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from my deadjournal in 2003 [14 Dec 2007|01:37am]
[05 Apr 2003|10:18am]
hes 50. hes gay. hes blasting paty smith and screeming "u go patty! u go girl!
he is michal. mickal the god father. yes, yes he is.

miss that.
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SATURDAY JULY 29TH [26 Jul 2006|03:05pm]



(tell me honestly, what could you be doing that is more important? we need support for this to work, 1,600 people are directly in jeopardy, not to mention the millions of other workers around the world who also suffer from the system and depend on our support and rejection of the status quo!)

if somebody has a myspace, could they possibly send this information around there? i dont have one but i know how effective it can be. thanks
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FEMALE STUDENTS-PLEASE READ and pass it on... [04 Jan 2006|03:58pm]
I am doing a project based at my school, influenced by the Vagina Monologues, student written and performed, at Marlborough. Well, I need monologues, so I am coming to you. Can you please ,write your own (I know you can), get friends to write their own, talk to people in your drama program (I'm sure young women who did Laramee would like this) and girls interested in creative writing. Performing doesn't necessarily entail any acting talent or experience, its readers theater which means that you sit on a stool, script in hand and just read (but with conviction of coarse). You can even chose to write and not perform a monologue, and vice versa.

Its not just about Vaginas, it can be about views on women’s political issues (abortion, equal pay...) entering puberty, sex, body image, plastic surgery (have they had it? do they plan to get it? why?), views on the position of women in society, their goals, eating disorders, rape, when they became or feel they will become a “woman”, odes to their bodies (vaginas encouraged)...the list goes on and on they can be funny, heart felt, negative, positive (they can talk about why they hate their body or why they love it). I can give more ideas if these aren’t stimulating. All the proceeds go to V-day. PLEASE help me out?
Much love,
people can contact me at be_wel@hotmail.com
or you can give them my screen name pinkrobots3 or cell number 818 585 6999
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What the hell are they talking about? [24 Dec 2005|09:05pm]
The door is always open
there's a shadow in the hall
and the bird is getting closer with
a message in his claws.
there are noises in the attic
there's a creature in the yard
there is poison in the water
there are voices in the dark.

I'm talking to the waves that conquer the fields.
I'm telling them to bring you back closer to here.
As my mind is getting older
my thoughts are filled with rain
though my eyes have gone I've seen you in the palace of the flames.

Rising from the bottom
we refuse to breathe the air.
Are we climbing up the mountain
are we falling down the stairs.
All the passengers are frozen
all the enemies are scarred
all the throats will sing
a thousand things
to echo in your heart.

I'm talking to the waves that conquer the fields.
I'm telling them to bring you back closer to here.
As my mind is getting older
my thoughts are filled with rain
though my eyes are gone I've seen you in the palace of the flames.
-Elf Power
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[16 Dec 2005|10:21pm]
[ mood | FREE ]

My winter break mental capacity = THe lyrics to Bob Dylan's Wigwam

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maybe my favorite ani song [15 Dec 2005|01:23pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

i'm imagining your frame
every angle
and every plane
i'm imagining your smell
the one that mingled with mine
once upon a time
thoughts of you
are picketing my brain
they refuse
to work such long hours without rest
in unstable conditions at best
they're out there every day
holding up there signs
and thoughts of no other man but you
could possibly get through
the picket lines
to enter into my mind

i'm imagining your laugh again
the one you save for your family
and your very
i'm imagining the way you say my name
i don't know when
i'm going to hear it again
my friends can't tell
my laughter from my cries
someone tell this photograph of you
to let go of my eyes

i'm imagining your frame
i'm imagining your smell
i'm imagining your laugh again
and the way you say my name

One more final, need to have time to go buy a new journal, so i dont keep resorting to this one.

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im sorry for posting this... [14 Dec 2005|06:07pm]
Just because I don't say anything
Doesn't mean I don't like you.
I open my mouth and I try and i try
But no words come out.

Without 40 ounces of social skills
I'm just an ass in the crack of humanity.
I'm just a huge manitee.
A huge manitee.

And besides you're probably holding hands
With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands, and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you
And stay up late and watch cartoons.

Duck Tales, shirt tails, Talespin, Sailor Moon, GI Joe, Robotech, Ron Jeremy, Schmoo.

I wanna watch cartons with you.
Josie and the Pussycats and Scooby Do,
I want you to watch cartoons with me.
He-man, Voltron and Hong-Kong-Fui

I tried to ask you to your face,
But no words came out.
I put on my hood and walked away.
That doosn't mean I don't like you.

And besides you're probably holding hands
With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands, and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you
And stay up late and maybe spoon.

