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I am not what I am made
not standing but still trying
built demanding but still trying
life is here but set aside
words decay I feel betrayed
it could be teen genocide
stomach lining
in circles were lining
stop the lying
prevent fate from override
maybe she enlightened me through
over reaction
I would rather have no reaction
close my eyes for satisfaction
the hands that felt safe intrude
things are said but don't get done
nothing right
but wrong is right?
everyone has lost the fight
the faith in me is yet to come
I love the dead and hate the living
nothing left but were still stealing
nothing left and god is grinning
that is why the lights are dimming.
to Will.
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so this, the mark of spontaneous combustion
organized with letters and lines
so back to where i started with miscellaneous emotion
tramatized, dont waste your time wasting mine
no paint or words give proper notions
idolized insecurities in my head forms a shrine
no one here is stopping the currents of oceans
paralyzed as the lies polished and shined
go through my window, peel back the curtains
civilized people find doors divine
go to my bedroom with nothing for certain
excise your trust with piece of mind
low as you conscience, nine times expulsion
analyzed this theorum with eyes unkind
low to the soil crawls in subtle motions
realization is the hardest to find.
ON THE GREAT SEARCH, WITH RING RAPPED REMINDERS.
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| WHAT IS THE POINT TO ALL OF THIS?..................IF I GET GOOD REASONS MAYBE I WILL WRITE AGAIN. BUT IF NOT, I DONT SEE THE POINT. | | |
| Today I woke up to the sound of a motor for the float against
abortion clinics. What wake up call. I got up and walked downtown to
see the rest of the parade but it was finishing up. candy is all over
the streets of downtown in case you guys get hungry. The show was fun,
the Queers played a good set and Rehab was on fire. Middle Class Trash
as well, they sounded great.
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| Well,
another day of school I guess, the weekend soon approaches
and we won't be at school on Monday so that is something to look
forward to. I'm getting more sick as the days keep coming, by the end
of this weekend I'm gonna be a vegetable. But all I can do now is do
the best to get rid of it, vitamins, sleep, soup. I'm doing good with
all those with the acception of sleep. Going to bed too late these
days, but somehow managing to get up at five every morning, not quite
sure what is putting me in the mood to wake up these days, but I like
it. It feels good to get some freedom before being enclosed in a
building for seven hours. On a different note, my buddy Matt let me
borrow the Wu-Tang Manual, and let me just say that this book should be
a required study in school, it's marvelous. And my Oma(Dutch for
Grandmother) got a call from the city today becuase they are trying to
find shelter for some of the hurricane refugees, it's crazy how out of
hand mother nature is becoming. I suppose that is all for
today, see you guys soon.
-C6M6R6-
A STUDENT OF THE WU-TANG SWORD SCHOOL WOULD MASTER HIGH LEVELS OF
TECHNIQUE. EACH LEVEL, OR CHAMBER THAT HE CLIMBED, HE WOULD NEAR
INVINCIBILITY. IF HE WAS ABLE TO ENTER THE THIRTY-SIXTH CHAMBER, HE WAS
UNSTOPPABLE TO ALL BUT A FELLOW THIRTY-SIXTH-CHAMBER SWORDSMAN. SO,
BREAK IT DOWN. YOU HAVE THIRTY-SIX CHAMBERS, AND THERE'S NINE MEMBERS
OF THE WU-TANG CLAN. EACH MEMBER HAS FOUR CHAMBERS OF THE HEART. AND
WHAT'S NINE TIMES FOUR? THIRTY-SIX. THERE ARE THIRTY SIX FATAL POINTS
ON THE BODY, AND THAT TIMES TEN DEGREES OF SEPARATION BETWEEN EACH
POINT EQUALS 360 DEGREES. THEREFORE, THE WU-TANG CLAN IS A PERFECT
CIRCLE, A CIPHER. -THE RZA
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