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                <title>maybe just maybe</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 23:23:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ thinking of rewrtiting a christmas classic and seeing how fucked up i can make it..done frosty maybe the little drummer boy...could be very interesting<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>this cannot be true</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:06:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i lost a bet with my girl, so i had to read the twilight books. at the start i was a little pissed to be wasting time with this. and to my surprise i kinda got into the books. the lady writing this really needs to place fiath into the history she is attempting to destroy with shit like they can walk in the sun. i am sorry but that is a damphir and not a true vampire.needless to say she needs to stay away from them, though i did find one thing she can write. werewolves, they have much more life then the others she writes. its sad and i need to read the last but i am hoping for the not so happy ending of edward dying and the wolf getting the girl but can see this not happening so yeah.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>are horror films dead?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:02:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ is there any real scary movies in this country or are they all being made in japan?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 05:15:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sleep evades once again. i have shit to do and all i want to see is the back of my eyes.moved into the new house and it is quiet and interesting. but the real complaint i have is for the lack of writing i seem to be doing these days. hell i havent even doodled a pic in a while. i know for those thinking writer's block it isnt, i have many ideas but no real need to seem them on paper as of late. funny maybe, though manybe once all this shit is done and i can acually sit and think besides at work somethink will find its way onto or into letters.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>the shadow has come back into the light</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 11:53:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it took me some time but i have come home<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>hi</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 04:12:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hey i live again, lol.....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>holy shits its been a while!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2006 14:57:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its been almost a year since i've been here, to all those that remember me thanks. sorry its been so long, but whats going one with every one!? ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>YOOOOOOOOOOO I'M BACK</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2005 00:11:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHECK OUT SOME  OF THE NEW SHIT ]]></description>
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                <title>may i please speak???</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 21:13:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Time within a dream is nothing more  then the sacrifices that one makes for  those he cares for. Seeing how when its  all said and done only my true friends  and blood with be standing with me, I  see it fit to do what ever I can to  ensure they have simple things. If this  means that I must drop out of high  school and have my dreams on hold till  they are in the clear so be it. I dont  have the great thing of being from a  family thats financially secure. So I  did what I had to, though some cannot  seem to grasp this concept so be it,  some use this as a weapon to attempt  harm upon me, well again so be it. My  life isnt the greatest and it feels at  times I am in my own personal hell, and  if thats to melodramatic for some  people then fuck you, for its whom I  am. Not because of my ancestry or my  ethic background.  Its who I am and I  cannot be anything more or nothing  less.  But I ask one thing of these  people leave what I saw about my family  out of what ever problems you have with  me. Though I know my boys have come  on here and made some ripples in some  peoples ponds by having my back, and I  know this and back them fully. I would  do the same for them, and to them I say  thank you my brothers. For I wouldnt  have the strength to write this without  you, now onto what I was just saying,  if you want to attack my family and my  choices regarding them. Then by all  means dont run and get prissy when I  act on the anger and snap back. No one,  and I mean no one will ever question my  loyalty to them and insult me for the  decisions I have made in my life to  help them. To many times have they been  here for me when simple people couldnt  remember who I am, seeing how to many I  was just a cheap fuck nothing more then  a toy on a string. A stop on the path  of life that has been severed by my own  tongue, o, wait I am not in collage so  I must be the idiot in the corner  talking to myself. Well then I say  this, leave me be, for now I am that  man in the memories that those of you  this is directed to have. Though  realize I am not to break any one up,  or watch this go on any more. You can  have the final word and what not, but  know I have said my peace and what  happens from here is up to you.<br />
<br />
P.S to those that walk away from me on  this have a nice life and may the gods  bless thy with a life if wonders. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>current state of mind</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 04:06:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so many thoughts, yet no tongue to  speak them. emotions kept wrapped  inside bleeding questions upon a weary  mind..............<br />
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nwe poetry coming soon.... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>holiday feeelings</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2004 04:07:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Depression is something that I can deal  with, but guilt I cannot. Many say that  I am cold and an asshole, well I am.  Nothing more and nothing less, though I  do let some see that side of me that  cares and then let them enjoy my  so-called true nature. For helping  them and seeing them survive is  something that I wouldnt trade for the  world, yet it seems all I am doing is  going about failing people left and  right. Maybe, at times I should think  more but I feel as if I am losing  myself in all this silence of every one  screaming.  A solitude depriving my  utopia of modern madness, for all I  have ever done is be there for people.  Picking them up when they fall. Yet  when I have fallen not many have been  there for me to rely on. So why now do  I feel this guilt of it all? Why now  does this person prey upon my guilt to  harness my heart? Unknown to them is  the choice that was made as I cried  myself to sleep. Wondering and  pondering a million nightmares of days  without sunlight, basking emptiness  beneath a grave, rotting alone because  of what they stole. And yet, here I am  alone typing this, coping with an  emotional breakdown as mental strands  snap punishing every goddamn comment I  made in haste. Taking names within my  genocide of friends for relief from my  stress, for how many times can a person  say Im sorry I wasnt there? How many  times must I be faced with those  haunting dreams of isolation? Holidays,  ha. Statues of pain sent to remind us  of all we havent done in time to met  the end. Now I sit contemplating my New  Year goals and see no matter what  happens I can say Ive known love, felt  love and shared love. Besides that I am  scared, as hell for it seems the stars  are aliened to take the one person I  held closer then the rest over my own  ignorance. But time will tell if this  bridge has been burnt to many times by  questions of time consumption.  Now as  I sit awaiting the final judgment from  the executioner allowing life to move  around me once again. I count the days  till Jan 1 to cement my goals within my  life. Hoping at the end of this race I  can look and see all those that I want  there.. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2004 23:42:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i need to join a club, but im to lazy  to find one that i like.lol ]]></description>
