I 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 last far more than a day. May be a week, a year, or even a lifetime. It takes a strong man or woman to go up to you so called not friend and talk over your problems. You might just ignore the whole thing as in the past when you were a kid. Either way, don't let a stupid little grudge get in the way of a beautiful friend ship. Who cares if you joked around one time, said something that you didn't mean and pissed off your friend. I sure hope you care, I know I do.

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craig

Looking 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. An old friend is sooo angry at me for stealing his "girl". The truth is that I didn't do any such thing. I only talked to the girl and friendship is what I bring. I don't want to get involved. Though I wish my singularity was solved. I have been asking girls out for fun but yet I have got none. I am trying to find someone looking for action. Active in life and friends. To do something with till the summer ends. Good girls are hard to come by. They say not on the face. They don't like the taste. That was a joke, laugh if you wish. The real ladies from college is what I miss.

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craig

I 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 talking for you? that is why I tried to get you to start things and make things happen. The truth was that I didn't care that much about it. I didn't care enough to take your feelings into the equation. Thats why I didn't want to constantly hurt your feelings. What I wanted to do was to get you to understand that you have every right should break it and take it. Apparently I don't want it enough to care. I care more about my toys than about you. I wanted to get you off the edge. You only pulled me off the edge to safety. Puns were intended as the real words. I didn't want you to get so attached to me that you would forgive me for everything. I knew you would forgive me for everything and anything I did. I was trying to open your mind to understand that your beautiful. you did nothing wrong. I got everything i needed from you but then I started to misstreat you. I didn't want anymore of that to happen. I especially didn't want to make you cry. At least not that much. I still don't believe I did what I did to you. I wasn't mad at you. I was just mad that you didn't put me in my place.

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craig

Ive 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.
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antisocial. 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 again. i wish i had a reason give it to me. all i have is myself to keep everything together . im bearly here. the words escape me. your too late. im drowning in dimention. complicated.just takeing every thing away from me its taken away now. tink tink tittle tinktink.tittle silence. makes me crazy. let me tidle coming from me i need you so bad. i need a startup. i need to be selfish and i am full of myself. crazy. unpon let me. ripped right through me. pickup . so bad. now its present. im positive. about nothing nothing. no of the thing of an object. selfish and full of my self are the worst things to say to a person. they hurt like a stone in a stomache. for hours. your full of your self. dammit. janet. now and never. its one thing thati need to say . just leave and let it be. why do friends leave for better things. oh we must stay friends. i know how it feels to have someone say that. and i know how it feels to say that...i dont know anything. sure.. i guess. you could say that. that is apossibility if you want to say such a thing.its a possibility. i dont wanna know i dont know what iwanna know . i dont care whatt that is your smelling in the air i dont carei dont care i dont care. because i need to get involved in one area. tanks for quitting on me.

terrential 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 told me. thats a good idea

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i 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 take what i dont have then i lose everything. if i say what you want me to say then i lose everything. but at lease i have you. i lose a good month and lifetime of friendship. so tell me what to do. that is what i want. i wish i couldnt connect myself with people. now i dont have what i want. now i feel what i could have had. do you know how it feel to have something as great as immortality in your hands? then find only a day later that was fake. you know how that feels. do you know how it feels to have a void filled in your body. to be the happiest youve ever felt ever. so complete so relieved. it just takes one. one.one.one.one.one..........

now i feel. my numbness is gone. ive awaken to find everything to be. i wounder where i am. one friend of time. ten of kindness. one of truth. ten of lust. one that i see everyday. when i see myself i see some one. only one never more than fun of fun full nights. then i see someone comfortable with themself. and i wish i had that. that stuff i see in me someone wishes for me. is this true. do you want me? how when and where? why do i have to make everyone happy. why can i be a dirty man. corner rider. seat filler. leaf killer.

one more thing to tell myself give one chance to recover. nope no i can see feel me now. why do you and me. i cant breathe. breathing is so hard for me these days. take one step back. look at yourself. lying dying crying that sounded cool when i said it but hey. its nothing big.

