rynn

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 03:44:05 GMT

uh.
fuck

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 19:17:24 GMT

balls.

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 04:40:59 GMT

RARARARARARARAR. i'm an angsty bitch.
i hate you.

Mon, 05 Dec 2005 03:55:29 GMT

i won't let this build up inside me

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 22:09:36 GMT

You blow my world away.
with the words that you say

i fucking love hello eden

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 06:59:38 GMT

how long will this go on?
quit looking for somebody its time you looked for yourself
how long will this go on?
and its safe to say she never found this kind of love for herself
shes terrified to be alone
she wants someone to call her own
and all this time
in the dark waiting for someone to just
come along and sweep her off her feet
picture this lonely girl if you can understand
i was born just like you i was born in those shoes
how long will this go on?
and its safe to say she never found the kind of love for herself

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 06:29:02 GMT

i did some photography today, with andrew and kevin.
i need a digital slr. like now.
good times. we went to the botanical gardens in ringwood.
it's so incredibly beautiful there. i love that place.
i almost feel .. at peace, when i'm there.

we then met up with aaron, his brother, and some gay kid from best buy.
went to dog park for more pictures.
another fuckin' beautiful place.

the past week has been good.
i'm doing good.
i am okay.

words give things power.
words. give. things. power.

and i'm getting real disgusted with drama.

but, i miss you. regardless.
always.

but hey, what can you?
i only know that i can change. everything else just stays the same

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 15:01:20 GMT

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Sun, 26 Jun 2005 21:49:35 GMT

+got a pet snake
+got a sweet new computer
+got my system installed in my car
+dyed my hair purple

-real confused about everything and everyone

Thu, 16 Jun 2005 12:32:29 GMT

i really fucking hope you all bleed to death =)

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 03:17:54 GMT

this is a dedication to those who do not understand how hard life can be:
ignorance is bliss.

in other news, my hand hurts. my back hurts. bleh bleh bleh.
i don't want to go to work tomorrow.
percoset is my friend.
and uh, yes.
aside from that, there's far too much on my mind as of late.
my psychiatrist switched my medicaton to effexor. i dunno how i feel about that. i haven't started it yet.

i wanna sleep.

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 20:59:02 GMT

har.! i am dying, but it's all good
so i figured, why not have a picture post!!
yayay!

My throat -- tee hee!

Sun, 06 Jun 2004 02:06:47 GMT

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Sun, 30 May 2004 06:11:19 GMT

love is in the air
blinding me with smoke
you are the air i breathe
when i choke
<3

Tue, 25 May 2004 08:23:59 GMT

dear kevin,
words cannot even express...
i don't even know what to say to you.

Mon, 17 May 2004 21:36:34 GMT

-fuck. you.

stolen from tyrone. please do it. i'll love you forever. =D

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 05:20:33 GMT

Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love... anything. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 10:00:18 GMT

where can i get a katana?

after that quiz and all
its just kind of mandatory that i get one.

self fulfilling prophecy perhaps?

=D

Mon, 29 Mar 2004 02:10:45 GMT

if i told you i put 20 cigarettes in my mouth everyday, you'd call me unhealthy. if i put one in my arm, you'd call me crazy. if i told you these scars on my knuckles are from streetfights, i'm tough. if they're from sheet rock reinforced with wood, open ice machines, and strangers windows, i'm sick. if i told you i have a few after work i'm just blowing off steam. if it's before i'm an addict.

because dignity is the only thing that no one can give you but anyone can take away.

because no one can ignore their own pain for very long. because.. because-a million becauses to fill a million Y's. because some of us didn't see stars til calloused hands covered our eyes. because some of us took baptism in our fathers brandy breath. because some of us SCREAM holy holy to mothers deaf ears. because children can smell fingerprints and the sharks circle when you have the stench of someone else. and those Y's never get answered. and those children become adults but that stink is still on me.

so i bleed for me.

i mark myself so i will never be marked again.

i scar myself to clot my wounds.

i scream louder than my demons because the only way i can be more the sum of what has been done to me is to do it all again to myself.

Sun, 28 Mar 2004 00:25:31 GMT

And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........

This is necessary.

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.

yesterday, picture style.

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 18:10:32 GMT

condoms! wooo!

self portrait! teehee!

hi i'm pat i smell myself

i look like i do crack here. ignore it.

pat likes to eat peoples heads. YUMMAY

that one is semi-normal

god damn it we are sexy

aww, special moment

phone sex with morgan. OH BABY

climax?

me and ty, dark though.

diner art!

Thu, 17 Jul 2003 18:44:06 GMT

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
that was the year father tracy
took all of the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that father tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and that's what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year that father tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the apostle's creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "absolutely nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.