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                <title>this is a ruff copy of a poem me and a friend are</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2004 17:16:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ See my silhouette painted in shame, <br />
gripping this rope, <br />
Splitting thoughts upon the chairs  dismal. <br />
Swearing upon the night of how I loved  that dove, <br />
refusing to accept she threw it all  away. <br />
Hearing the dial tone of life hanging  up on me, <br />
I see no saving grace, <br />
Lining the thoughts that paced my mind,  <br />
Looking to the son of the glorified  father for salvation, <br />
A calling card of what he forgotten, <br />
Forsaken his sickened son. <br />
Fastening the noose of heavens  corrupted glory, <br />
wondering if she loved at all, <br />
Mimicking the words she stained in  vane. <br />
Writing that message upon the wall, <br />
Finding a moments peace within the  black lights fluorescent touch of  solitude, <br />
Speaking to the wind a final message, <br />
Turning the radio on, hearing Iris play  that song she sang. <br />
<br />
<br />
Opening the door to that place of shame  <br />
like the door to a nameless memory, <br />
imagining thoughts lining the walls <br />
in an image of hate, or of desperation.  <br />
Was there no salvation? Was there no  chance <br />
for glorious survival, even with a  little help? <br />
Feeling the essence of life breathing  through <br />
the sickening gloom, tasting death in  all his sweetest <br />
remembrance, and hating him, and hating  you <br />
for allowing him to come into this  room. <br />
You had no right to leave without  telling me. <br />
But you knew I would have convinced you  to stay. <br />
The light flickers giving loneliness a  voice, <br />
telling me there is no happiness in  giving. <br />
I hope the end was quick, and its  satisfaction felt. <br />
<br />
<br />
Satisfaction of isolation, my comfort  zone of damnation, <br />
Denying all that I had, wondering if  she cared, walking within this place, <br />
Drenched in familiar faces-alone at  last. Delving deeper in madness, <br />
Asking for that hand no one lent.  Hearing a mothers tears. <br />
Another day of burden, working to hard  for the gods to care. <br />
Dreaming of sunny grooves, gazing at  that pipe. <br />
So solid, friendship unmade,  solicitation of values smiling inside. <br />
Tightening the mask wore, protection of  sorts, keeping all away, <br />
Locking skeletons in closets unmarked.  Sheltered beneath this picture, <br />
Fading but true, a picture of me and  you, times much happier, talking much  easier. Now I lay here taking each cut,  deeper then the last, thinking of those  days, staining this photo singing along  with cold about how we bleed through  rhymes, <br />
<br />
<br />
And the clock chimes, another hour  gone, <br />
spent here in the same solitude that  you must have felt; <br />
seems like a second, or an eternity,  not sure which. <br />
You spoke of madness in those days  before you departed, <br />
madness and being alone, you were never  alone. <br />
Tears we cried over losses and the days  that passed were <br />
but a season of cold in an otherwise  happy place. <br />
A hearts tyrant ripped your mind away  from me, <br />
making you deny the helping I had  offered, as if it were never there. <br />
And all the days she was with you, I  waited for you to leave her, <br />
Or hoped that she would be all she  promised to be. <br />
Never even a note, never even a  goodbye. <br />
I felt you leave, you didnt need to  tell me, <br />
I rushed to the phone, as dead as you,  and then to the room, <br />
I found your old shell, lifeless and  doomed. <br />
I didnt cry, just waited for your eyes  to open. They didn't open.<br />
<br />
Time, my dimension of damnation,<br />
<br />
Witnessing physiological  hallucinations.<br />
<br />
Playing god within my life-deaths  overcoming pull.<br />
<br />
Bleeding upon that receiver wishing I  could talk,<br />
<br />
Silently screaming I love you.  Confusing apathy with empathy,<br />
<br />
This verecund emotion, isolating me  within a time capsule of denial,<br />
<br />
Swallowing pride just to take the ride,  hearing that birds song of hours  passed. Listening to the winds  whisper, remembering that song you  sang.<br />
<br />
Speaking the quote of loves  unforgiving suicide. So slow and  tedious, <br />
<br />
Complicating  friendships  bond-separating eyes. <br />
<br />
Glances of anguish from inside,<br />
<br />
Tying the knot, buried alive within.<br />
<br />
This pipe equals my fate, dangling six  feet high,<br />
<br />
Leaving bloodied handprints upon the  wall, a reminder of what happened here,  dating the poem for a year from today.  Wondering how Ill be thought of,  leaving that song playing. Knowing that  youd want me to hold on.<br />
<br />
Reaching the end, my breaking point,  releasing the knife, puddles of  insanity, crimson tears blackened fears  pushing me off my cliff, laying here  one final time. ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2004 00:55:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well i have chosen that this week i  will be getting 4 more tats.. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:05:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate chrismas..i dont want a gift,  but ill by ya one ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2004 17:16:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ time is pain as rain brings me to life,  taking my hand forging steel with bone.  graphing ink to the end, explaining it  all to those that understand. yet, now  i sit contemplating nothing alone in  the dark, wondering if all this week  has been nothing but a test bringing me  nothing but stress, that unreleased  anger causing rage. ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 13:07:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well i voted to get that fucking pig  out of office..o, that and to those  that have talked to me wonder what i  look like, the last two poems that ive  posted have pics of me getting  tattooed. yes i am the blonde, though  as of a week ago i am bald and have a  beard..lol, crazy times ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>im back</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2004 23:16:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hey hey hey the forgotten poet is back ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>i am sorry..</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2004 20:53:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am sorry to all those under my  deviant watch.i have fallen under some  very hard emotional times and well i am  trying my best over come some this and  move on. i will be returing to the site  soon and till then keep on keeping on.  ill write what i am goin through when  it all ends or i get some time. ]]></description>
