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here's to six more years

]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/26211668/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/26211668/ Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:45:01 PDT To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp, dragging along the hump of the floor. Sobbing from the smacking mouth of the demagogue wells, making wisecracks, spilling from the corners with their pink flinches, second glancing their every move.
It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings, a porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans, while it read aloud from it's favorite books, in glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths, following a slow and patient wait, a mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover.
Under the wall, the ships smeared by faithfully talking the magnum fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup.
They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes, a lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers.
It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire.
It hacked off the central headpiece to the collective.
It wrote them a message in the marrow of the knife, with the extension of Baphomet* transfusion.
Glued to the animals, perversions of their former selves, patiently biting their fingernails looking for a clue.
As soon as it failed to appear, the faithful fell under the spell of public execution.
It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual, and all for nothing, promising salvation, but only flags came swarming around for a better taste.
What was left were the scraps, dressed in animal skin, defiled servants holding their breath, fatherless culprits blaming their kin, waiting for an answer.
They thought a day would come, or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal, some sort of indication.
Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes filled with the decapitated remains, found sealed in sand.
It only stained the conscious for a brief moment, then came disgust.
Realizing there was nothing to it, people began collapsing in collective states of drought.
Palm-size vents heating in the chest, cluttering the graph, a bladder full of remains.
Nothing became of them because nothing was the reason, an apathetic display dripping into vats of obesity.
The feud had been sucking teeth for some time now, but the only baggage that paraded about was the curtain epidermis unfolded in an inebriated suit.
The fit came suffocating, feathering the boa-constricted paleness, frostbitten, and shovel-faced.
It came before them in utter confidence, flares of pink owls in the nest of albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind.
It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one.
All the churches were converted into quarantine facilities, inside them grew bacterial stubble compacted by larvae, contracting and teething.
A newborn litter degradively sufficient, running from the horse collarbone, amongst the murmuring femurs wimpering in fractures.
"Are you the polaroid shot you thought you were?", it said with a coy smirk.
With the position now vacant, it waltzed right in and made itself at home.
Seduced by the empty nominations at the altar of broken ballot boxes, closer to that nothingness that everyone seemed to embrace.
As it pissed all over them, the sigh of relief steamed off the soaking depressants, an impending sleep was on it's way.

]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/22463178/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/22463178/ Thu, 08 Jan 2009 01:15:51 PST

the sun is dim and ray less in January.




New, dark pieces.



update and upload soon

]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/18045716/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/18045716/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 21:48:45 PDT



new works done and ready.

TOOOOOO.....
be up soooonnnnnnn.

]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/17208978/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/17208978/ Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:12:42 PST




i hate relationships

]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/11982390/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/11982390/ Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:51:44 PST

and meanings


by


artm
-----------------


On any other day, this cold would be unbearable
-numb mind

This body has stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped everything.
-sleepy.

Everyone thinks it's cute when I cry.
-it's not

You know that ringing in your ears that, as myth has it, is supposed to mean that somebody is thinking about you. Well multiply that by a thousand or so and you're almost there.
-inner pain

My brain was floating somewhere, going before the rest of the body.
-sleep.

irony can grow very hungry.
-luck

It's the end that matters, and to hell with the means.
- no afterlife

There was just something about what was said that filled me up so fast with tears and hate.
-anna nicole coverage

Nobody really said anything to me. Nobody knew what to call me anymore.
- addict.

Like gravity.
-sleepiness

This is the first time I remember being afraid of abduction by aliens.
-8yr watching X files in the dark XD


No, really. I'm actually afraid of this shit.
-ghosts and paranormal

Milk Carton Kids are staring at you from the breakfast table
-this sad little world

My lips taste the dirt.
-coffee

Meanings and artwork only last so long.
- even eternity has it's cold corners

It's grown, changed, rounded, fattened, filled and puffed out.
-my face


Instead I watch the ants crawl over her face.
-bad dreams


--------------

To be finished.

]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/9092828/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/9092828/ Sat, 17 Jun 2006 02:42:56 PDT ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/8622063/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/8622063/ Sat, 29 Apr 2006 14:05:20 PDT I've been struck dumb by a voice that
speaks from deep beneath the endless waters.
It's twice as clear as heaven,
and twice as loud as reason.
It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed,
and just as neverending.
The current's mouth below me,
opens up around me.
Suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds, and drowns, and sweeps me awaaaaaaaaay.
But I'm so comfortable... so comfortable.
(shut up 4x) you're saturating me.
How could I let, this bring me back to my knees?

