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Friends of Unspotted
| Vo da dub de da. Vo da dub de da. | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by superman | |
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Listening to: Techno such and such
Feeling: kooky
Today I was pretty uneventful. I went over Sara's and her family is so cool. They all talk loud and holler and yell but its awesome. Her sister is cute as a button too. Sara dyed her hair and the rest of the time we talked about everyday things. We're getting fit together, not dieting. Dieting automatically reduces a teen to the lowest standatds because people dont think teens should "diet". I realize in eating healthy you loser weight, which is my overall goal I dont think I'm dieting. I'm rambling now, actually. I need a cupcake:OP Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman |
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| 494 hit(s) | (13 comments) | truth is... |
| You're never coming back this way again. | May 13th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by dazednconfused | |
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The only common factor has become a passing fad. I know you don't desire that I follow where you go Perhaps we're meant to end our tale at the start of what we had. We both knew we deserved it,though I wasn't sure what for. And before I found out what I know, it all just seemed so fast. But time, it keeps on flying, and I sit here wanting more Surprised to find that these 4 years have come to quickly pass. Fear and lack of gumption are what brought us to a close, though you deny the fact you always look before you leap. But somehow through the best of me, your memory ever grows and pulls hard on my heartstrings as I lay me down to sleep. I'm sure you won't come back here, though I've not been one to bet. So these are empty wishes on an ever-fading star. I hope to someday follow where the sun retires to set. 'Cause I know that it will always lead me back to where you are. |
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| 122 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Yes'm? |
| October 24th, 2008 @ 9:22pm | |
| by electricglowxo | |
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right now life is just a jumble of busy and attempts at a social life with a little bit of frustration and stress. i'd mark it as a decent semester thus far. things seem to have a way of coming together eventually at their own speed. i need to stop trying to rush things that don't want to be rushed. i'm working on enjoying what i have right now instead of just focusing on what i want in the future. if i keep it up, i'll miss out on things. i guess i'm working on a lot. the first part is to realize what it is that i need to work on and then decide to have a go at it. so that's what the rest of my fall semester will be devoted to: working on things. school. life. interests. relationships. friendships. everything, really. everything. |
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| 79 hit(s) | (1 comments) | &&& |
| And So It Is - Just Like You Said It Would Be. | January 7th, 2009 @ 1:51pm |
| by lilbit | |
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Listening to: Damien Rice - The Blowers Daughter
Feeling: reminiscent
You look around. You're standing on what should be a sidewalk. Behind you is an empty, overgrown lot with a sign for what's across the street. The sign, however, is broken apart and says nothing. Red arrow. To your left is what seems to be a convenience store, an old folks home, and houses for those courageous [or poor] enough to reside there. To your right the street curves out of sight with more houses and what looks to be a school. Grammer school if you squint at the name. In front of you is your vehicle and, as far as you could see in either direction, a street and a levee. You cross the street, ridden with burn out scars and ripped off, discarded pieces of rubber, and start to climb up the levee's side. At the top are train tracks; metal amist rocks, not wood. You pace yourself on the down slope and hit the bottom of the levee on the opposite side. You turn around to observe what you overcame. On this side, as part of the levee itself, there's a concrete wall, flooded with graffitti and urbanized art. You cock your head to the side to read one last name scrawled in blue spray paint and then turn to see what awaits you. This time, to your right, there are trees, overgrown grass, and soggy ground that seemed to lead to a swampy area. You wouldn't be surprised. To your left there's a brick wall. It goes into the distance and doesn't appear to end from where you're standing. Between the wall and the foliage, there's a pathway; narrow enough for you to fit. You calculate your odds, peeking over your shoulder at the desolate area. You walk a good few yards without the scenery changing. You're trapped between trees and an 8 foot tall brick wall, with poisonous plants beneath your feet. The sky is hued above you with yellows and oranges and pinks. Finally, there's a break in the wall and there's a wooden deck in front of you five feet tall, but open in the sides other than two or three sideways beams. You climb over it and look to what had been your right, but now is in front of you. It was swampy because of what appeared to be a river. You