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                <title>top 60 songs for me</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2004 11:03:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ to 60 songs for you??<br />
<br />
mine are<br />
1.Queen=the prophet song <br />
2.Black Sabbath=iron man <br />
3.Pink Floyd= another brick in the wall  <br />
4.Coal chamber= dark days <br />
5.Pantara= cemetery gates <br />
6.Cold= bleed <br />
7.Bleeding Through=on wings of lead <br />
8. Rem= losing my religion <br />
9.Throwdown=you cant kill integrity <br />
10.Eighteen Visions=waiting for the  heavens <br />
11. Avenged Sevonfold=wont see you  tonight part 1 <br />
12.Avenged Sevenfold=wont see you  tonight part 2 <br />
13.Slipknot=wait and bleed <br />
14Shnauzer=youre a bitch <br />
15.(216)=not as much(use to be) <br />
16. Mushroomhead=mommy <br />
17.Mushroomhead= Xeroxed <br />
18. NiN=closer <br />
19.Alice cooper= you can go to hell <br />
20.Dope= I am.<br />
21.Orgy=stitches <br />
22.Powerman 5000=when worlds collide <br />
23. Corporate avenger=the bible is  bullshit<br />
24.Corporate avenger=Christians  murdered Indians<br />
25.Corporate avenger=Jesus Christ  homosexual<br />
26.Pantara=this love<br />
27.Prodigy=slap your bitch<br />
28.Static x=cold<br />
29.Static x=so<br />
30.Garth Brooks=the thunder rolls<br />
31.Kiss=god made rock and roll<br />
32.Shinedown=.45<br />
33.Killswitch Engage=living or just  breathing<br />
34.Kittie=brackish<br />
35.Posion= every rose has it thorns<br />
38.Mindless Self Indulgence=bring the  pain<br />
39.Bleeding Through= what I bleed  without you<br />
40.Hatebreed=now is the time<br />
41.Otep=house of shattered secrets<br />
42.Metallica=unforgiven<br />
43.Metallica=unforgiven 2<br />
44.Mudvayne=world so cold<br />
45.Seether=gasoline<br />
46.Lacuna coil= angels punishment<br />
47.Lacuna coil=in a reverie<br />
48.kottenmouth kings<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=p" title="=p (Razz)" />eace not greed<br />
49.acid bath=scream of the butterfly<br />
50.atreyu=shot in the heart(remake)<br />
51. Evanesance=going under<br />
52.Soil=halo<br />
53.Auf de maur=real a lie<br />
54.DamagePlan=explode <br />
55.Ill nino=loco<br />
56.Flaw=best that I am.<br />
57.Cold=send the clowns<br />
58.Staind=epithany<br />
59.Planetkillswitch=joyful sound<br />
60.Papa Roach=black clouds. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>update</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2004 14:56:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well well, it sure has been a while for  me writing in this little journal  thing. Lol, well I got my notebooks and  thats my way of releasing. I really  dont know where to update or what to  say in this anymore, I mean I like  letting people read my thoughts but  some just aint for people or might  hurt them. Aww, hell fuck it, its my  journal right so Ill start with last  Friday since thats the day that I  started to really come out of my shell.  <br />
<br />
Friday, I worked my ass off. Plus I  found out that I would be able to go to  yellies party the next day. Though I  still had nothing to do and then Jen  came through and invited me to the  movies. Well talk about a weird time.  She was the one girl from my past that  said fuck it I want to get to know the  new you. For we went out this summer  and broke up because she still saw the  old Tim, but hell talk about a hot  date, she was gorgeous that night. The  movie was the shit, Ive told enough of  you what I saw. Then I waited for her  to leave and I walked home. It was the  first time in a long time I got all  gothic and man it was the same way as  I remembered it. Walking among the  night on cloud nine, feeling the  freedom that I havent in a long time.  For as I walked I seen the insight that  I was missing a little stop over  looking Brook side in the dark can do  that for a person, center them in a way  that talking and writing cannot. Then I  got home and went to bed for I had  work. Saturday I went to yellies  party, damn my sister for doing a  shitty job on my makeup. But I went and  I had a fucking awesome time. The  people there were all friends and I  knew most of them, and the ones I  didnt were fucking great and cool to  talk to. The whole vibe was to have fun  and Ill be damned if we didnt. Then  Tab showed with her new guy, I swear I  thought it was my little buddy spud,  but hell we didnt talk to avoid  ruining the others time I guess. But  who know? I sure as hell dont. I got a  ride home from Taras aunt. Speaking of  Tara, I had a great thought over  looking the valley Friday night; I mean  the epiphany I had was a miracle in  disguise. I saw every thing that had  happened to me, for I had some time to  think about losing some one that was  very dear and close to my heart. And as  if she was standing next to me, for I  dont care if you dont believe in the  spirits that walk with us, but I can  tell you she was their next to me  talking and coaching me like no other  can. The advice was the same thing she  told me time and time again with a new  twist. For those that are dearest to  our hearts we love no matter what and  will stand with till the bitter end.  This is Tara to me, but after Friday I  knew and know what I am going to do,  for me and Jen are seeing another  movie, just as soon as schedules allow  it. Sunday was a recap day, and that  night I went out, Lol I went out all  right. (Moves on, for no details are  needed :-P) but for some odd reason  Sunday night and Monday night I was  really mourning my grandfather and  thinking of him, when bless Taras  golden heart she lost some one dear to  her. I did every thing I knew to  comfort her, just hope I did.. :sighs:  then fucking Tuesday hit, the 2 year  ann of my grandfathers death and the  10 year ann of my grandmothers. Talk  about a fucked up day, the whole thing  just was so damn depressing as all I  could do every time I close my eyes was  see the last few days of being around  my grandfather and then I felt like  shit for my grandmothers was so long  ago I can barely remember things about  her. :sighs: well then wensday came and  I got paid, got a very good movie Donny  Darko, a leather whip for my brother,  and yes I am a better handler of  thatlol.. great thing to brag about.  And today I chilled with axe and  Anthony, fun day in all.. well I am  out, maybe Ill write some deeper shit  later. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2004 08:46:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Talk about a time where I thought that  life was funny as hell. Try talking to  your best friend about one of your exs  as she is sitting next to her. This  month has been fucking nuts and doesnt  seem to losing speed. My trust and  honesty are being but through the  ringer. For so many people I want to  just fucking grab and scream at. Losing  everything else in the process. I mean,  whats the point of watching people get  hurt, only to ask you for advice that  they wont listen to. Then with the  current hell that my life has been  since I have people actually hunting  me, for bodily harm. I just am taking  some to sit back and think about life  for a second or 2. I mean we all have  that little shard of light at the end  of the tunnel, the one piece of light  that keeps us from ending our life  here. Not that that I am suicidal or  thinking of ending my life. I am just  at one of those times where it all  seems pointless. Trying and failing  seem to walk hand in hand, as I fall  time and time again. Learning nothing  but pain and sorrow, as the moon hits  my face I contemplate what brought me  into the shadows, and now what has  locked me into the role of a shadow for  every one that I know. Shit, this is  just a fucked thought process of a  person that is about to throw the white  flag in on many fronts.<br />
