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I want a double axis diffraction grating attachment for my glasses.
Basic Account, Created on 24 January 2004 (#1992847), Last updated on 7 February 2013 [Gift]
- 475 journal entries
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- Name:
- Fucking Fuck
- Birthdate:
- 8 June 1984
- Location:
- Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States
- External Services:
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- tsubume@livejournal.com
- kryqux
- kryqux
- Schools:
- Allen High School - Allen, TX (2001 - 2002)Alfred M. Barbe High School - Lake Charles, LA (2002)Louisiana State University - Baton Rouge, LA (2003 - present)Walker High School - Walker, LA
- Interests: (114)
- "i just happened upon...", always the runner, anthropology, astronomy, baton rouge, being called "angel", being called "cherry", being called "fraggle", being called "velveeta", being goddamned honest, being invisible, blue, brown eyes, central heterochromia, cheesy 80s movies, chelsea comeaux, chrono trigger, chuck taylors, circles, coheed and cambria, coke and rum, cold leftover pizza, compilation cds, creativity, crying to relieve pressure, dawson's creek, deep sleep, deep space, donnie darko, e.e. cummings, earthbound, epic, eyelashes, friendly people, futurism, getting lost in libraries, girls with braces, going to local shows, gummi bears, hot asian guys, hum, humor, imagination, insomnia, izzo's, izzo's illegal burrito, j.d. salinger, jacob o'neil, jason and yukon, jimi hendrix, joey lauren adams, junior anti-sex league, justin parks, kaitlyn michelle cooley, killswitch engage, king square, kingdom of loathing, kissing a smoker, kissing for hours, kurt vonnegut jr., leftward ponytails, let it happen, louie's cafe, lsu, magick, malcolm x, men with accents, my cheshire bat, my disco bandit, never doing drugs, nicole blackman, otters, panties, peni, pepsi products, physics, physics majors, pretty girls, pretty moments, pretty smiles, pretty songs, raising cane's, ralph waldo emerson, ramen noodles, red, rpgs, ruby, secondhand smoke, self, shane the trumpet, shaun peterson, skirts, small brown bike, smirnoff ice, spontaneous escapades, stephen hebert, sunlight, sunny day real estate, super nes, taco bell, taking long naps, taking long walks, talking to people, the deep south, the junior anti-sex league, the smell of crayons, through space to nothing, tool, tori amos, vodka, vodka and red bull, walking barefoot, weezer, working the night shift
- Bio
I'm happy with a dead-end job, sufficient alcohol, and frequent peanut butter cups. 
for pseudo-poetry, go here: [ link ]
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Josh Carroll: "But you refuse to believe in a God who has ultimate power over you. I just wonder whether or not it's a pride issue."
Neal Boyd: "Speaking for myself, I can honestly say that pride plays no part in my lack of belief in a cosmic sky fairy. if anything, the one with pride is the one that believes that an omniscient, supernatural creature created a universe that revolves around humanity, and there's even more pride in the equation when you convince yourself that this being, who would surely have better things to do with his/her time, has set up a system that grants an eternal cosmic toga party (after death) based on how well you stick to the messages written inside an ancient, magical book. In my case, a lack of god belief makes me humble. I know my place in the universe, and I appreciate that that place is very small."
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phoenix - if i ever feel better
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
It's like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can't control
They say love ain't nothing but a sore
I don't even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don't you know I'm so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won't tell
Whatever it is it can't be named
There's a part of my world that's fading away
You know I don't want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there's much more dignity
In defeat than the brightest victory
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...
Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I'm feeding the enemy
I'm in league with the foe
Blame me for what's happening
I can't try, I can't try, I can't try...
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I missed the call
The stormy days ain't over
I've tried and lost, now I think that I pay the cost
Now I've watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait...
It's like somebody took my place
I ain't even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn't know
There are things in my life I can't control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There's a part of my life that will go away
Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I'll come through I don't know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know