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im 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 unneccissary. everything is unneccissary. extra letts and punctuation. capityalization. spelling isnot too important if you can catch the meaning in the sentance by it. grammer and usage isnt as important because after a while they say the rules cange and all those meanings chang and letters are lost and people forget rules. i believe it is interesting. people can change things and yet people can create. where do people get the authority to tell others what is right and what is wrong. i understand-france has its own part of government that creates new words and rules to keep the french language original and prevent it from beccoming "tainted" with english/western words.i dont know. im not an english major. its still hard to pick up a book. somebooks you just pick up like everyone always says. words that people always say have so much meaning that people dont realize it. parents tell their children that they will not wish to have grown up; that they will wish to be young again at some point in their life. the children dont listen and they always think that they cant wait to be older. things develope and change, exept our space program. and that stain on my shirt, and that pain in my chest that is alway there from when i was shot. only 3 months of intense physical therapy. question. what is the meaning of life to you? does it mean a family. does it mean sex. does it mean existance. does it mean another chance. does it mean sucess. does it mean a chance to change the world. or does it mean living. my words mean nothing if you cant read. if you can and you can comprehend my subjective correctness. then you have more knowledge then you have had before.

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i 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 looked out my window and i saw an explosion out near a house with a field next to it. this was not the house im living in now. i can tell you that. there was a large desolite land with weeds. then a string of houses along the left side if i look out the back side of the house. smoke is all i saw for i didnt first go to the window when i heard the gun shots. the next thing i remember is that my parents came rushing home and grabbed me and some of our things. then we hopped into the car and drove off. all i truely remember is the fear in me. living in a war zone with an unstable government that is actually against us. but i also remeber that i knew everything would be fine because the people would prevail and then we would have the government restart when clinton finished his term. this was because george w (sorry i forgot that the first time) bush was planting and passing laws that actuallyt gave him so much power that no other part of government could stop him. if we went back to the government programs clinton left us with then we would be back on track. but take a guess where we were going. yea..canada. the place apparently everyone is going if the draft is reenstated. Then my father woke me up when he came downstairs for work.

the second dream was after i was awoken. this was broken up in peices and bizarre. it started with me my father and i dont know if my sister was there but we were looking at a screen. this screen monitored some land close by. possiblyour back yard. this was in my room i believe. anyway. the screen showed one of those automatic robotic mowers. it was mowing and thensome how it gets very vague. the ground breaks up a little in a little spot reveiling a huge cavelike area underneath. this wasnt rocky though. it had green grass and weeds just like the top layer.then we heard a scream or moan from inside. then we grabbed one of my fathers fishing poles because now it believe it turned out this was all special fishing monitoring equipment. so we put a fishing pole with a camera on it down the hole to see if we could see the girl but we couldnt. so i put the pole back and my father and sister went to call the police and find the girl. i stood on top of the trash can with a book on the top of it. then when i left my room i tried to close the door. but it wouldnt close because it was a very old door and the part the doorhandle sort of latched with was worn off. it was replaced with tape and paper the wouldnt let it close. i also saw two signs one with a person with a hawaiian-like straw hat that seemed excited. and then another was anot from my parents telling me that they didnt want me to go to europe. then memories of how they didnt want me to go fearing that they would have to take out a loan. but i instead payed for it myself. i also remember watching out the front window of the house ( i remember seeing a white compact boxlike thing it was either a car or the robic mower) i saw my sister's friends car with was a blue elantra with white pin stripes on it, it seemed like an older year. then i saw my sister try to get out of the front yard with my dad's car with him. there was a party at my neighbors house. they had cars all lined up around the front of the house in a hourshoe like form. they were all nice big suvs. there was a special edition customized suv for the red sox and them winning the world series. any ways, my sister hit many cars while trying to get out. they were only tapes but the owners came out my neighbors house which was a part of ours (a dueplex). they came out kind of angry but the let my sister and dad leave even though they didnt stop. then i woke up in a gradual way. to find the fears still in me but realizing that there is no chaos in the country. only that i had a weird messed up confusing dream.