<br />
Though the good things that I have to  see In my future are Ozzfest Thursday  and the party that ,me and my father  are throwing at the end of the month..  good times.<br />
<br />
Ill update more later. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>i am back</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2004 00:43:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well today has been a hoot, i got hit  in the face with a 15 to 25 pound  sandbag and the fucker wouldnt fight me  when i stood up. i think it scared him  that when he hit me it only dropped me  to one knee.to think that a person i  use to work with is behind this and  that this is her man. he runs to his  two boys that look scared shitless that  i am walking after the hit, besides  that i am not bleeding.then they follow  me to work and continue to run there  mouths making sure not to stop or get  out of the car that they're  in...fucking bitches..though i do know  where she lives now..<br />
<br />
that and i am really wondering whats  goin to happen tomorrow, for its been  two weeks since tara left and she said  thats how long she'll be gone. so i am  pondering if i should call her tomorrow  or monday. for alot of shit has  happened since she left and i would  like the chance to talk to her about it  and see if we can clear some of the air  between us. for she is one of my best  friends. though this feels odd, just  thinking of what i want to say to her  and what needs to be said.though this  time i am not pussing out and writing  it in this thing like i have so many  others.its just that, i dunno to her  her voice and to see her would be  nice..who knows any more, for as i come  out of the cocoon i am in i shall see  who has thier blades ready to cut my  back. for as its been seen its already  begun with some who is next i know not.  by as a old friend told me live day to  day no better no worse. <br />
<br />
good news is i got some info on the  collage that i want to go and that my  ged will be in my hands by either  november or dec.. and friday night  thanks to j-dawg i was able to see  (216) which in its own right was kewl  as fucking hell the pit crazy as hell  and i met and chiller with jeff  hatrix(jeffery nothing singer in  mushroomhead) and met some other  members of the band. so now i sit with  one hell of a headache and sore body  parts...contemplating sleep.. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>help</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 12:15:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ gah, i hate this shit..i have found a  exellant bleeding through thanks to  mytheme.com and i cannot transfer  it..any one help please ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>irony</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2004 20:57:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ain't how funny, how ironic life is.  for nothing happens as planned and  nothing goes the way we want it..just  wonder why in my life no matter how  much good energy i send, karma sees it  fit to punish me... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>test</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2004 21:47:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am not:what ever one thinks<br />
i hate: the emotions that constentky  speak my name<br />
i hope:i can make every thing right and  move on<br />
i hear:music<br />
i crave:shit i cannot have<br />
i cry:no more for i have no tears left<br />
i care:more then i should<br />
i always: forget myself and help every  one else before myself<br />
i long to: die<br />
i feel alone:constently<br />
i listen:to music to kill the pain<br />
i avoid<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" />oeple<br />
i drive:a bike<br />
i sing: with my band<br />
i dance:does hardcored dancing count,  then all the time<br />
i write<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" />oetry, lyrics,journals<br />
i breathe:am i alive or just breathing?<br />
i play: with my band to expose my pain<br />
i miss:my old self and the voices that  were in my head<br />
i learn: that shit just dont go the way  i think it should<br />
i feel:isolated within from myself<br />
i know:nothing<br />
i say:not enough<br />
i succeed:at nothing<br />
i fail:all the time<br />
i dream: when i write and sing<br />
i wonder:what the hell is the purpose  of my life<br />
i want:something that the fates see it  fit for me not to have at the moment<br />
i have: somthing<br />
i give:to much<br />
i fight:with the world<br />
i wait: for everything<br />
i need:to run away<br />
i am:dead and poeple just havent  figured it out yet<br />
i think:i killed my heart<br />
i can't help:but find happiness in my  depression<br />
i stay:because i cannot leave yet<br />
i want to be:gone<br />
<br />
0.	What is the ring tone on your phone?  A loud one<br />
1. What time do you get up?  9:30<br />
2. If you could eat lunch with one  person, who would<br />
it be? Hmm, tara or yellie<br />
3. Gold or silver? Silver<br />
4. What was the last film you saw at  the cinema? Secret window<br />
5. What is/are your favourite TV  show(s) simpsons  and that 70s show <br />
6. What do you usually have for  breakfast? Rice crisp and toast<br />
7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a  room with? carpenter<br />
8. What is your middle name? William<br />
9. Beach, City or Country? country<br />
10. Favourite ice cream?  Cookies and  cream<br />
11. Butter, plain or salted popcorn?  I  am not fond of popcorn, but butter when  I eat it<br />
12. Which would you prefer to buy:  shoes or purse? boots<br />
13. Price not considered, what kind of  car would you<br />
drive? Old school casket car<br />
14. Favourite sandwich? American sub<br />
15. What characteristic in people do  you despise? Ignorance, and fakeness<br />
16. Favourite flower? Black rose<br />
17. If you could go anywhere in the  world on vacation, where would you go?  Tazmania <br />
18. Favourite brand of clothing? tripp<br />
20. Where would you retire to?  Virgin  inlands<br />
21. Favourite day of the week? monday<br />
22. What did you do for your last  birthday?  A sword from my family<br />
23. Where were you born? cleveland<br />
24. What's your Favourite sport to  watch?  American football<br />
25. Who do you least expect to send  this back to you? Hell no<br />
26. Person you expect to send it back  first? Umm no one<br />
27. What fabric detergent do you use?   What the fuck are u talking about<br />
28. Coke or Pepsi? Coke<br />
29. Are you a morning person or a night  owl?  a night owl of course <br />
30. What is your shoe size?  14 1/2<br />
31. Do you have any pets? Dog and 2  cats<br />
32. When is your Birthday? July 3<br />
33. E-mail or card in mail? Hmmmeither  will do, though I didnt get any <br />
