Currently Listening Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water By Limp Bizkit My Way see related

w/e

I think I prefer Xanga more than Livejournal.  Simply because you can make it look any way you want, and you can have the album right at the top of the page.

I think I'll still post here too.  I miss xanga..its so weird.  I think i want to read some old entries.

Currently Listening Danse Macabre By The Faint see related

Moving On

I think I'm going to give Xanga a rest for a short while.  I'll be posting more at my livejournal.  If you want the link, email me.

Currently Listening In Absentia By Porcupine Tree see related

Amazing

Currently Listening The Nightmare Before Christmas: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack By Danny Elfman see related

The final Death. :****(

Todays entry will be me and my mind.  This is whats on my mind tonight, and its so ridiculous... 

Steve Irwin.  So people roll their eyes and such and say, what a dumbass and such.  But you know what?  Steven Irwin's show was something my dad and I did together, its one of the last things we can still do together that doesnt make me hate him.  We both loved his quirky sense of humor, we loved his show, and we love animal shows.  It just...made me happy.  And when he died, it just kind of signaled the last death of my father and I's relationship.  Its like, everything we had in common is dead.

But aside from that, it makes me fucking sad that he died, because his kids are so young...  This sucks.  I fucking loved Steve Irwin, and anyone who fucking critizises can fuck off.  He was a great guy and a loving father.  muh

Currently Listening Niyaz By Niyaz see related

ah those nights...

I was waling down the sidewalk this evening.  2:00 am, early morning intoxication.  Always the night time, always the ever present sensuality of the night.  Whether it be the domain of the wicked, the silent, or the truly insightful, none matters.  The retribution of the days of old are long since past, days of silent prayers to long dead Gods and Deity’s.  Mysticism, mythology, all enterprises long ago forgotten and the art deadened by the passage of time.  But the moment you close your eyes, the moment in time when you hear a presence whisper to you, “listen…and you will learn”  Its in that moment that I realize,… thank god.  Maybe not god,…or at least the conventionalist god of western society… and maybe not some mystical force that guides our world.  But thank <i>god</i>.  I wouldn’t want it any other way.  And I am sure…that if you would try to listen, you would finally see what it was trying to tell you.  And be all the better for it.