im 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 people are stupid. i believe everyone is, besides one. me and me only. that is what idealism does to you. it turns you into a god. a sun god of all that is and is not. you can tell yourself what you want to hear. but then back to reality and the realization of realism that comes with opening your eyes. you can see life in the mist of all the troubles you face and then you see why i tremble. i need life to eat me up and bring my heart up and to live and see and feel and realize that i have a life too. i can feel pain. i may be all metal and wire connections. i was built by society but i did keep my feet planted in my soil that i came from. a true begining that was given to me. not by almighty, but by alparental birthgiving sexual powers of biological and reproductive abilities of the human kind. a soul given is but the air i breathe in my first years. my parents gave me that. i can taste the memories on my tongue. i love life and its stupidity. i can dance like im the gayest man in the world and then stop to be the stud. to live a life without care is my truth that i wish to acquire. a life of carelessness of why you didnt ask a thing. i know you wish you were with me. i wish i was with you. i wish i could get together with you. i want to start something maybe it will last maybe only the memories will. i hear the first is the remembered. well how about the fifth. will i remember you. is there something to remember. or will i forget? i hope not. life is coming again. im more that a working machine and a giving old teen. coming out of dependence to see the life i truly have. i will find my penance given to me. and live it to the fullest.

you 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.

people 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.

new 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 made me reflect. on who the hell. and what you are. i dont know you. why they hell. what the hell. i dont see. but now you shall know. what is wrong and right. you dont need friends. but with them. it is not as hard. when your life starts. mine will soon end. i will start again. with you in my mind. i cant see this. hanging on longer. life will now move. even now slower. take my shoes. i just cant leave her.

im 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.

leaving 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 escape to. ive been know to get out sometimes. its seem like i dont get out enough to really appretiate it all. thats ok i guess. im too bombarded it seems. to many things to do but end up not doing. all i am is a person we works, goes bowling, and is good in school. what else do i have within my individuality. i dont know. if i said i had a girl shed be part of it. but what else could be part of it. my family? my hobbys? what hobbys? what is a hobby? is it something im interested in. something im good at. something i like to do. but those things dont seem to make up my life. work, one hobby, school, relationship, and what else makes up a real person. what brings out something different in you. im not food, i was exorcise, i dont know anymore. work kindof took that over. i shall bring that back. yeah, i will. im familiar with it. it just takes time. squeeze it inbetween school, work, and sleep somewhere. then we are good. exorcise always make a person happier, healthier, and more fun to be around i think. i dont know. i just want to do something productive instead of sit around waiting for myself to do my homework.

longivity, 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.

give 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. that he saw me as a person instead of shallow sighs. but im still woundering how that rapper guy will get in them thighs. he will have to give her love or a bunch of lies. i bet his mother told him that the mantions he sung about where pig styes. when the old lady ate stuff they said alot of oh mys. now i ran out of things except fourteen blue skies. i know i started to pluralize them but who cares. its too hot when the sun flares. in pairs. because it tears. the airs. of the kings heirs. who are actually bears. who cares

prometheous 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 not my words. im playing songs i used to listen to. i left my self wide open. i left my self for you. i left my self wide open. i left my self. i feel it. now i remember why i used to write all the time. i hit issues. now im just remembering. mybe i should take up that girls offer to hang out with her friends. something new. its funny how people dont know you and they speculate. from your actions. i have a person i built for work now. i love playing children. its easy and fun. soon i cant though. my life is leaving me. shedding skin and building new people. stronger people. i need to work on my self again. im sleeping when i can build. i shall. im not enlightened. no. fun. rained today. exposed. i know hating what was given is bad, but it was too hard not to. i had anger. my favorite person to play. that person is great. gets what he wants and is allways on a natural high. allways right on target. well maybe a person can learn new tricks. end

every 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 back today. in a special sort of way. i dont get it. i dont.

hot 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. i care. its like saying if your favorite shirt had grape juice on it i wouldnt care. but you would. unless you had more than one of them. then you could just wear a different shirt. still it wouldnt be the same one. do you care? you might. the shirt cost you money. maybe it did, maybe it didnt. it didnt cost me any money. unless i bought it for you. then i would care. i want you to wear that shirt. damn the grape juice.

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