34. Who do you look up to? People and  my bro and sis, plus a lot of poets I  know<br />
37. What would your friends say is your  best quality? personality<br />
38. If you were to take inventory of  your characteristics which ones would  you throw in the trash and which would  you keep? I would toss my looks, aint  like I got any, and keep my personality<br />
**physical traits**<br />
1. How tall are you? about 6'4".<br />
2. What colour are your eyes? blue<br />
3.What colour is your hair? Dirty  blonde<br />
4. Do you wear makeup? When goin to a  club and dressing like I want to yes,  im a goth.. <br />
5. What are you wearing right now?  Tshirt and shorts<br />
6. Do you get your nails done? I paint  them balck<br />
8. What size shoe? 141/2<br />
9. what is your bust size? Umm ima fat  guy<br />
10. Big hips or small? Refer to the  last question<br />
11. What is a word to describe your  body?  monster<br />
12. Who is going to fill out this  survey next?  Hell if I know ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2004 22:23:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DROWNING POOL LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Love And War"<br />
<br />
Promise that you always will <br />
Keep candles lit on the windowsill <br />
You know I'll be comin' home <br />
<br />
You know I never wanted to go away <br />
But what am I supposed to say <br />
When I hear the sounds of the trumpet  call <br />
Who says <br />
<br />
All is fair in love and war <br />
<br />
Your pictures kept close to my heart <br />
Letters all but fall apart <br />
Each night I read them over again <br />
<br />
You know I never wanted to go away <br />
But what am I supposed to say <br />
When I hear the sounds of the trumpet  call <br />
Who says <br />
<br />
You know I never wanted to go away <br />
I swear <br />
Its war<br />
<br />
<br />
People have been asking me to up date  this. Well I really have nothing to say  for I have been kicking my own ass for  the last week. To many thoughts and  emotions to explain and the feeling of  isolation is killing me. I am fighting  this with all that I am and I think I  am losing anyway. Though what do I have  to gain from winning hurting more  people then I can help? For how many  have I hurt by speaking out? How many  times have I gone silent and watched  things stay well. Hmm, more then I can  count. So why the hell do I try? Found  my self-talking to an exgirlfriend  tonight, really dont know why I dont  go back to her, though maybe because of  what she did. Aye, thats it..<br />
same old shit, just a different  day...great fucking story of life i  have huh.. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>if u like good music check this shite out</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2004 15:04:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.trustkill.com/newstuff.php?id=15-12508">[link]</a><br />
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                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>band song</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2004 21:50:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (axe)<br />
I have watched you fall,<br />
Calling his name.<br />
As the tears come,<br />
Falling like blood off your wrist..<br />
<br />
(devonshire)<br />
Tell me why?<br />
Why this night I cannot die?<br />
What fucking right do I have not to  lie,<br />
Witness my slip into madness.<br />
<br />
(both scream)<br />
This is it,<br />
This is the end <br />
Fuck it all,<br />
Fuck me <br />
Fuck u,<br />
<br />
(axe)                                                             (devonshire)<br />
I see the way the game has been played  / I guess I lose in the end<br />
So as the night become day drop your  final rose/wilted emotions <br />
Cry a tear standing in his arms/a  reflection of you<br />
Apathy is my key walking away/it okay<br />
<br />
<br />
(devonshire)<br />
Ill love you forever<br />
<br />
<br />
(both scream)<br />
2xsThis is it,<br />
This is the end <br />
Fuck it all,<br />
Fuck me <br />
Fuck u,<br />
I loved, <br />
And now I lose<br />
<br />
(Axe sings and devonshire screams)<br />
walking  was all fine till the time you  call my name ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>great cover song that explains how i feel right no</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 16:39:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ATREYU<br />
<br />
You Give Love A Bad Name<br />
<br />
[BON JOVI cover]<br />
<br />
[limited edition bonus track]<br />
<br />
Shot through the heart and you're to  blame<br />
Darlin' you give love, a bad name<br />
<br />
Fuck you<br />
<br />
An angel's smile is what you sell<br />
you promise me heaven, then put me  through hell<br />
Chains of love, got a hold on me<br />
when passion's a prison, you can't  break free<br />
<br />
Whoa!<br />
You're a loaded gun<br />
yeah, whoa...<br />
There's nowhere to run<br />
No one can save me<br />
The damage is done<br />
<br />
Shot through the heart<br />
and you're to blame<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
I play my part and you play your game<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
<br />
You paint that smile on your lips<br />
blood red nails on your fingertips<br />
A school boy's dream, you act so shy<br />
Your very first kiss was your first  kiss goodbye<br />
<br />
Whoa!<br />
You're a loaded gun<br />
whoa...<br />
There's nowhere to run<br />
No one can save me<br />
The damage is done<br />
<br />
Shot through the heart<br />
and you're to blame<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
I play my part and you play your game<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
You give love...<br />
<br />
Shot through the heart<br />
and you're to blame<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
I play my part and you play your game<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
<br />
Shot through the heart<br />
and you're to blame<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
I play my part and you play your game<br />
You give love a bad name<br />
You give love a bad name ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>start of a story</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 12:44:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i feel like i am running an not moving  for the shadows are lost in the night.  my mind is the culture of my demise as  the rats carry me away. this life if  lost as the knife closes the wounds.  since bleeding is easier that speaking  my mind, hindered by the visions of  madness lost upon the stroke of  midnight. alone,hung by my own  betrayels i lie speakin my mind to a  demonic corpse replacing all that my  life was to be. impaling the angels of  empathy speaking out of favor again.  for upon the reflection of the pool,  glowing crimson in the moons glow i lay  dead. bitten my cupid's vampiric bite,  lost at god's left hand acted out of  free will instead of society's deviant  role. for as the verecund run i lay  lost among the fallout of freindships  lost. among the wilting roses i see the  smile that mocks me, moving within the  asylums walls so padded and safe. yet  soaked in the blood lost upon the  razor's lesson. draining all that was  to be as the fates conspire against me  once again. i begin to crawl for  walking is to hard as the end is coming  to soon, for i'd rather fall later then  now, for this way in the end i could  speak of the emotions lost within the  void i call my voice.<br />
<br />