Third time in!
I've been baptized by your voice.
it screams from deep beneath the cold black water.
and it's half as high as heaven,
and half as clear as reason.
it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed,
and just as neverending.
The current's mouth below me,
opens up around me.
Suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me awaaaaaaaaay.
But I'm so comfortable. Too comfortable.
(shut up 4x) you're saturating me.
How could, I let, this happen?
Why don't you kill me,
I am, weak and, numb and, insignificant,
how could, I let, this bring me back to my knees?

eu-pho-ri-a
eu-pho-ri-a
i-a
i-a
eu-pho-ri-a

I'm back doooooown.
I'm in the undertooow.
I'm helpless and I'm awaaaake,
I'm in the undertooow.
IIII'll die in the undertow.
It doesn't seem that there's a waaay,
ouuut of the undertowwww.
euuuuuuuuu-phoooooooo-riiiiiiii-aaaaaaaaaa ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/7921521/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/7921521/ Fri, 17 Feb 2006 00:26:26 PST ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/7199819/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/7199819/ Fri, 02 Dec 2005 00:47:24 PST
In other Matt Reeverts News:


Been Home 6 months now, Haven't done a fucking thing. No job, No Car.... just parties, parties, parties. It's fun.

ummmm Anime sucks.




:woot: Peace Bitches. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/6031668/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/6031668/ Mon, 25 Jul 2005 15:31:43 PDT


Im back, thats right.
I was in the army BCT (Basic Combat Training)
I got discharged because my hand is screwed up still....but yea. i was gone for 4 1/2 months. now i can continue the 'art'ing that I was doing before i went out on a limb and joined the fucking army.

Hang tight!!!!

I'll have some more art soon.



-MRout- ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3759773/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3759773/ Fri, 05 Nov 2004 11:10:42 PST ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3728881/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3728881/ Mon, 01 Nov 2004 20:42:27 PST ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3658939/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3658939/ Sat, 23 Oct 2004 21:06:49 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3520492/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3520492/ Tue, 05 Oct 2004 16:21:41 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3507129/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3507129/ Sun, 03 Oct 2004 22:40:33 PDT If they catch you smokin they’re bound to drop the dime
Insufferable informa crazy fools wait:
With their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
And in the evening when we try to jam,
We like the music loud in this here band
We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
Somebody always gotta turn informa for the man
I want to know right now is there one of you in the crowd
Are you gonna call 911
And spoil all of my fun
You crazy fool I’m in the mood
Get ready come on now, load up the bong, crank up the song,
Let the informa call 911
And when security police force want to arrive
Don’t try to run, don’t try to hide
Just pull out the .9 pop in the clip
And let one slip into these crazy fools

"Sublime - Get Ready" ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3450467/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3450467/ Sun, 26 Sep 2004 12:07:13 PDT As the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near.

The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.

I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.

Through autumns golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lay undisturbed now

Cause you're not here.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me.
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.

A gentle rain pours softly on my weary eyes.
As if to hide a lonely tear.
My life will be forever autumn


"Moody Blues - Forever Autumn" ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3394724/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3394724/ Sat, 18 Sep 2004 21:34:50 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3383928/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3383928/ Fri, 17 Sep 2004 11:29:57 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3372585/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3372585/ Wed, 15 Sep 2004 19:12:20 PDT are you fingernails being removed ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3287582/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3287582/ Sat, 04 Sep 2004 18:57:16 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3272069/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3272069/ Thu, 02 Sep 2004 17:14:03 PDT


Music: Alice in chains - Down in a hole ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3209592/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3209592/ Wed, 25 Aug 2004 11:17:22 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3182280/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3182280/ Sat, 21 Aug 2004 18:22:51 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3174907/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3174907/ Fri, 20 Aug 2004 18:48:34 PDT
I should be dead

[link]

the red car was mine, my 1986 mercury lynx.
I was lucky the only injury I got was a broken hand, it's toast, every bone is broke...but i'm alive so it's good.

