this is my war....

i'm fucking scared

2009-03-17T02:18:28Z

I think i'm beginning to understand. I think I'm beginning to turn it around.

There's a new voice in my head. And i don't Want it to stop. I want it to be there forever.

It's the most beautiful thing i've ever heard. I'm completely captivated, yet i wont say anything. i can't say anything. what could i say?

i'm in the middle of stopping a freight train. it's been running a long long time with a heavy load. it used to be with my arms to the sky i'd take the step, but now i'm angry. now i have nothing but myself to put on the tracks.

am i tall enough? or will my own weight run me down?
i have to think positive. but what chance do i really have? reality is to real for me. show me a reason, and i'll overcome. show my ugly truth and i'll just sink back into my hole.

jesus christ, i'm fucking scared. i don't want to stop hearing this voice. i want it to be there forever. yet in all its beauty i can still see the venom. to me everything is always so far out of reach. i want to make a place for myself but i've been trapped for so long.

i need to stop this fucking train. people will see. people will be sorry. and left the fuck behind.

Theres a new voice in my head. and i don't want it to stop. in fact, i want to make it mine.

she is seriously one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen or heard.

no more crying until i've tried.

i need a fucking job.

its hard to sleep when you're hungry

2009-03-09T11:09:00Z

i dont know why i'm so suddenly interested. but this site is russian owned.

myspace is owned by newscorp. i'm not using myspace like i used to. i did far more writing here, which was more consistent and enjoyable than on myspace. and as far as networking i think facebook works just fine. i like that they're establishing a bill of rights for its users. hard to imagine newscorp doing the same for myspace. even though facebooks owners include microsoft and google.

hmmm. friends. i guess at this point everyone i know on here has moved on in a couple of ways. out of my life and off of this site i guess.

its heartbreak again and again watching people come and go. no one likes to stick with change, or put up with it for that matter. i guess thats why i find myself all alone tonight. writing to no one.

alone. sometimes i wish i could be what people want me to be. sometimes i wish people would look up to me and admire. but in conformity is self destruction. and in my admiration is deception.

my mind can't handle what i can't understand. i guess thats why i'll always have to be my lonesome self. and i guess thats why i lost the admiration i once had. being a youth pastor is really cool and rewarding, except for the fact that pastors are also god damned liars and salesmen. proliferaters of propaganda, claiming enlightenment and better ways.

yet in seeing beyond the bullshit in religion i seem to have stumbled on to an even greater problem. an intense anger for the god that doesnt exist, and unbearable animosity for those who claim to have faith in the invisible all knowing hand.

if god exists as he proclaims, then it should make a shit ton of sense why he does. instead its all a big fucking mistery that blind followers hold on to and make stupid excuses for. even worse, they believe these trash ridden excuses and hold to them as if it were god's true word.

fucking propaganda.

why even keep the human race going? all we are is a big fucking headache. for me anyways.

i've stopped smoking weed for a few days. mostly because i'm broke, but it's a nice change of pace. i'll enjoy it as long as my pockets are empty, but i have to say being a stoner is the only way of life that brings me any satisfaction these days. i wish to be a musician, but luck is against me when trying to assemble a formidable band. i just can't fucking find my place. if i could i would take an axe, swing it long and wide and carve a big fucking hole out of the earth for me to fit right the fuck in.

so who owns me now? God? Newscorp? fucking google or SUP?

if anyone on my friends list still reads this fucking thing, know that i still pray. its been three and a half years since i left the church. i consider myself a full blown atheist. yet every once in a while, i still talk to god. if any form of him exists at all i don't believe it. and i sure as hell don't believe a god damned word the bible says. book of fucking lies and horror.

but every once in a while. i still pray. those are the most silent of times.

Bye Bye Black and White

2007-11-20T19:20:31Z

We have all of the color we need.

We have all of the time we need.

We have all of the world's hatred and slavery.

Who is Cambodia?

Who is we?

Ramble.

The only place I can go is inside.

The dreams I see are when I hide.

Curse the heavens I feel alive.

