Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

i just passed a lady in the hall that seemed to be fighting tears with all her beautiful might.

vacant college halls at night time make my eyes smile.


i think i just kicked a test's ass.

Finally!!!! One that's not depressing!

if i were you, i would go here now.

then i would start singing a song out loud. i hear its good for the brain. and for the heart.


on a very happy, ecstatic note: i just found some BAD ASS death metal!

Azure Ray

I took a midnight ride over a seas of doubts, the water so cool so calm, so black. A little boy held my hand and told me everything would be okay. As my Oliphaunt flew over the waters a Song appeared in my ears and sang a pretty tune. I saw stars and dark blues and sunrises and people lining the shore of a beach in Black suits, staring at me. The didn't say anything but just stood there with their arms by their side, they eyes wide open, and their mouths shut tight.
I think I saw a young one wave to me as I passed on into another dream.

Which One Is Da Hardest?

don't ask diss cause diss can't tell.

yesterday i went to atlanta with a friend. we went to little five shopping for pedro original print cd's or lp's. didnt find any. we drove over near glenwood and ate at The Earl. yummy.
then we went and saw Memoirs of a Geisha. it wasnt really that good.

man, the last two movies i saw really sucked. i hope Munich doesnt suck.

I woke up crying last night. Not just crying, but sobbing. A sadness has hung over my day like a dreary cloud over a cold cold lake.

The things that haunt my mind at night aren't killers or ghouls or dead things. I suppose you could say they are the "living dead".

The Boogie Men in my dreams are Fathers and Mothers that won't stop doing drugs. They are Fathers that can't communicate to their children. They are mothers that are so far removed from reality that they dare not come back. They are children having to teach their parents. They are children who go out into the world trying to live like who they were never taught to be.

These are the things that haunt my dreams at night.

I will be reading The Silmarillion.

I finished The Little Prince.

It's pretty dope but alas pretty sad. Why are all kids books so sad?

I'm still working on Thoreau's Essay on Walking. It's pretty dope.

While on poop breaks in my home I read The Communist Manifesto.

I'm not sure what I want to read next.

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One story tells how Belle's new love was John Corbett. Corbett fought quite a bit with Jesse Conway, who carried the mail. Corbett decided he should plan a way to get rid of Conway, before Conway got rid of him. Corbett planned a party at a saloon in Arland, knowing Conway and his friends would come. Conway did come, and he and his friends got wild and started shooting out the lights and windows. Belle Drewry pulled out a gun and killed Jesse Conway. His partners pulled him out of the saloon, tied him on a saddle horse and took off. The story continues that the next night, one or more of Conway's friends killed Belle Drewry and three other women in town. The town of Arland dried up rapidly after that.

bad things to such good people

i saw Siriana last night with some Ringgold friends.

i guess its a good movie if you know a lot about oil and USA/MidEastern politics. other than that it was one of those movies that leaves you kinda thinking "What the hell did all of that have to do with each other?"

people from Ringgold make me feel good.

and that's a good thing.

Martin Luther King Jr.

he was pretty sweet.

he helped people.

he made it to where people all over america can go see movies at matinee prices.


i met a guy who hated ole Martin Luther once.

Don't hang me on a hook, my mother hung me on a hook once. Once.

there is a philosphy professor at Dalton State College. he wrote this.

In My Head There Is A Greyhound Station

far off destinations....

tonight there will be a John Lull concert at Berry College. My ass is gonna be all over dat like white on rice. it will be tighter than Bowser's Trousers, Saturday Night Fever Slacks, and G's with Pimp Hats.

the structural integrity of my McDonald's cup was lacking.

i embark on a journey: to decide whether or not i want a relationship with my dad, and to apply at several locations for work-

a temp agency
the college (landscaping)
Home Depot
Lowe's
Wal-Mart
maybe a 3rd shifter at a carpet mill

damn ive sold my soul to the devil.

It's Official!

The divorce rate in Dalton is 152%, that is, for every one hundred marriages in Dalton there is 152 divorces.

we are the divorce capitol of the world.

my sociology class is going to be awesome, despite the fact that is from 7- 10 pm.

capitalism. industry. socialism.

education.

Trees, Music, Classes and Ghost Recon 2

Old man take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Twenty-Four and there's so much more.-
Neil Young

today i begin my two new classes with hopes of making A's and being able to get the Hope Scholarship for this Fall.

Sociology and Macroeconomics. Associate of Arts, General Studies.

yep that's right, im a General Studier.

two weeks ago i listened to a lot of Lovedrug and Kerith Ravine. last week i listened to a lot of Neil Young's Harvest.

i planted a lot of trees for my mom and my grandmother. that was lots of fun. i forgot the feeling of planting beautiful things in desolate places and how it makes you feel so good inside.

What Do I Do?

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