I caused it so i'm gunna get raped in court ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3143100/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/3143100/ Mon, 16 Aug 2004 22:10:47 PDT
- except from my novel


Im Writing alot lately and im kinda going into social reclusion. oh well. my friends are all going to college anyways. Sucka M.C.'s is me they resentin' in the animal kingdom they call it presentin'. Word. Less time on Deviant art till friday when i can get a faster modem. wow. i didnt journal for the whole month of july. sorry folks. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2757546/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2757546/ Mon, 28 Jun 2004 17:47:10 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2730327/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2730327/ Thu, 24 Jun 2004 20:57:31 PDT please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it, you got it, you got it)
if the words that matter reach your face from floor
will you be wondering if, or (do I need what is given or honest)
does it cost me scarring if the words stay true
even number your nephew (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore)

[Chorus:]
and when the answer that you want
is in the question that you state
come what may
come what may
[x2]

in a pain that buckles out your knees
could you stop this if I plead (you got it, you got it, you got it)
so destined I am to walk among the dark
a child in keeping secrets from (will they know what I've done in the after)
in the sought for matter when the words blame you
in a blood red summer I'll give you (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it)

[Chorus]

what did I do to deserve
what did I do to deserve
this? this?
[x2]

[ad libs]
wa oh wa ooooh
wa oh oh oh woah

what did I do to deserve
what did I do to deserve
this? this?
[x3]

what did I do to deserve
what did I do

Coheed and Cambria


this song is basically my summer so far. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2706274/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2706274/ Sun, 20 Jun 2004 18:40:24 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2654784/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2654784/ Sun, 13 Jun 2004 23:13:57 PDT
the story begins on the evening of june, 14th at about 8:00 p.m., the quiet streets surrounding the coloninal village mini-mall would soon be witness to a horrible and hanase crime known only as "the teddy napping incident of 2004". Never again would landfill bound stuffed animals be safe in the comfort of trash recepticals again, for four evil souls, would rape the innocent of trash and forever soil the face of humanity.
To protect the innocence the names of the victim animals are brown and grizzly.
the first victim would be brown, brown's profile is about 2' 1" with a big red bow and a smile that could warm any childs heart. browns journey to the landfill was suppose to be a step in a childs life where he lets go to his infantile belonging and sets forth an age of adolensce, but the opportunity was torn to pieces by four angered souls, bent on "having a good time". Browns capture was quite fast a grab from the trash by the neck and pulled into the already moving car. After being captured brown was victim to disgusting acts of both sexual, and physical abuse,but this was not the end for our friend. after the assaulting ceased the four strapped him into a strange truck and departed. silence crept over brown. where was he? where would he go? fear entangled his physce and froze his stuffed spine.
you'd think that would have been enough for the four. but no. they craved MORE. they then returned to capture grizzly. grizzly capture excluded sexual assault but this doesnt mean he wasn't frozen from fear. The Capturing male held grizzly out the window and shreacked in a both native and horrible tone, frightening innocent men. grizzly too ended up in the same spot as his proceeder, tied in a truck destined for the unknown.
These events prove two things:
1.) the streets are progressivly becoming more violent and frightening.
and
2.) Yah see! Money cant buy all happiness. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2622455/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2622455/ Wed, 09 Jun 2004 16:28:02 PDT
No income.

BUT I AM HAVING FUN! AND i'll be going to the atlantic ocean with me buddy soon. i'll be a trip and a half. HAHA weeeeeeeeee. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2585989/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2585989/ Fri, 04 Jun 2004 22:40:52 PDT that we sink
not falling in...
not falling in...
we've all been tied to words
that we sink
not falling in...
not falling in...

dont know what I want to do
and I hope that I never do
dont know what I want to do
and I hope that I never do
dont know what I want from you
and I hope that I never do
dont know what I want to do
and I hope that I never do

dropping anchor

weve all been tied to words
that we sink
not falling in...
not falling in...
weve all been tied to words
that we sink
not falling in...
not falling in...

and I will not play my hand just yet
and I will...not and I will not
play my hand just yet
and I will...not cant believe
though I know I said it
kick myself
but I wont regret it

dropping anchor
dropping anchor

dropping anchor


DROPPING AN-CHOR! ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2570592/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2570592/ Wed, 02 Jun 2004 22:56:29 PDT Im jobless.
I seek no guidance and i'm lonely.
God help my soul. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2539197/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2539197/ Sat, 29 May 2004 22:35:07 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2538295/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2538295/ Sat, 29 May 2004 20:07:41 PDT