I want to break and I want to love.

carter

furioussean @ 2006-11-09T15:49:00

2006-11-09T23:49:34Z

I've been looking over some of my recent myspace bullitins and i kind of want to save them. Dont ask me why.

here we go!

Oct 30, 2006 4:17 PM

hey friends

i dont mean to bitch about stuff, but common, i've gotten no good comments in a while.

go to my profile, listen to the song, and write something creative.

do it now. i promise it'll be fun.

Oct 31, 2006 5:30 PM

whats goin on tonight?

give me a call. i think i might be doing something at my house

Nov 6, 2006 12:08 AM (this one was jeff...not me)

I AM

A GAYBO!

PLZ GIVE ME ALL THA NUMBERZ 4 THA GAY SECKESES PLZ. I WANT THA MAN LOVE COC OF PLEZUR IN MY FACES.

Nov 7, 2006 1:15 AM

holy crap

myspace.com/hourofthewolfaz

saw them tonight with ceremony and lewd acts. it ruled my locks.

Nov 9, 2006 3:42 PM

what the heck!

dido wont add me as her friend!!

whats the deal?

hey hey hey, we need to go shoot guns. soon.

also, i feel a mexico trip is in good order. whoever isnt a poon should join up with me to plan one.

i find that the two best flavors of gummie bear are red and clear.

and,

i watched videos of women giving birth today. then shortly after, viewed slides of men and women infected with syphillis. genitels are alredy repulsive, but man.

i'm pretty sure i wont be able to have sex for at least 3 1/2 months. then i'll be good to go.

...not that i'm a fornicator anyway. but still.

sean carter

thats all of them. and thats all for now.

sean carter

furioussean @ 2006-11-09T04:02:00

2006-11-09T12:02:00Z

Some day i will get the best.

That was todays sentence fragment.

Next up I have for you a dish made of wine. You will have to keep it on ice, but it comes with an assortment of berries that should entice the senses. If it fails to impress, you may engage yourself in an act of coitus.

My hands feel like sausage. I like sausage. It's good.

Now, to the point. Alton Brown is my hero. If you have never seen one of his shows on the Food Network, i strongly recommend that you do so.

It is now four in the morning. Why did I spend all day sleeping? I'm such a lazy bastard.

HEY! Does anyone have a dictionary of sociological terms that i can borrow or have? I need one of those.

If i had the time and money, i would go to chef school. Chef Carter. First, i would be totally kick ass at cooking. Second, i would be so kick ass that i would have my own tv show, where i do nothing but kick ass all day long.

yeah.

Killian's Last Stand

2006-11-08T10:26:28Z

I had my ass handed to me today.

I figured I was well prepared. Battlements ready. Weapons and guidance systems both green for “go.”

But I should have known that nothing could have prepared me for the mathematical onslaught of The Professor.

Though my defense was noble and vigorous, the ease of his victory succeeded in proliferating shame within the confines of my soul.

I am defeated.

What now? Do I struggle even more so to educate myself so that I may rise above these ashes and reclaim the honor and glory I deserve? Should I strike back with a vengeance the likes of which this world has never seen nor heard? Should I grab mine scholastic enemies by the throat, and brand them with my iron fists of justice, so all may know the wrong done unto me today?

I say yes. But first, one more shot of whisky.

It’s time for bed.

Listen to more At The Drive-In. It’s good for you I promise.

Sean Carter

furioussean @ 2006-10-30T02:22:00

2006-10-30T10:31:19Z

my mouth is dry. i feel bubbles on my toung.

what can be said about the week that has passed?

i stayed home. didnt go to school. i worked 5 hours on friday.

hmm, i cant seem to recall friday night. oh wait, paladores show. same with sunday night.

from after the last show til tonight has been spent drinking and recovering.

i tried making some jelly candies. i'll see how they turn out in the morning.

also, i saw running with scissors. i really enjoyed it. theres much to be said about its emotional content. i encourage anyone to go see it. and if you dont like it, go fuck yourself. well, no, not really. only fuck yourself if you try and blame me for making you see what you think to be a bad movie.

i forgot how much i love radiohead.

i need to make something of myself. not because i have to, or because people expect me to. because i'm tired of this life. time to be more productive.

i dont like this. i'm going to just end with a quote...

