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| My Heart For Blood |
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| by Brennan Bradford |
| Adriana Lima is my love slave... |
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| I wish... |
Here are some tidbits I found interesting, including short
poems (too short to make it into Plath's Oven) and random entries. Man....I had a lot of problems back then....
| Erg...I was really tired.... |
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| Don't think I'm gonna do that colour again... |
-Every Story Has a Beginning (7/16/02)
I couldn't even smile to make myself happy
so unsatisfied with what I was given
Over and done
We're over and done
(Why are you here in my bed?)
I couldn't find the words to express this
so I'll just be blunt and get to the point
Over and done
We're over and done
(I guess I forgot to forget...)
| FEISTY! |
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| Me and a smashed Dan |
-Little Black Heart of Eve (7/16/02)
Open wide and take a bite
Step right up, be first in line
All is good and full of love-
But not the little black heart of Eve
| And we will worship you... |
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| Bryan, me, Jolie, and Dan's in there somewhere |
"Give me
my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that
all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."
-Romeo and Juliet; Act III, Scene 2
| AFI....awesome music.... |
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| And a yummy lead singer...Davey!!!! |
Journal Entry from 7/16/02
Funny sometimes how I don't remember who I am. Feels like I'm losing my soul and
a plethora of other things that used to complete the puzzle which was...me. Why is everything making me so fucking miserable?
All I want is my freedom and my happiness. The freedom I've got, but where did everything else vanish to? Perhaps
this life isn't meant to be. Faced with a Hamlet-like predicament, I'm not sure of much at present. Where should
I seek solace? Is it in the depths of my hapless soul? Is it in the company of chums and understanding acquaintances?
Is it in the evil pleasures I derive from giving in to my own undying lust? Seems kinda like I'm better off fucking
myself nowadays. When was the last time I got a good night's sleep without having to take a handful of Naproxen?
They say the mind's a terrible thing to waste; what about when the mind begins to waste you? Irony is truly a mother.
I've always admired a strong mind...too bad mine is as much a devious little harlot as I am...
| Time for another SEXY PARTY!!! |
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| Cue the Benny Hill music |
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