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW HAHAHAHAHAHAH WOOP! ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2524304/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2524304/ Thu, 27 May 2004 20:08:22 PDT
New News:
- Single (Still)
- Working sux ( i would know)
- havent shaved (since Friday)
- Schools over (forever)
- Graduations sunday night (woot!) ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2508912/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2508912/ Tue, 25 May 2004 20:11:57 PDT
thats how I do. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2501498/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2501498/ Mon, 24 May 2004 20:46:43 PDT
alot has happened in my life in the past three days, both horrible and sad and sad and, um, horrible. yeah so nothing really good has happened, except for whittney, she's the only one who is listening to me right now and I'm thankful. I'm not sure I like how loosly she uses the word "love" but I think I can see where and how she's using it. It's a Frienly use, I like that. It's reassuring, she it very nice and is also really, really cute.

anyways,

I miss the crap outa kayley, but, it's for the better. I wish I could talk to her still, but it would appear she thinks otherwise. so be it.
The Setting sun is soon followed by the rising sun. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2489775/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2489775/ Sun, 23 May 2004 10:47:21 PDT
well I guess if she doesnt care EITHER DO I. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2480446/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2480446/ Fri, 21 May 2004 22:32:32 PDT
was the worst day of my life.
I lost a loved one to fate and another to my bad judgement.

My grandfather pasted away this morning from cancer. I commented last night about him and today he left this place. I wish to join him someday. soon.

My Perfect girlfriend. I love her and i lost her tonight when I thought I caught her cheating on me, I said a few things that pushed legality and I felt as if I needed to make it up to her. I care so much about her. I once heard a corny quote, " If you love something enough, you'll set it free. " Kayley, I want you to have the time of your life, and i would like to tell you that i'm hear if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to lean on. I want to be a friend and I want to listen to your problems and give you advice. I want to be here for you. I dont want this time spent together to be wasted on my stupid choices I make. Maybe someday we can hook back up, but you need your space, and for once I think I need mine, but if there's one thing I can tell you and be 100% truthfull about it's the fact that I do in fact love you. " you never know how much something means to you until it's gone" another corny quote. I hope you read this and understand my bad choices that I can barely figure out, P.S. ( I owe you $31) ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2472657/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2472657/ Thu, 20 May 2004 19:35:54 PDT
I'm almost done with high school, It's kind of scary to think about, the real world. Change. The Future. Life. Death.

The world is cruel.
Late march last year my grandfather was diagnosed with a brain tumor and then cancer. he's on his death bed today. they're only predicting a few more days for him. I love the guy and i hate to see him go, but i know it's gunna happen weather i like it or not and one day it'll happen to me. I visited him the other day and he smiled when he saw me, that smile will stay with me for the rest of me life. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2454050/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2454050/ Tue, 18 May 2004 08:40:15 PDT
Ah shit, y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich
(But you don't hear me)
My crib big like a football field (football field)
You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal
(But you don't hear me)
I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
I make 'em gloss all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't
hear me)
A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear
me)
I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa

Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't
hear me)
I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you
don't hear me)
I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But
you don't hear me)
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Mostly our cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't
hear me)
I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again

Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't
hear me)
If most producers want to charge too much
But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't
hear me)
You might think we all beats and rhymes
But way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine (But
you don't hear me)
I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2447613/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2447613/ Mon, 17 May 2004 11:41:59 PDT [link] ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2424347/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2424347/ Thu, 13 May 2004 21:30:06 PDT
Let the Time of my life begin and end. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2397469/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2397469/ Mon, 10 May 2004 07:41:09 PDT
Tabs, Brando, Kayley, and everyone else who helped make it possible.

We rule this place! ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2373431/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2373431/ Thu, 06 May 2004 16:58:42 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2370282/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2370282/ Thu, 06 May 2004 08:21:09 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2350102/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2350102/ Mon, 03 May 2004 12:21:49 PDT
The rest of my evening went as planned. People went home feeling saved, and I told myself I'd kill myself some other time. The moment was all wrong. I procrastinated, and timing was everything.
Besides. ...Eternity was going to seem like forever.
There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but reapeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables Rich People don’t like to tolerate much. Money gives you the permission to just walk away from everything that isn’t just pretty and perfect. You can’t put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping. That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliché.
These useless details are only useless until you connect them all together.

Everything is nothing by itself.