"So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honor both. Go get him surgeons." - king duncan

its almost 4 am

2006-10-27T11:01:21Z

i cant sleep. again.

i'm afraid. i'm afraid that i'll never find the answers i'm looking for.

never have i struggled so much.

why was it so easy before? how did i come to have such faith, and then lose it?

my worst fear, is that it was all in vain. i want it to be real.

but i cant help but think everything about religion is bullshit.

lies. a fairy tale.

i cant keep living like this. i feel like i'm going crazy. i've never seen myself act so obsessively.

i need to sleep. i have work at eight.

arguably the best moment in cinima history...

2006-10-26T09:49:57Z

Walter Sobchak: Were you listening to The Dude's story, Donny?

The Dude: Walter...

Donny: What?

Walter Sobchak: Were you listening to The Dude's story?

Donny: I was bowling.

Walter Sobchak: So you have no frame of reference here, Donny. You're like a child who wanders into the middle of a movie and wants to know...

The Dude: (interrupting) Walter, Walter, what's the point, man?

Walter Sobchak: There's no reason - here's my point, dude, there's no fucking reason why these two...

Donny: Yeah, Walter, what's your point?

The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?

Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you... I'm not... We're talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.

Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?

The Dude: My rug.

Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you're out of your element!

The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about!?

Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about!? The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT... Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.

The Dude: Walter, this isn't a guy who built the fucking railroads here. This is a guy...

Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about?

The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!

Donny: He peed on the Dude's rug.

Walter Sobchak: Donny you're out of your element!

it's funny

2006-10-25T21:30:46Z

we can never move as fast as thought.

i hate my body.

i would kill myself to know

2006-10-25T10:44:09Z

I cannot sleep.

Questions. Questions have me awake. Tossing, and turning.

I took two shots of jager, but that didn’t seem to help.

I feel sick inside. I threw up not to long ago. I feel like I want to again.

There’s just too much we don’t know. Too much we’ll never know for sure. I don’t know what to believe anymore.

Why are we here? How did we get here? If it was God then which God? How is God, God?

I’m serious, how the fuck did we get here? Why am I alive? How is it that we know to love? How is it that people can pass these questions up with such ease and go on living bullshit lives?

I just threw up again.

Last night I had a dream.

It was dark. I was driving. I don’t remember seeing any road. This is probably why the next thing I felt was my car taking a nosedive into the ocean. As my now aquatic vessel was sinking, I decided this was it. The water rose above my head, and I did my best not to struggle as I breathed it in.

Everything went black. Then red. Then black.

In that moment of dying, I prayed to God and asked that I be taken into heaven. I asked for forgiveness of everything wrong I had done.

It was dark for a long time.

When I woke up, I was in a large room with no roof. The sky above was the brightest blue. All around me were massive pillars of ivory. The wall far in front of me covered in vines.

I stood in awe of where I was, and an overwhelming feeling of joy brings me to tears. I run as fast as I can out a gateway of sorts into the outer world to find a beautiful landscape of hills, green, marble buildings, more vines, people, PEOPLE!!

I kept running. With every step I tried my hardest to leap into the air. Considering an afterlife does exist, the prospect of human flight didn’t seem to far fetched. But it didn’t work. As I settled down, I noticed a large gathering of people near an amphitheater.

“What’s this all about?” I asked
“Signups”
“Signups for what?”
“The School of everything you ever wanted to see and know”

Again with the tears.

Everything? I can have proper knowledge about God and his motives? I’ll know how exactly gravity works? I can see how people before me lived? I can be whiteness to the battle of thermopylae! Be there to see Jesus crucified! I’ll be taken back to the origins of the universe and watch it expand in all of its glory!! I’ll know how the chemical composition of chocolate reacts with the taste buds, and then the exact reason for the euphoria that follows!

Everything.

And then I woke up.

In the entirety of human existence, there has never been a greater infliction of disappointment.

Why the fuck am I here? How did I get here?