I am a shadow that lurks in the  heavens, for feeling is left me  mummified in myself. Picking up the  pieces as they fall, I begin to  understand my place, for this race I  cannot win no matter the price I cannot  pay to see the end. Maybe some day soon  upon a stage they will understand the  shit I spoke, the feelings I had then  bled me dry upon a midnight weary  contemplating my next move. Since the  barrel is cocked and ready, pulling the  trigger my only cowardly act. Untying  my sanitys reason of doubt. I spoke  out of line, when I should of moved  aside. Now the punishment of a my own  ignorance I pay, playing poker with the  reaper. Wondering and waiting the cover  of this novel of hell.As though I could  tell such a out comes pain. <br />
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to be continued..............<br />
<br />
how well do u know me???<br />
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2004 20:47:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ why try when it leads to my heart being  fucking ripped out. i fucking told her  how i felt just to be told that she  cannot see pass the one that hurts her.  this is not fucking fair. i am tired of  being the shadow. i am tired of being  unloved and loving, being the freind  that will put them back together.<br />
<br />
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE FATES TRYING TO  PROVE BY MAKING ME SUFFER? DO TEHY WANT  ME DEAD?? WHY TEASE ME WITH THIS AND  THEN HAVE MAKE ME WATCH IT LEAVE??<br />
<br />
i am sick of this, for the blood that  has been shed is not enough to equal  all that i am thinking as the night  rolls on, i'll just harpor this within  as i usually do. till the day when i  feed this demon that lies within to  much and he strikes me back for all  that i fed him. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2004 23:25:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am alive and i have a lot to say, so  keep looking and u will see it soon ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>thoughts on sillygoth, yes i know its another site</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2004 16:04:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I know that many see me as an over  rated poet and a newb. But neither has  an affect when it comes to who I am.  For I have made no apologies for whom I  am and never will. For things that I  know are this, I am devonshire the one  and only, the shit that I know for  sure. For my poetry is nothing more  then those things that I cannot seem to  explain in words, for I seem to hide in  my work, both in music and poetry. For  u know who read my first poem with out  looking it up.  For my time here has  been short yet it taught me so much,  saved my life in some ways, and opened  me to the things that I did not see was  there before. Kind a weird after all  that time that one comment still means  a lot to me. Huh? But since then I have  joined and formed some of the best  friend ships I ever have in my life,  for the groups that I have made are the  horsemen, the prophets, and the serial  killers. Each one has special place  with me. For they are what I have come  to know as my little clicks that when I  need them. Lol, though I think the  first time the horsemen struck was the  greatest thing in the world. Man that  was a great collaboration.<br />
 <br />
Speaking of collaborations I think that  I am one of the luckiest people on this  site, for I have worked with some of  the best writers that are here. Each  taught me something that pushed me. For  my first was never posted. Lol, silent  one, and me man that came out bad. But  that only drove me to improve and man  did I, for I have worked with urban  alien, howthisgodkilled999,  highpreistess, ashescreams,  crzyanml6666, imadork, deviljnn,  dyingstrippedangel, misskittydevil,  blaise, axe murder, purplewitch,  sepiroth, angel of decay, hermoine  granger, mollykillz, wonderland23,  deadrose7, savant, krzyyellie04. For If  I forgot one that I did with some one  please tell me so I can add it. Since  without these I cannot be the writer I  am today, for they are how I have  grown, testing myself with the best of  the best. Either that or I am just  trying to make myself some thing that I  am not a real poet.  <br />
<br />
Damn to see some of the shit that I  have worked on makes me wonder who I  really know, for I see some of those  people as some really good friends, for  me and anml, are like brothers and axe  is my gothic blood brother. Then there  is molly who I see as a kindred soul  searching for some thing in life that  she deserves, blaise who just needs to  know has her back when the chips are  down, hermione granger who is a very  beautiful person on the inside and  outside. For each person has affected  my life, now I am becoming a friend  with alien my mentor. She is a person  of knowledge helping me out in this  journey. God, so many thoughts that I  want to put down here. So many things  that are unsaid and shit that many  cannot ever to see, like the shit that  krzyyellie has helped me see. <br />
<br />
This is to sillygoth, thanks for  helping me become a writer. And to the  times that I will share with those on  the site. For when tomorrow comes I  need not make a wish for I have what I  always wanted a place that I am  expected for who I am, where people are  there to help and be themselves.<br />
<br />
p.s <br />
coming soon i will have one about  deviantart ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2004 22:29:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my current thoughts are that of the  past and i know not what to make of  them, so much i would love to say and  none of it i ever will. <br />
<br />
dammit i need to join some clubs on  this site ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2004 23:10:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i turn 20 in about 12 days, i want to  stay a teen  dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>very random thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 14:51:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 3 DOORS DOWN LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Loser"<br />
<br />
Breathe in right away, <br />
Nothing seems to fill this place<br />
I need this every time, <br />
Take your lies get off my case<br />
Someday I will find a love<br />
That flows through me like this<br />
This will fall away, <br />
this will fall away<br />
Youre getting closer to pushing me<br />
Off of lifes little edge<br />
Cause Im a loser <br />
And sooner or later<br />
You know Ill be dead<br />
Youre getting closer, <br />
Youre holding the rope, <br />
I'm taking the fall<br />
Cause Im a loser, Im a loser, yeah<br />
This is getting old, <br />
I cant break these chains that I hold<br />
My bodys growing cold, <br />
Theres nothing left of this mind <br />
Or my soul<br />
Addiction needs a pacifier, <br />
The buzz of this poison is taking me  higher<br />
This will fall away, <br />
This will fall away<br />
Youre getting closer, to pushing me<br />
Off of lifes little edge<br />
Cause Im a loser and sooner or later<br />
You know Ill be dead<br />
Youre getting closer, <br />
Youre holding the rope and <br />
Im taking the fall<br />
Cause Im a loser<br />
Youre getting closer, to pushing me <br />
Off of lifes little edge<br />
Cause Im a loser and sooner or later<br />
You know Ill be dead<br />
Youre getting closer, <br />
Youre holding the rope <br />
And Im taking the fall<br />
Cause Im a loser<br />
<br />
<br />