An artists job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble. I am this artist.
No detail is anything by itself.
Everything is a self portrait.
Everything is a diary.
You can’t buy inspiration. You can’t reason your way to an epiphany. Develop a formula. A road map to enlightenment.
While the inspiration comes, you keep going.
A flash of inspiration. A moment of insight.
Our misery. This suppression of our rational mind is the source of inspiration. The muse. Our guardian angel. Suffering takes us out of our rational self control and lets the divine channel through us.
There is nothing special in the world. Nothing Magic. Just physics.
People who look for supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive me nuts.
Art, inspiration, love, they’re all so easy to dissect. To explain away.
We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Its so hard to hard to forget pain, but its even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
I can see that my life isn’t an end. It’s a mean to the future.
Just for the record, the weather today is slightly maudlin.
Your whole life is about discovering who you already were.
Doomed to fame. Cursed with talent. Life after Life.
Art school doesn’t teach you how to escape your soul being recycled.
Period revival.
Our own homemade immortality.
How you live inside your head and you only see what you want.
How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.
We already know everything. We just need to remember it.
A couple drinks. A couple vicadin. Repeat.
Somebody’s homemade immortality.
Their lasting effect.
Their Life after Death. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2345123/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2345123/ Sun, 02 May 2004 15:44:59 PDT <- he's a jerk.
Ha. Haha. Hahaha ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2339942/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2339942/ Sat, 01 May 2004 19:57:06 PDT
I dream about how it's going to end,
Approaching me quickly.
Leaving a life of fear,
I only want my mind to be clear.

People making fun of me,
For no reason but jealousy.
I fantasise about my death,
I'll kill myself from holding my breath,

My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do.
My suicidal dream,
I'm sure you will get your's too.

Help me, comfort me,
Stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now.
The rope is here, now I'll find a use.
I'll kill myself, I'll put my head in a noose. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2336773/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2336773/ Sat, 01 May 2004 10:17:43 PDT is pissed at me now because I made a choice not to go to her may day thingy, I didn't want to ruin her night, thats all, I guess me not being there ruined it even more. Lately i've been having suicidal thoughts (not that i'm going to Kill myself) but if I were to die; i wouldnt be afraid. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2329439/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2329439/ Fri, 30 Apr 2004 08:22:41 PDT Better off stay away
My head's a loaded gun
Waiting to go off

You keep your eyes on yourself
You slit you throat with your guilt
My hands are ringing necks
In my waking thoughts

Destroy, destroy all ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2315364/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2315364/ Wed, 28 Apr 2004 08:23:20 PDT

Why did I cause so much pain?

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?

I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.

We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."




...Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2300905/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2300905/ Mon, 26 Apr 2004 07:47:35 PDT ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2281321/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2281321/ Fri, 23 Apr 2004 10:39:40 PDT -- Mark 11:12-14, 20-21 (NIV)


Points to remember

Jesus was hungry.
He looked for figs on a tree.
But it was not fig season.

If it wasn't fig season, why would even a moron look for figs?

Is killing a tree for not bearing fruit out of season a reasonable response by any standard? ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2280950/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2280950/ Fri, 23 Apr 2004 09:22:48 PDT of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.

Blessed is he who, in thename of charity and good will,

shepherds the weak through the valley of the Darkness.

For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance

and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.

And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.


What movie is this from? Tell me and Win a Prize!! ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2266792/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2266792/ Wed, 21 Apr 2004 09:31:11 PDT
BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) -- Five suicide car bombings near police facilities in and around the southern Iraqi city of Basra killed at least 68 Iraqis Wednesday -- including 18 schoolchildren, police said.

About 100 people were wounded in the attacks, which occurred after 7 a.m. (11 p.m. Tuesday ET) during the height of rush hour, a senior military source said.

Most of the dead were civilians, killed in three bombings: one near each of three Basra police stations and two at the nearby Regional Police Academy at Az Zubayr, police said.

Ten boys and girls being driven to kindergarten in a minivan and eight girls in another minivan headed to a high school were killed in one of the blasts, according to police official Col. Ali Abdullah.

The dead included at least 16 Iraqi police officers, police said.

Why isn't this Shocking to us? Is it because it's so far away?! Is it because it's who we call "them", "the Enemy"?! These people had lifes, Lifes that were taken in spiteful rage. I hate war. why do we have to do this to our own kind!? The Grossest part of the whole war is the children killed. Young, Innocent Children. ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2255481/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2255481/ Wed, 21 Apr 2004 09:23:05 PDT 2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.


"Fun and Quick Thinking. Do Not Choose Friends, Ask Teachers."
-- My Accounting Book ]]> ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2254720/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2254720/ Mon, 19 Apr 2004 09:46:11 PDT ~ARTMR03 http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2227889/ http://ARTMR03.deviantart.com/journal/2227889/ Thu, 15 Apr 2004 09:09:10 PDT ~ARTMR03