Sean Carter

you are only coming through in waves

2006-10-23T09:05:48Z

your lips move, but i cant hear what youre saying.

i just want it all to be easy. knowing, thinking, creating, working, teaching, breathing, sleeping...loving...and fishing.

living.

but it is not. everything is unclear. undefined. i am talking about choices. what we choose to do may define us, but the proper choices to make are never defined for us.

thats because there are no proper choices. no paths to follow. life is as fickle as humanities idea's of its creator.

we, humans, women and men, brother and sister, have to decide for ourselfs what destiny lies before us. we can rely on no one, and should be influenced by no one. we must tear down every wall of mental conditioning which has done nothing but create a maze of no proper end within our minds. start from ground zero, and decide for ourselfs what makes sense, what doesnt, and what we should do with this newfound knowlage. and as it was implied in my second sentence, this is no easy task.

i wish it were.

now if you havnt already guessed, in the last year i've become quite cynical of religion, and the idea of an all powerful being. i wont get into it fully, but since i have brought up the subject of diety i will say this concerning life choices and the role of God.

IF a God does exist, and if that God is the God of the christian bible, i still believe without a doubt that God has no active role in the human experience. again with "if." even if this God did ever play part, the last thing he did was on the cross two thousand years ago.

we have to make it for ourselfs. no one can help us. no one should help us.

its all a cryin ass shame if you ask me.

sean carter

HIGH VOLTAGE INSIDE<> KEEP OUT

2006-10-22T08:47:40Z

maintain eight feet of clear space in front of doors

it would be weird to be like an electric box. what matters would be inside. its important. for everyone. electricity. and then, a shell. and outside of that shell, eight feet of maintained, clear space. i am seperate from the rest of the world.

as i sit in my protective box, i look out, to see a world that regards me with indifference, not caution. oh its true, i am important, and if you touch my copper inards you are likely to die. but there is no caution, only indifference in two forms.

first form. neglection. i see the world, from my bubble, as a world that depends on me. i watch it grow. sieze. collapse. play. run. but the world, does not see me. it might, in one fleeting moment, as it drives to work, skates by, takes a morning jog. but all it see's is a brown box with yellow stickers. maybe some bird shit. and thats it. theres nothing important. nothing sacred or powerful. only inconvenience when i may explode in the middle of the night because everyone decided to turn on their goddamn hair dryers on at the same time.

second form. a lack of regard for my structural integrity. they climb all over me. some jump off, some fall and cry. i'm talking about children. to them, i am but a small obstacle to be conquered. they have no understanding of what i am, or my purpose. they just, climb, and jump, and fall. i hope you scrape your knee so you can go cry home to mommy you little bastard. i fucking hate children.

if i could move, i would be all powerful. but i cant. i only cause things to move. but not to my will. i am only a means to anothers purpose.

men with skill enough to turn a screw driver open me and re-wire. not for my good, but for anothers. i am a means. i am used. i thought there was suposed to be a bubble, eight feet of maintained space, why the fuck are there plants growing all around me? its because i'm ugly.

i'm glad i'm not an electric box. i'm thankful for my autonomy. i dont want to be used. i want to be enjoyed. appreciated. reciprocated. contemplated. educated. proliferated. but never, ever, subjugated.

sean carter

i've got monsters on my brain...

2006-10-20T09:34:39Z

who doesnt have cancer these days?

no one seems to die of anything usefull.

what's even worth using? and why?

i wish i had a beard to hide behind. but i'm half asian. wheres the scotch/irish in me? hmm, well, i guess being 6' tall is better than having facial hair.

dont make me go home.

theres so much i dont want to do. but one thing is for damn sure, i'm making gummy bears. a lot of them. they'll be vegan freindly too.

i sure am glad i started using this again.

i hope more people like creedence. this should be fun if i forget what everyone thinks. i wouldnt mind a pat on the back though.

what is the best part of life?

we are not significant, but i'll be damned if everyone doesnt know who we were.

sean carter

Macbeth: act one, scene two

2006-10-20T02:49:09Z

Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valor's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to th' chops,
And fixed his head upon our battlements.

At two in the morning, when my body's not attatched to my head....

2006-10-20T02:33:09Z

An evening of ditching math and listening to Piebald offers acute senses of nostalgia.

