| it has been awhile.
its october now.
damn.
i don't really have much to say anymore, so if anyone checks this, i probably won't post again for another(however long its been) . my number is still the same though. threeoneseveneightfourzerozerosizzerofour | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment   |
| Ben Folds live at Wabash College 2-12-05. Be there or be square. $10 at the door
if you need directions, call me threeoneseveneightfourzerozerosixzerofour.
i would love to see friends. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
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| The warmth flows from porcelain hues to the center of the electricity that is all of me. My breath won't reach words without this. From a distance I will feel all this again. It has pulled me farther before but now, it is embrace. Each weight adding its mark, almost to the point of recognition. These marks won't ever fade. I will only plague you with me once. If you refuse, I will go on. You needn't worry my dear.
I long for your words to soothe my tried ears.
I long for you to soothe my tired eyes.
Regretfully yours. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| the sky has stolen the sun from me. these pure white bodies above us have been painted the color of night. rain sparkles from every street light that shines on these; the darkest of nights. chains have pulled all of this from me. it is on these nights; the darkest, the barrier i create comes tumbling down and the truth struggles from it like life from my body.
and it pours
these words become more powerful than they ever have before. relentlessly fired, these words will hang coldly in the stale air we breathe.
i've heard these words with eyes open. even at these hours, wide open. leaf by leaf, in endless succession, these years have disappeared like autumn in the cold winter.
i hope autumn stays forever
i will make it stay. i promise you, these leaves will be read for ever. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| hey all. i'm not dead again. i'm at Wabash, working my ass off. I do have very very exciting news. I am playing guitar for a rap group on campus called "the blacksmifs". whats even more exciting than playing guitar for a rap group? Opening for TWISTA on the 18th (this saturday) at Wabash, in Crawfordsville. COME SEE THE SHOW! It's only ten dollars and there will be hella parties afterwards. We play three or four times that night, so if you don't make it to the twista show you can still see us at some of the house's after parties. Call me for directions or more info. onethreeoneseveneightfourzerozerosixzerofour.
-rob
brittany, i can spell you stupid slut.
josh, allie, i apologize for passing out while you were here to see me. i'll make it up to both of you. | | comments: 17 comments or Leave a comment |
| NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC
i'm not dead everybody... i've been absent for three weeksish since graduation. but i'm back and not dead. so call me up. so call me up. so call me up so we can get drunk. so call me up.
yours in sodomy,
ROB | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| its all fucking bullshit. she has engulfed herself in self-righteousness.
fully emerged above her head, hair floating, arms waiving, and body sinking, thoughts of air plague her mind's emergence. her flowing white dress flows in surreal motion as she sinks further and further. soon her feet will lightly sink to the sea's heart, but she has known this would happen...all along. her feet sank like they already knew where they would end. truth is all we can trust. looking toward the stars, she can only pray for light, for air, for birth from this sea's womb. faintly there is a glimpse. a glimpse of what she thought would never be real. faintly, ever so faintly, is a break in this atmosphere of ice. there, but barely enough for a enchanted hope. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| i think that live journals are good. for one purpose... letting out your frustrations. yes it does that, very good. i commend you live journal creator.
however
reading the live journals of select people seems like some sort of a masochistic thing to do. say, hypothetically, you have a "live journal friend" whom you just ended a relationship with. and yet, you still read their journal, even though it kills you every time. every time you read their words, a piece of you dies.
but you check it religiously.
sounds like masochism to me. i might as well be cutting myself i guess.
hmmmmmm
oh wait. thats fucking dumb. | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| i just read some kid's journal. in this journal, the kid defended Christianity and slammed atheists in the face, without, to my knowledge, being provoked.
i find that hilarious.... how often does that happen?
doesn't seem like a very "christian" thing to do.
last night i was talking to my brother and his buddy from alaska, who john goes to college with, and we started talking about religion. turns out devin (the alaskan) doesn't believe in god. which is fine with me. that means that devin and i have another thing in common. while we had the conversation about the existence of god, i realized that most atheists are well educated. educated people have an objective mind. black and white, no grey area.
piety is a big fucking grey area.
so get educated. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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