Just becase I dont say anything
Doesn't mean I dont like you, no.
I opened my mouth and i tried and i tried.

And besides you're probably holding hands
With some skiny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you
And stay up late and maybe spoon.

I'm just your average Thundercats ho.
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[11 Dec 2005|12:54am]
[ mood | crappy ]


Hormones, exaustion, insanity, a blow to the head, mistranlation, hypnotism, brain washing, lonliness, subconcious coersion, imitation, miscomunication, illness, confusion, fear, delusion, bordom, anything but real, this isnt real this isnt real.

i'll put it all in a box, ill put the box in a box.

I will lose the box.

I will be free.

Sure i will.

I am very very sick. Tomorrow is not yesterday, a year ago was not yesterday. Tomorrow wont be a year ago and today should have been a new day. But it wasnt.

Why the hell do i have a live journal?

I am a slave to ambiguity-I hope i've masterd it aswell.



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[29 Oct 2005|10:24pm]
Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feelin’ two-foot small

Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say

Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

How could I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in

How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say

Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
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[23 Oct 2005|04:09pm]
If anybody has any contacts in Congress, give me a call... I need an internship.

And nobody wants a high school student...

even if she is very highly qualified...
files like a demond, and makes a great cup of coffee...

If you have any conections...

you know who to call

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[21 Oct 2005|03:43pm]
Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you
Down to you
Constant stranger
You’re a kind person
You’re a cold person too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you.
You go down to the pick up station
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you’re not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you’ve found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness

In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high
You brush against a stranger
And you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Ooh, love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone

Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
And trouble leaves too slow
Just when you’re thinking
You’ve finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking
At your garden gate
Knocking for you
Constant stranger
You’re a brute-you’re an angel
You can crawl-you can fly too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you
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[20 Oct 2005|09:26pm]
oh my god.

i just posted on my live journal...

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me [02 Mar 2005|09:19pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Licensed Driver.

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This is Eugene posting on Morgan's journal because I am a sad little man. [23 Feb 2005|09:59pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

So lost.
I am sitting in a red wagon in a deserted playground.
The sun is setting, reflecting brightly off the shiny fake-looking paint of my wagon-sides.
As I proceed towards home, I hear a loud creaking, and pretend nothing is wrong.
Several yards later, my wheel falls off and my wagon is no more.

Will someone please help repair my wagon?


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[22 Feb 2005|08:39pm]
[ mood | confused ]

happy birthday morgan.

thank you morgan.

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No this is not eugene. [03 Feb 2005|09:06pm]
Name: Morgan Lewis
Code: E33
Session: 1
House: A
RATING OF SPEACH 3 from 1-6:....


IT HAUNTS ME. i hate it.

and i placed third. another "certificate of superiority"... to be recycled.

im not failing my APUS test tomorrow (which i DONT have an a in...lets leave it at that) so that i could stay dill 8:30 at this bitch of a competition to get 3rd.

and the person that won...loyola boy. TOTALY DIDNT DESERVE IT. grace and i were in shock, as were other people from our house. HE WAS TERRIBLE. he read his speaches.

why didnt grace get first? because the fucking judge was from loyola. WHY DOTN WE HAVE MARLBOROUGH JUDGES?! we NEVER get the bennefit of the biass!!! not that we need it. we are fucking awsome.

not 3rd...just you know-in general.

3rd isnt bad, its just, i didtn want to get 3rd, i made the effort of reading the info before the competition! i wrote notes! what was my reward?


i need to stop speaking with my hands on my hips- apparently that undermines everything i say, my superior inteligence in comparison to loyola boys and my good fucking points and questions!!!
and Loyola took sweeps.

and i hate life.


and this isnt my best event- but i cant DO my best event becasue i have NO PARTNER! no steady person to compete with. im there every day. i help all i can. but no partner for morgan!

to top it all off-

privetized socail security. what the fuck.
kiss your asses good bye america.
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[29 Jan 2005|12:22am]
[ mood | quixotic ]

Do not listen to me. I, Morgan, speak lies. Eugene is no mofo. I am just confused and need to get in touch with my roots. And water them with my fresh water tears of emotion. Thank you.

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[28 Jan 2005|04:37pm]
[ mood | JESUS! ]

-fo sho.

coment if u, yes u, would like to be my new champion.

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[28 Jan 2005|10:00am]
up to your necks in heavy battered melo drama?
thank U-gene.
for writing those fantastic entries.
so dont worry abotu me, im fine just rediculously bored.
eugene...you are my champion.
all i need in life is a song in my hear- and your tender embrace.
and pancakes.
...not joking this time.
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[27 Jan 2005|11:54pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

Will someone please save me from the quicksand of question mark

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