I want a motercycle. As soon as i write a thousand good ass songs, and get the money for a motercycle, i'm going to leave.

i dont know where i'll go. anywhere that has a bar with plenty of whisky i suppose. play for tips, sink some ships. then burn that mother down and head for a new town.

sounds good to me.

to be free to experience. without fear of consiquence. gaining knowlage of nothing and everything.

to defy expectations.

why does all of this sound so cliche?

and why is it cliche when only a few are able to break free?

free from what? everything that sucks ass.

stick everything in your ears.

furioussean @ 2006-10-19T00:48:00

2006-10-19T07:42:00Z

"Fantastic," I said. But I could barely hear him. I was so wired that my hands were clawing uncontrollably at the bedspread, jerking it right out from under me while he talked. My heals were dug into the mattress, with both knees locked . . . I could feel my eyeballs swelling, about to pop out of the sockets.

"Finish the fucking story!" I snarled. "What happened? What about the glands?"

ten shots of irish whisky, and the day after.

2006-10-17T22:53:32Z

everything looks different yet still the same.

everythings bigger. either that or i'm smaller.

its all a dream. all of it. nothing looks real. its all far away, but at the same time you notice every detail.

people dont seem to understand your goddamn expressions.

sounds are fuzzy. but things you dont care about are very clear.

who the fuck is worried? i'm not.

wait, i am.

i wish the sun would stop shining on my eyeballs. it should be dark, all around me, but everywhere else should be light, so i can see. that way i dont run into things. i'll be like the shadow. but the word "shadow" would not be used figuratively, it would be real. wait no, it would have different implications. because i myself am not a shadow. but my imidiate surrounding area wuold be an image of darkness. hmmm, ponder that one for a while.

i'm not sad. i just hate the sun in my face right now. but i do like the idea of people not being able to see me. but i would like that only sometimes. because everyone knows sean carter loves attention. well, i dont know if its that or the fact i love being enjoyed. people should enjoy sean carter.

enjoyable. i like that as an adjective about myself. maybe its true. no, i know its true, people wouldnt befriend me if it wasnt.

shit, wasnt i talking about whisky?

furioussean @ 2006-04-28T03:00:00

2006-04-28T10:00:23Z

DeathAttack6: dude
so long Rocket: quiet down
so long Rocket: ill write you up for whatever i damn well please
DeathAttack6: what?
DeathAttack6: shutup
so long Rocket: oh sorry man
DeathAttack6: ok
DeathAttack6: so anyways
DeathAttack6: i just leanred, that in 15th-17 century england
DeathAttack6: there used to be guys that walked around on the street with a bucket and a blanket
DeathAttack6: and for one penny, you could take a crap in their bucket, while the cover you with the blanket
so long Rocket: what the gay??
DeathAttack6: yeah dude
DeathAttack6: talk about a shitty job
so long Rocket: GIGGITYGIGGITY GIGGITY
DeathAttack6: yeah
DeathAttack6: i found it alittle ridiculous
so long Rocket: as did i
so long Rocket: im sor freaking tired!
DeathAttack6: the same dudes would sometimes be hired to sclean out the public sespools
DeathAttack6: yeah me too
so long Rocket: theyy suck dude
DeathAttack6: hahaha
DeathAttack6: but i guess they made an ass load of money
DeathAttack6: or rather
DeathAttack6: a shitload
DeathAttack6: harharharharhar
so long Rocket: thats punny
DeathAttack6: hahahaha
DeathAttack6: good one
DeathAttack6: +5 pts.
so long Rocket: thanks
so long Rocket: you get +9 pys for your wit and clever puns
so long Rocket: pts*
DeathAttack6: ...
DeathAttack6: -1 pts. for the type
DeathAttack6: typo
DeathAttack6: shit!!
DeathAttack6: ok
DeathAttack6: enough of this nonsense
so long Rocket: HAHAHAHA!
DeathAttack6: i'm off to bed
so long Rocket: -7 points for trying to be an asshole and failing miserably
DeathAttack6: hahaha
DeathAttack6: touche
DeathAttack6: night dude
so long Rocket: i think we are even
so long Rocket: night
DeathAttack6: by the way
DeathAttack6: this is going on livejournal
DeathAttack6: i've been laughing so effing hard
so long Rocket: yes sweet!!!
so long Rocket: i havent been in anyones lj ....ever i think
DeathAttack6: well, "todays been a day of firsts"

rain rain, go away.

