| Thursday, January 7th, 2010 |
zamiel
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10:05a |
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zamiel
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5:30a |
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| Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 |
austinwolfclaw
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4:01p |
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baxil
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12:34p |
Zeroes, zeroes, zeroes mean so much
The current playlist of the moment on my hyPod*: " One More Mile," Muddy Waters " 10 Miles," Infernal " 100 Miles," Bad Company " 1,000 Miles," Vanessa Carlton " 10,000 Miles," Mary Chapin Carpenter [or Juno Reactor]" 100,000 Miles," Spearhead/Michael Franti " Million Miles," Bob Dylan [or Fuel]" 10 Million Miles," Patty Griffin " 93 Million Miles," 30 Seconds To Mars (Other notables: 8, 20, 25, 500) See also.-- * Term via ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) momentrabbit, though I am really stretching its original usage: "a hyPo-thetical musical Device that plays songs that don't exist yet". (source) Here I'm speaking more in the sense of "my imaginary music player that has whatever arbitrary (albeit real) songs on it that I need to in order to make my current point." Current Mood:  amusedCurrent Music: "How Many Miles To Babylon," Yngwie Malmsteen |
zamiel
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12:33p |
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akirashima
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1:24p |
and suddenly i grew taller. I am not sure how tall i became but i was stretched til i was thin and lanky. My fingers like gnarled branches of pale dead wood. glass like talons sprouting where once was only fingernails. I moved experimentally. i was like a ferret in my flexibility. almostr as if my torso no longer had bones. even though i was now painfully thin i was very strong. the SUV near me was if it was a toy. And in childish glee i tossed it at the nearest tank. there was an explosion and screams. somehow i stopped caring anymore. A great hunger gnawed in me. I looked about and noted a strange feeling as if someone were tossing rocks at me. little pebbles. There was a person with a gun shooting me. I laughed at the utter absurdity of it all. Bullets that once would have rent my flesh asunder now only were the merest of sensations yet i could feel the air itself. every little current. i could feel the individual threads in my shredded clothing that still grasped on me. I reached out with surprising speed and accuracy and knocked the gun from his hands and picked him up like a struggling doll. He hung in my grasp fighting against it. all around me sounds of panic and confusion. i borught him closer to me and looked deep into his eyes. My hunger knew no bounds, but curiosity was stronger now. he froze as i looked in and i began to know things about him. his memories and feeling flooded into me but did not overwhelm. it was more like watching a film or something. suddenly they stopped and i was snapped back into reality as i felt more little rocks on my flesh. the tender heat of explosions. warm and satisfying. the man in my grasp was now dead. his own people killed him. all those dreams and hopes now dead. this angered me like no other thing this day. Towering above them all i strode into the midst of them and swung my great long taloned arms and sliced them and their toys into ribbons of metal and scarlet flesh. The scent of flesh and blood finally won over me and i began to feed as well. The warmth of the fresh blood was unlike anything i had ever tasted. it was addictive and i could not get enough. i grabbed someone and drank fresh from their neck while the blood pumped hot and fierce in them. it was absolute rapture! Soon i was lost in an orgy of destruction. when i finally came round it was near dawn. the town was devastated and the corpses littered the streets and broken buildings. I looked at my now gore caked hands and body... weeping i left the scene and sought refuge from the horror. the horror i once fought against that i had now become. |
zamiel
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10:06a |
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zamiel
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1:35a |
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| Tuesday, January 5th, 2010 |
arctic_puma
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8:55p |
When it rains it pours.. a lot has been taken away from me recently, and it seems the torrential downpour has not stopped yet. |
zamiel
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1:53p |
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austinwolfclaw
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4:01p |
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akirashima
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1:31p |
... i just realized i have a shirt that i still wear that is older than someone that has been hitting on me... |
zamiel
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10:07a |
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zamiel
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6:45a |
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| Monday, January 4th, 2010 |
zamiel
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11:35p |
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arctic_puma
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6:51p |
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zamiel
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5:55p |