People come and go, its known as human  nature. To find and then befriend them,  then leave. Yet however, when pure  feelings come into play we run, hide  beneath a guise of distance and low  time to use to be with that person. Of  you can run and walk, though it seems  simple its not. For this is what I have  been doing form the world. I have  discarded my self from those that I  care for, certain friends. Yet I see  that certain ones fighting to stay in  touch and refusing this, trying to open  my up this shell of apathy that I wear.  Example the friend I was trying to  reveal my feelings to. I have begun to  distance myself from, for the mere fact  that I will not be let down so instead  forgotten, yet she is this slap of  reality saying no and not letting me be  the coward that I want to be. Though I  finally gave her the letter that I  wrote. I had many about three attempts  to give it to her and finally had  another friend do it, a coward yes.  Though I told her that she was to call  me I doubt she will so I will continue  to take the steps moving beyond this  losing what little sanity I have left.  But hey that life, though I would of  liked to at least hear a no, or those  famous lines that chicks love to use,  you know the ones like your to good of  a friend or your like a brother. Though  I am angered for that letter and the  poems was to have a set of cds with it  and I was unable to have those made  till Saturday, then I have to get those  to her. All this work, but hell this is  how the cds are stacked giving me some  feed back on this.<br />
<br />
Disc 1<br />
1.slipknot prelude 3.0<br />
2. Static x so<br />
3. Drowning pool love and war<br />
4.mushroomhead inevitable <br />
5. Papa roach black clouds<br />
6 union underground bitter<br />
7 m.s.i bed of roses<br />
8 shinedown lost in the crowd<br />
9 slubox October bride<br />
10 mushroomhead another day to regret<br />
11 13 faces some things wrong<br />
12 n.i.n hurt<br />
<br />
Disc 2<br />
1 slipknot vermilion <br />
2.arch enemy end of the line<br />
3 lacuna coil 1:19<br />
4 flaw my letter<br />
5 filter take my picture<br />
6 ill Nino how can I live<br />
7 opeth black rose immortal<br />
8 new found glory all down hill<br />
9 bleeding through wings of lead<br />
10 cold whatever you become<br />
11 seether fine again<br />
12 killswitch engage wasted sacrifice<br />
13 slipknot vermilion pt 2 <br />
<br />
<br />
D12 LYRICS<br />
<br />
"How Come"<br />
<br />
[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a  phone, pick it up, call me<br />
<br />
[Chorus: Eminem] <br />
How come we dont even talk no more<br />
And you dont even call no more<br />
We dont barely keep in touch at all<br />
And I dont even feel the same love when  we hug no more<br />
And I heard it through the grape vine  we even beefin now<br />
After all the years we been down<br />
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can  be true<br />
We family and aint a damn thing  changed, unless it's you<br />
<br />
[Verse 1: Eminem]<br />
So young, so full of life in vibrant  side by side wherever you weres ridin i  went<br />
So close, almost on some bonnie and  clyde shit<br />
When ronnie died you weres right by my  side with a sholder to cry on<br />
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to  catch every tear i cried inside it<br />
You even had the same type of childhood  i did<br />
Sometimes i just want to know why is it  that you surcame to yours<br />
And mine i survived it, you ran the  streets, i 9 to 5'd it<br />
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2004 15:12:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ COAL CHAMBER LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Friend?"<br />
<br />
Living a lie, let's not pretend<br />
That you like me or we are friends<br />
We can call it for the few<br />
That are listening tonight<br />
We'll divide the dream cut the loss<br />
Feel no pain, you can fuck the fame<br />
You can fuck the fame<br />
For the ones that are listening<br />
<br />
All this time that I called you friend<br />
I won't be there for you again<br />
All this time that I called you friend<br />
I won't be there for you again<br />
<br />
Your future's bleak, you better save  your skin<br />
It's that flesh you smell, it's that  skin you're in<br />
Your soul is rotting as well as your  inners<br />
Your mind and teeth they're getting  thinner<br />
Selfish, self-sustaining<br />
Regrets, unmistaking<br />
Fuck the fame, you can fuck the fame<br />
For the ones that are listening<br />
<br />
All this time that I called you friend<br />
I won't be there for you again<br />
All this time that I called you friend<br />
I won't be there for you again<br />
<br />
Sleep well, sleep tight<br />
You know this song is about you don't  you?<br />
<br />
All this time that I called you friend<br />
I won't be there for you again<br />
All this time that I called you friend<br />
I won't be there for you again<br />
<br />
<br />
as time goes on we see that the only  thing we know is that we know nothing  at all. though some will look to the  light and walk within it, only to cast  a shadow to immerse them selves in when  they fall.<br />
<br />
<br />
COAL CHAMBER LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Dark Days"<br />
<br />
It feels like abuse<br />
So subtle the noose<br />
So subtle the noose<br />
<br />
There is no light<br />
That's what they say<br />
I'm checking out<br />
Not checking in<br />
Drawing lines<br />
Growing out of favor<br />
Out of favor<br />
<br />
If it's meant to be<br />
Then set it free<br />
If it's meant to be<br />
It'll come back you see<br />
<br />
Watch what you say<br />
And what I don't<br />
Heard what you've asked<br />
And no I won't<br />
Drawing lines<br />
Growing out of favor<br />
Out of favor<br />
<br />
If it's meant to be<br />
Then set it free<br />
If it's meant to be<br />
It'll come back you see<br />
<br />
Dark days, dark days, dark days<br />
Dark days, dark days, dark days<br />
<br />
Oh no! I feel it!<br />
Oh no! I feel it!<br />
<br />
Dark days, dark days, dark days<br />
Dark days, dark days, dark days<br />
<br />
If it's meant to be<br />
Then set it free<br />
If it's meant to be<br />
It'll come back you see ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>hmmmm, two songs that are ringing my head dry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2004 00:08:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SLIPKNOT LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Vermillion"<br />
<br />
She seems dressed in all the rings <br />
Of past fatalaties <br />
So fradgile yet so devious <br />
She continues to see it <br />
Climatic hands that press <br />
Her temples in my chest <br />
Enter the night that she came home <br />
Forever <br />
<br />
Oh (She's the only one that makes me  soar) <br />
<br />
She is everytihng and more <br />
The solemn hypnotic <br />
My doll you're bathed in posession <br />
She is home to me <br />
<br />
I get neverous, perversed when I see  her to worse <br />
But the stress is astounding <br />
It's now or never she's coming home <br />
Forever <br />
<br />
Oh (She's the only one that makes me  soar) <br />
<br />
Hard to say waht caught my attention <br />
Vixen crazy, Athen Attraction <br />
Call my name in my face, to recognize <br />
Such a fair amount called, to terrorize  <br />
<br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
<br />
(Yeah!) <br />
<br />
I'm a slave, and I am a master <br />
No restraints and, unchecked collectors  <br />
I exist throught my name, to self  ablige <br />
There is something in me, the darkness  finds <br />