2006-04-05T03:21:00Z

so my truck broke.

the starter went out.

it cost 180 bux to get a new one.

then i had to replace it, with crapy tools in the pooring rain and in the mud.

being covered in mud and grease is not fun at all.

stupid truck.

stupid money.

stupid dirt.

stupid rain!!!!! it seriously ruins everything. i've been wanting to go skating for so long now. and everytime i try it starts raining.

no wonder more suicides happen in the NW than anywhere else.

i dont know why. but i had to save this.

2006-03-31T08:20:54Z

leonaloveslions: to tell you the truth i believe he's happy as a clam
DeathAttack6: hahaha
DeathAttack6: and clams are really happy
DeathAttack6: cuz you know
DeathAttack6: thats what theyre known for
DeathAttack6: being happy
DeathAttack6: and thats what he is
DeathAttack6: happy
DeathAttack6: just like a clam
DeathAttack6: man
DeathAttack6: you can even make soup out of him
DeathAttack6: chowder even
leonaloveslions: haha i would too
DeathAttack6: you would eat him?
DeathAttack6: holy crap
leonaloveslions: no
leonaloveslions: just make him soup
DeathAttack6: well, thats different than making soup OUT of him
DeathAttack6: i thought we were talking about clams here
DeathAttack6: jeez alicia
DeathAttack6: i mean
DeathAttack6: what the hell
DeathAttack6: you know?
DeathAttack6: seriously
DeathAttack6: shit man
DeathAttack6: thats it
DeathAttack6: i'm over this
DeathAttack6: forget we even mentioned clams
leonaloveslions: ok?
leonaloveslions: sorry
leonaloveslions: i like clams
DeathAttack6: hahahaha
DeathAttack6: well i dont
DeathAttack6: they happen to be my arch enemy
DeathAttack6: i'm pissed
DeathAttack6: i'm an atomic bomb layin mother effer
DeathAttack6: and some clams are gona die
DeathAttack6: tonight
DeathAttack6: we'll be making chowder!!
DeathAttack6: AHAHAHAHA!!!!!
leonaloveslions: CHOOOWWWDAHHH
DeathAttack6: thats right bitch!!!
DeathAttack6: sorry
DeathAttack6: i'm getting carried away
leonaloveslions: gasp!
leonaloveslions: you said bitch
leonaloveslions: or typed rather
DeathAttack6: yeah
DeathAttack6: i'm a cussy cussington
leonaloveslions: we're going the way of the sailor
DeathAttack6: ...
DeathAttack6: out to sea?
leonaloveslions: the cursing dear
DeathAttack6: right
DeathAttack6: well in that case
leonaloveslions: shit
leonaloveslions: shit
leonaloveslions: shit
leonaloveslions: ok i'm done
DeathAttack6: GIT ON THEE FOOKIN BOOT, BEFORE THEE BLOODY ENGLISH COME AND i give up
leonaloveslions: shit
leonaloveslions: ahahahaa
leonaloveslions: me too
DeathAttack6: man
DeathAttack6: its so fun to type cuss words
DeathAttack6: you dirty bitch
DeathAttack6: i'm just saying
DeathAttack6: i mean
DeathAttack6: shit man
DeathAttack6: dont hate
leonaloveslions: you just called me a dirty bitch
leonaloveslions: wow
leonaloveslions: sean youth pastor carter
DeathAttack6: no no no!!!
leonaloveslions: hahahahahahaa
DeathAttack6: i was just sayin!!
leonaloveslions: aaaaaaaaaaaahaha
DeathAttack6: i was!!
DeathAttack6: you were not on the receiving end of that comment
DeathAttack6: i promise
leonaloveslions: oh wow
leonaloveslions: man
DeathAttack6: yes
DeathAttack6: be in awe
DeathAttack6: off all that is man
DeathAttack6: ....
DeathAttack6: ME
leonaloveslions: i thougt jaimie was all that is man

and later...

leonaloveslions: you have straight hair
leonaloveslions: without aid of an iron
DeathAttack6: yeah
DeathAttack6: but even women have that
DeathAttack6: that just makes me a woman
leonaloveslions: hmmm
DeathAttack6: "wo" being a prefix for "less than"
DeathAttack6: oh!!
DeathAttack6: burn!!
leonaloveslions: wo means
leonaloveslions: woooooooo i'm excited
DeathAttack6: soooo, women are just excited men that make exciting noises?

this is kinda gross, but man was it funny..