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ampersand
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12:14p |
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zamiel
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10:05a |
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bluesoul
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7:00a |
alright is it possible im from another dimension? like a alternate reality... cuz if not... shes freaking lying and i wish i had more evidence to prove it... so once again the issue of alyssa delay of me going to LA came up... now i thought I wouldve been so pissed that i wouldve wrote about it in LJ but nope... didn't... the only trace elements of what was going down do not mention the BS story she told me about the photographer and the maid... quick summary... i was told at first lyss had a modeling gig in LA with some guy that was gonna pay both her way and mine... so i waited and waited and waited... it cost me my job in LA... finally she said that ohh the guy's maid fucked up the tickets... then there was no maid just a guy trying to fuck her or something... then if i remember right it came out that there was no gig and it was just a ploy to keep me here... tonight its been changed to something about having a gig but being stuck in the hospital and thinking i had already left to LA after seeing her last... BS my LJ proves we spoke for a while after renee left for LA... my lJ proves I packed twice... it proves that I was waiting on a call about finding out when the tickets were for... it shows me wanting to talk more to Alyssa about what was going on... maybe Lyss forged some new memory of events to cover up the fact that i was seriously close to killing her and for a while i hated her over this... or it is the simple truth that she is lying now... as a side effect i had to read over how i was when i was in love with renee... wow if i loved her then... it makes me wonder if its possible for me to love again... because i do not or have not felt that way ever since i lost Renee... i seriously died inside i guess... http://bluesoul.livejournal.com/2004/11/06/http://bluesoul.livejournal.com/2004/11/10/http://bluesoul.livejournal.com/2004/11/19/http://bluesoul.livejournal.com/2004/11/25/ |
zamiel
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| Sunday, January 3rd, 2010 |
akirashima
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8:04p |
well they say that what you are doing on the new year as it changes with kinda set the theme for the entire year. i find it often happens this way. i am really hoping it holds true that way. cause i had fun and made food for people who liked it and played games and even though we lost it was still fun losing. (i was the first one devoured by the Old One. but then fat is where all the flavour is :P) Anyway i am really hoping for a much better much more prosperous and peaceful new year this year and well 2009 could not end enough for me. Now all we have to do is hope Dave gets a good local job and such. hell i may even be able to finally open my little business. |
5arah
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3:36p |
Cold War 1/2/10
Uberbyte - Aeon This Morn' Omina - Momentum I Ah Cama-Sotz - Bad Days (Meet The Catz Mix) Everything Goes Cold - Bitch Stole My Time Machine Rabbit Junk Vs Cyanotic - I Vote Bolshevik Lite (Glitch Mode Mix) --- Everything Goes Cold - I've Sold Your Organs On The Black Market To Finance The Purchase Of A Used Minivan Babyland - You Will Never Have It (Swing Mix by Sonny) --- Everything Goes Cold - The Droids You're Looking For 13th Monkey - Aktrus --- Shaolyn - Face Down Scooter - One (Always Hardcore) --- Parasite Twin - Poker Face Alter Der Ruine - Relax And Ride It --- Everything Goes Cold - Fail (Everything Goes Electro Mix By Babyland) Aesthetic Perfection - The Siren --- Kiew - Käferfrühstück (7 Uhr Edit)* Perfection Plastic - Control (C2 Mix) Captive Six - Interrogation Faderhead - TZDV See Colin Slash - You And Your Commie Friends *=request |
35mmblackwhite
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4:21p |
Waiting to fill up on gas, aprehensive about my commitment to cook healthy detox recipes to be more healthy. I am sick of being fat and I need something solid to ground me into eating well. I have taken a big step by picking out recipes and now I am on my way to the grocery. I hope I can find everything fast because I want to get home and start cooking. I gotta get ready for the cold! Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
boixboi
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3:40p |
The staff of life
My winter break from classes is about five weeks long. Besides offering a chance to recoup (somewhat, I still have work), it has allowed me to get back to one of my favorite activities: cooking. One of my big gifts for Christmas this year was Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I've already tried four recipes from it, which have turned out between very good and great (in case you're wondering, I've made scallops a la parisienne, beef bourguignon, soubise, and gratin of potatoes, sausage, and onions). I also had a chance to make one of my favorite breakfast dishes, an egg casserole with white wine and dry mustard. Taz and I have been experimenting with a few new toys for coffee as well, including a nice grinder and an espresso machine, plus some high quality beans my brother sent me from a local roaster. I tried scrapple for the first time, and was completely surprised by just how much I liked it. The texture takes a little getting used to, but the cornmeal flavor with that little bit of meat to it is just wonderful. Current Mood:  hungry |
