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Tuesday, Dec. 30, 2003 - 1:46 a.m.

Happy B-day To Me...

happy birthday to me

as i try to feel happy

19 years of breathing air

let there be more that i can bare

happy birthday to my dreams

make them more than they seem

another year flies away

cant let these hauntings stay

happy birthday to my fears

to all the fallen little tears

to everyone that thought they knew

for everything they've had to do

happy birthday to this mess

never ready to start a fresh

i feel like i am 51

not like my life has just begun

for scars that run deep as the sea

for my friends who made me happy

for the beautiful roses in my mind

for how your eyes look so kind

for people kind enough to care

for people who dont need to stare

happy birthday to myself

and to my hopes of building strength

-sharpsecret

What a fucking day for me.

cultured - cure

hhhokay. - Monday, May. 03, 2004 - 7:50 a.m.

back to the meaningless... - Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 10:28 a.m.

YAAAY! - Tuesday, Apr. 27, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.

NOH! - Monday, Apr. 26, 2004 - 11:03 p.m.

hallucinogenic - Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 - 12:56 a.m.

On The Menu
Have you ever seen a child, on his way to school, have a car drive past and splash him, and then he just stands there and thinks if he should just go to school or go home and change and be late... And then I drove past and splashed him again!

Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.

If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.

A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call up the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."

Next Thanksgiving, here is a fun trick to play: When the mashed potatoes and turkey are being served, take some of both. But hide your turkey under your mashed potatoes. When your family asks "Don't you want some turkey?," pull the turkey out from under the mashed potatoes and yell "I tricked you!!"

The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.

Probably the worst thing about having King Kong go rampid in your town would be the huge, monster genitalia.

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.

If when you die you get a choice between pie heaven and regular heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick but if not mmmboy