name a fairy tale, for i have to pick one. remember the stinky cheese man? he was a parody of the ginger bread man. im supposed to do a parody of one but i dont think i can.
craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1060563206227046972003-08-10T20:53:00.000-04:002003-08-10T20:54:00.870-04:00give me a reason to hurt. give me a reason to fly. im sweating my head off and i want to die. i presented today with some hellos and goodbyes. sent them off with there hamburgers and fries. woundering if the skinny ones and the fat ones cry. if a hangover gave the person one bloodshot eye. if the last person got their two banana cream pies. and why some how me and my busdriver have personal ties.craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1060210936997641202003-08-06T19:02:00.000-04:002003-08-06T19:02:16.840-04:00prometheous and bob. i miss them. they should have had a spin off. i hated the monkey though. well except when he got in prometheous' ship and drove around until he knocked prometheous out and broke the camera. wish you would come and dance with me. takeing my last breath away. like those songs people sang. with the words that had a course everyone remembered. i have music playing but they are craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1060130563814636472003-08-05T20:42:00.000-04:002003-08-05T20:42:43.680-04:00every morning its pouring pain. and every where i look nothing can be seen. where did i go? what did she mean? well now there is a question i keep going over. i cant forget it because i still have to ask it. where do you live? if you know her then why are you here? she lives far away. you come all the way from there to work here? donewith the your fogar stuff. i just decided. sorry im there and craig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829790.post-1059872775931567652003-08-02T21:06:00.000-04:002003-08-02T21:06:15.886-04:00hot and humid so it is. rainy i was told. yes it did but i didnt see that the rain was before thee. hey that wasnt bad. i have grape juice on my favorite shirt but i bet you dont care. i care because it is my favorite shirt. why you dont care you should know. you have no attachment to this shirt. you dont care if i wear it again. you might even wish i never wore it again. its a shirt who cares. icraig mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028835206442570159noreply@blogger.com