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a shadow of my former self
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hey guys, remember me?
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[25 Jun 2004|05:34pm] |
I made a new journal, livejournal.com/users/roe_v_wade
comment if you want to be added
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[24 Jun 2004|07:48pm] |
I really want these shoes
I didnt do much today, mostly just sat around playing Ratchet and Clank, I finally washed my clothes for the first time in like a month or something, something I think to be an accomplishment. I think I'm hanging out with Doby later, and then tomorrow is Alex's, should be pretty fun. Yep, I'll update on like saturday.
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| standing on the edge of summer |
[23 Jun 2004|11:51pm] |
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So today wasn't that bad for once. I'd like to thank Cat and Alex for one hell of a night. I dunno if I really feel like going into details, but it was really fun. Tomorrow I might be going to the Haight with Cat, then on Friday Cat, Alex and I are gonna get stoned and watch office space. Should be fun.
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[22 Jun 2004|02:07am] |
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OK GO- Get over it |
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Go see the Terminal
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| since you like them so much now |
[21 Jun 2004|09:43pm] |
Last night,
A room full, drunk,
Sang along to the songs I never had
The courage to write.
Given the chance
I'd stay in this chorus forever,
Where everything ugly in this world
Is sadly beautiful
In our desperate memories.
No, we're not
Gonna call everyone on their shit tonight,
Even though the half of you won't even smile
The next time we pass on the street.
Maybe somehow
This scam will still save us all...
Still save us all...
Still save us all.
Still save us all...
(Will save us all.)
Still save us all.
Then I saw you
Dancing at a punk rock show
And for a moment
We walked the streets that everyone else
Had given up to 4 AM,
'Cause promises
And spray paint marking
Everywhere we went
And every direction
Only going as far
As we let it.
There's so many things
We try to do truthfully.
By the time it's through with us,
It all falls apart.
Maybe somehow
This scam will still save us all.
Still save us all...
(Will save us all.)
Still save us all.
Still save us all...
(Will save us all.)
Still save us all.
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[21 Jun 2004|03:05pm] |
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summer needs to end
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[20 Jun 2004|02:18am] |
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Went bowling yesterday, I took one of Jamie's pics of me
I'm really getting sick of summer. I want it to be October again, when things were good, when Cajun wasnt living in Shit Springs, when we had band practice, when it was cold, when we were still normal, when things didnt suck.
I miss this
Summer always sucks for me.
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[20 Jun 2004|01:57am] |
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I'm sick of summer.
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[20 Jun 2004|01:36am] |
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Does anyone read this anymore? |
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Woke up with Doby and Devra at my door, I was too sleepy to know what was going on.
I went with Doby, Devra, and Doby's mom to get Doby's new car. He got a fucking JAGUAR, it so awesome.
Doby and I saw Dodgeball tonight, it was pretty funny. That's all.
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| Hello! I think I am Griffen Snow |
[18 Jun 2004|12:16pm] |
Idon'tlikethatwaythatI'vebeen.Sounfeelingandfullofsin.Bytheway,youcan'tlookmeintheeyes.Icantellyou'retryingnottocrybecauseofallthestupidthingsI'vedone.Switchingontheheartbreakthathasstunned.Andyousayyoucan'ttrustmeanymoreifallmyreasonsaresopoor.AndyouaskifIhaveaheart.IthinkI do...Ijustdon'tknowwheretostart.
A drink for one is never fun. She's sick of games and learning names; she puts her black book away. She scans the place for friendly face, suddenly everything changed. He took a chance on romance without knowing her name. So he moved in, on a whim, and now her house is their home. She forgets the days of her drunken haze and waiting by the phone. They lie in bed with nothing said as she gently falls asleep. He thinks about how life would be if they didn't meet.
Hallelujah for sleeping pills. Amen for a good stiff drink. I can’t sleep. So why do I try? It's been this way for a while. You'd think by now I'd know why. Hallelujah for long shot drinks. Amen for a perfect life. I know that I can't win, so why should I try? It's been this way for years. You'd think by now I'd know why. So I drove by your place to drop off a single note saying, " If it's not too late can I call you up after your date?".
Stomach hurts. I can't sleep. What the hell's inside of me to make me feel this way almost every day? Must be something I did as a hurtful kid. Pay back from way back. It's the way that it goes. It's such a trip that I can't hide, the closer I am to suicide. Get that record out, that’s what it's all about. A cigarette for all the regret. You're famous to me. You help me breathe. You’re famous to me. You're all that I need. You're famous to me. You help me breathe. You're famous to me. You're all that I need.
I sat back and had a drink for something to do. I know that me not eating is hurting you. The only thing she said to me was, " Pick up the phone! Guess what, I know you're home and you're not alone."
I am hurting too. Don't worry.
We are going to listen to a lot of Her Space Holiday, Elliot Smith, Interpol, and whoever else you would want to listen to.
-Snakecharmer.
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[17 Jun 2004|01:32pm] |
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this summer is a repeat of last year.
at least this time I have someone to talk to though
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| Why is this band so good? |
[17 Jun 2004|01:08am] |
We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the laughter died and we were caught in an eye to eye.
We sat on the floor and did we sit close.
I could smell your thoughts and thought.
Do you want to touch a lot like me?
Too scared to say a thing.
I left your house and kicked myself.
I put those feelings on a shelf to die.
I guess I'm not a gambling type,
but think of what the two of us had lost.
I needed some time to think it out.
7-Eleven parking lot. A toothless woman turned and stopped.
I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
I was scared but it felt sweet.
Felt so sweet.
She asked me if I had a name.
I told her I was glued up on some chick.
We sat and smoked against the wall.
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.
I drove so fast.
The wind it couldn't cool me down,
so I turned it around and came back up.
You were waiting on your step,
steam showing off your breath and water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one,
parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
Said all my chicks they smoke these things,
and handed you a Chesterfield King.
Held your hand and watched TV,
and traced the little lines along your palm.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.
I drove so fast.
The wind it couldn't cool me down,
so I turned it around and came back up.
You were waiting on your step,
steam showing off your breath and water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one,
parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
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[16 Jun 2004|11:54pm] |
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Everyone always said I good follow through.
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[16 Jun 2004|12:29pm] |
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the curtain's a sea anemone
in the way it sways
to the slow breeze
I lie spread out on the floor
looking at these things
and most of them are yours
and it's so nice
sitting very still
without those old shoes
I could never fill
starfish with its arms out in a daze
staring at the stars
through an ocean haze
was I one you wished upon?
burned out like a lightbulb
when you turned me on
and it's so nice
sleeping here all alone
with my ashtray and
white courtesy telephone
now I'm making out the shapes
like the shower rod - can it take my weight?
I will tell you I am fine
I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying
turtle on its back in the desert sea
and you look like a cool drink
just slightly out of reach
draw myself into the shell
waiting on a sign from god
or a nod from hell
and it's so nice
sitting very still
without those old shoes
I could never fill
no we're turning on the lights
it's the first day of my second life
take my name off of the lease
you can even keep the name it never suited me
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[15 Jun 2004|07:29pm] |
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you're so different now, I dont know what to do anymore.
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[14 Jun 2004|12:59am] |
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I've been smoking a lot lately. I've been fake happy for the last three days. I did like going to the beach though. It just feels like there was something missing. On Friday after graduation, I went to Alex Buxton's LAN party. He had $45 worth of pot there, he gave me one of his joints. That was pretty funny. I didnt do anything today on account of my legs were too sunburnt to move and because no one asked me to do anything. Doby called me at like 8:30ish and we went and saw Chronicles of Riddick. I feel very indifferent about how the movie was. Now I'm here.
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