2006-03-14T07:49:03Z

so long Rocket: you dumb bysshe
so long Rocket: bronte humping son of a bysshe
DeathAttack6: yeah whatever, why dont you take your dickinson and shove it up your hass
so long Rocket: ooooooooooooooh snap
DeathAttack6: yes!!
DeathAttack6: point one for sean!!
so long Rocket: i hope you come down with a fierce case of george crabbs
DeathAttack6: well you can just go drink a glass of e.e. cummings
so long Rocket: OH SICK!
so long Rocket: that was gross
DeathAttack6: hahahaha!!!!
so long Rocket: you win
DeathAttack6: and while youre at it, i'm sure you'd enjoy a nice helping of frost up your henry david thoreou
so long Rocket: why dont you suck a Dickinson
so long Rocket: im sick of you shelley
so long Rocket is away at 10:39:13 PM.

furioussean @ 2006-03-13T23:18:00

2006-03-14T07:19:06Z

there is so much that we will never know.

i was watching a program on comets. what they are, where they come from. and so much of what they had to say was just speculation. as far as matters of space, we only really know what sight, math, and physics can tell us. but what about actually going and seeing for ourselfs.

in this lifetime i doubt i'll ever get to see and touch another planet. i doubt i'll get to see for myself what our solar system looks like from space. i wish i could though. isnt this suposed to be the future? where are our space ships? i want one of those.

space isnt all i was thinking about though. what about god? again, there is so much that i think i'll never get to know. math...what the heck is math? i dont know. and will i ever really understand? philosophy. can we ever really know truth? or is it again, all just speculation? how much can we really be sure of? will we ever really know?

what the heck is in the middle of the earth? explain to me again why we know for sure?

whats at the bottom of the ocean? what about the oceans on jupiters moons? and how exactly do you know for sure theres water on those moons?

how the hell does gravity work? or electricity? and if we think we know everthing about electricity, why is almost everything about it still theory?

why does life exist? not how, or why in a casual sence of the question. but what really makes us tick? what about our body is so amazing that it can move, eat, and invent the internet?

what really happened to the dinosours? how did our earth really come into existance? is there life on other planets?

whats going on in her head? what are her intentions? what should i do? will this end before it starts? just like all the other times? did it even begin? what does she really think of me? why did i get myself into this?

i want to know.

play this game and listen to the music. its soothing.

http://www.addictinggames.com/shootforthesky.html

furioussean @ 2006-03-10T22:35:00

2006-03-11T06:36:01Z

i hate the cold.

i was suposed to work today. we had a huge job all the way out in yucca valley. as soon as we got there we noticed it was like 30 degrees. we worked for about a half an hour then it started snowing...hard. so we couldnt work, and had to drive all the way back home. so there was almost 4 hours of driving for absolutly nothing. i'm pissed, because if we had gotten this job done today this woulda been a $450 week for me. thats not bad for working only 3 days. but this stupid storm messed it all up.

i wanted to go skating tonight too. but nope, weather is gay as hell.

and now i have the flu...AGAIN! stupid cold weather. stupid rain. you ruin everything.

i hate this. i live in california for the sunshine, not the cold.

i have an idea. i'm going to get super rich and have a winter home in australia. so when it gets cold here, i can go there and be nice and warm, then come back here when its spring and summer.

i hate this cold. i hate it!!

on a happy not pissed off note. my band should be playing in riverside at the end of this month at s.o.s. project with some good bands. i'll keep everyone posted.

furioussean @ 2006-03-04T01:41:00

2006-03-04T09:41:19Z

man, i've been goin to alot of shows latly.

it feels good.