can see to the left a little bit more of solid ground leading down to open water and, slightly to the right, the levee that you had left behind still winding into the distance. You turn around and what had been your left in the alleyway is now in front of you. It's all open ground. There are patches of overgrown grass and several trees, but there are three pathways: One to the left, right and in front of you. The one in front is clearly the most worn, so you take the left and wind around to what it's leading you to. Concrete. Your eyes are wide. Your heart is beating faster than you can ever remember and you can't shake the horrible feeling that you shouldn't be where you are. There are two structures. One to the left and one to the right. No walls; just several legs and a top. Connected to them are what looks to be the remanants of bathrooms, broken and rusted lockers, and abandoned showering areas. Tile is collapsed into piles on the ground and there's graffitti covering everything. Scattered across the ground are tiny, multicolored balls. You pick one up and squeeze it gently. It gives way a bit, but not much. You throw it against the back wall of the right "bathroom" and it splatters. Paintball. Between these two bathrooms is a wide path. Leading to a more open, but still, seemingly empty, area. You wander down it and to your left is an old two story building. Large. To your right is what could easily be misconstrued as an obstacle course. You take the building first. It is old and falling apart from years of abuse. If walls could talk, these would be screaming. There's no light on the inside, but the back wall to each room is almost completely missing and you can see the brick wall you had left behind earlier. There are also spots where the roof caved in so enough light is getting in for you to see. This is a bad place. You hear banging coming from somewhere, but no matter how far you walk it is still right infront of you. After a few minutes of twisting through the building searching for the origin of the noise, you realize it's your own heartbeat warning you away. You are in a corner room. It's dark. The walls are bricks and white. Or atleast, it looked they were supposed to be. There is debris on the floor and in the corner is what looks to be an old and discarded sleeping bag. You half expected, and peered but couldn't find, a used syringe. You hear something fall behind you and race out of the building. So much for courage. In front of you is the obstacle you left behind. There are cement blocks on either side leading up a few feet to a platform. They don't appear very sturdy, but when you approach the right, step on the first and test your weight, the block doesn't move. You take your time and climb the four or five blocks to the top. Tile? Porcelain? There are two swimming pools. One next to you on your right and one two or three feet after the first ends, also to your right. The first one has water in; it the second is empty. You walk to the opposite side and peer down into the first pool. The water is murky and taking on a life of its own. Algae is taking over and there are plants emerging from the surface. You see movement. You drop to your knees and look closer over the edge. It moved like an otter. Nutria? You see it poke the top of its head out the water and your heart warms. You can see through a little of the water and it's unlike anything you have ever seen before; a definite product of evolution. Its tiny eyes are slightly apart, it has two nostrils but no actual nose, and its skin is dark brown or even black. Smooth and slippery. Four legs, but short legs and semi-webbed feet. Its tail is a good foot or two long. It has teeth, but although they are unnaturally gleaming white and obviously sharp, they are tiny and probably couldn't do much damage to a large predator. But then, why should they need to? This beast is alone here. You stand and walk farther down the platform, past the second pool and you're in front of a small brick wall and a large body of water. Lake. You sit on the brick wall and watch the sun sink lower and lower in the sky. Watching the tide. It's almost dark now, and you know better than to hang around. Your heart is racing and you know you've stayed too long. You race back the way you came, down the path and hop the deck back to your alleyway. You run as fast as you can to the levee and stop short when you see the wall. You know you should be running to get to your vehicle, but you can't stop from slowly approaching the wall, picking up a rock, and leaving a chalky residue stating you were there. You step back a couple feet to survey your work and hear an engine on the other side of the levee. Another. And another. You clear the top of the levee and fly across the street unlocking, opening, entering, slamming, and locking your door. You start your engine as the last streetlamp comes on and a decked out mustang makes his rounds, checking for heat and making sure his plans can go on for the night. You leave, finally, just as couple more of the racers arrive. A day in the life of the wrong decade. ***Note: This is a true place and memory. Google: Lincoln Beach - New Orleans, Louisiana |
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| 4 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Enlighten Me |
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