<br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
<br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
I won't let this build up inside of me <br />
<br />
SHE ISN'T REAL! <br />
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL! <br />
SHE ISN'T REAL! <br />
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL! <br />
<br />
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)  <br />
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
SLIPKNOT LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Vermillion, Pt. 2"<br />
<br />
She seemed dressed in all of me,  stretched across my shame. <br />
All the torment and the pain <br />
Leaked through the cover in me <br />
Id do anything to have her to myself <br />
Just to have her for myself <br />
Now I dont know what to do, I dont know  what to do when she makes me sad. <br />
<br />
She is everything to me <br />
The unrequited dream <br />
A song that no one sings <br />
The unattainable, Shes a myth that I  have to believe in <br />
All I need to make it real is one more  reason <br />
I dont know what to do, I dont know  what to do when she makes me sad. <br />
<br />
But I wont let this build up inside of  me <br />
I wont let this build up inside of me <br />
I wont let this build up inside of me <br />
I wont let this build up inside of me <br />
<br />
A catch in my throat <br />
Choke, torn into pieces<br />
No, I dont want to be this <br />
<br />
But I wont let this build up inside of  me <br />
I wont let this build up inside of me <br />
I wont let this build up inside of me <br />
I wont let this build up inside of me <br />
<br />
She isnt real <br />
I can't make her real <br />
She isnt real <br />
I can't make her real<br />
<br />
<br />
another real journal coming soon i  promise ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>inspired by a scarredbeautey's journal</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2004 10:33:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mood |  thoughtful ] <br />
[ music | nin/hurt and flaw/ final cry  ] <br />
<br />
NINE INCH NAILS LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Hurt"<br />
<br />
I hurt myself today<br />
to see if I still feel<br />
I focus on the pain<br />
the only thing that's real<br />
the needle tears a hole<br />
the old familiar sting<br />
try to kill it all away<br />
but I remember everything<br />
<br />
what have I become?<br />
my sweetest friend<br />
everyone I know<br />
goes away in the end<br />
you could have it all<br />
my empire of dirt<br />
I will let you down<br />
I will make you hurt<br />
<br />
I wear this crown of shit <br />
upon my liar's chair<br />
full of broken thoughts<br />
I cannot repair<br />
beneath the stains of time<br />
the feeling disappear<br />
you are someone else<br />
I am still right here<br />
<br />
what have I become?<br />
my sweetest friend<br />
everyone I know<br />
goes away in the end<br />
<br />
you could have it all<br />
my empire of dirt<br />
I will let you down<br />
I will make you hurt<br />
if I could start again<br />
a million miles away<br />
I would keep myself<br />
I would find a way<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I am so sad by this, for the past has  tarnished the way that u think. Gets me  thinking for when I read this I went to  a place that has become my little  isolation of my past. As I looked at my  friends grave I glanced at my leg, for  as you cut your chest I did my leg. The  scars as faint yet one sticks out, it  was done with a piece of glass about 4  inches long. It cut to the bone and is  still kind of scarred. Yet most of it  has faded with time. Then I thought why  I did it, did I want to bleed or just  hurt. Then I seen it, plain as day. I  was use to the pain. I was the kid they  picked on and yes it hurt being the one  that all the kids hated because I was  fat and listened to metal. Then when  got older I had no one to hurt me, so I  did it for them. Then I had some  problems, found a friend dead, moved on  and cut, fought with my father cut,  lost my girl cut. Then my grandfather  died and I couldnt do it. I looked and  cried for I was weak and then I wasnt.  He fought for a week for his life and  then died, wasted away in his misery.  This taught me what life was about.  Well what was worth fighting for. I  seen life and I have seen death, yet I  cannot stop this ride as the life we  live converts my madness. To what I am  now, well I can see a trend. Since the  urge is still there to open my flesh,  though I have decided to cover the  scars with a tattoo, for the time has  come not to forget my past but to move  on. For as I read so many journals and  poetry I since so much pain that cannot  be helped, maybe we are all just  victims of our past, striving to  overcome it yet not knowing how to  relieve the pain. Then after so much  pain and bloodshed we become addicted  to the release and the sickness begins.<br />
<br />
<br />
Then the time has come again for those  that I call friends to leave, it  happens to us all. Though I wonder how  many people that say I will never  forget you do. For we all have the ones  that we listen to, we help them in  their life. Talk them down from killing  them selves, talk to them when family  members die and yet at the drop of time  they are gone. This is a repeating  process that happens to us all, yet  each time we are left looking dumb.  This is just like the idea of a boy and  girl saying that they will be friends  after they break up. This barely ever  happens for the idea of seeing someone  that you were involved with is a bitch  and hurts, so if the break up it self  didnt split the friendship the natural  jealousy will take over and cause the  problems that will lead to the end of  it all. Then after all the pain and  shit ends we look back wondering why  the hell did we try, what was the  reason that we even attempted to get  with them, be sex, love, happiness, its  all to be found as we look into the  world. Yet if this is what we are to  find why can it so easily be abused and  exposed as a weakness? Then if we are  not with them, we cannot be with a  person that knows them. For they look  at it like you are the one that was  with their friend. May that be true at  times this can be a great trait to see  that friends will stand that test, what  about the one that was with the friend  that was made to look a fool. They just  remain alone looking stupid, duped by  yet another. For all we need is to be  with one person that doesnt drive us  insane in the first part of our lives,  a person that we can grow old and die  with, for thats all we are looking for  is a way not to die alone. This then  makes me think of what I am doing with  my life, for I, like the rest of the  world have no fucking clue who the hell  I am to be with, there are those that I  would love to be involved with, yet  afraid that It would end very badly and  I would loose the friendship that  spawned the attraction. So by le... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>bircks and bones will break my body yet i still li</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2004 11:12:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 6/7 smile empty soul<br />
7/3 and 7/4 summerfest ft. mushroomhead<br />
7/11 dope<br />
7/23 vans warped tour<br />
7/31 unified culture<br />
8/19 ozzfest<br />
<br />
<br />
 Concert calendar is up and finished,  though the month of June is kind a slow  July makes up for it very nicely.  Though the vans tour is a gift to my  sister I see it as me trying a new type  of music. Yet ozzfest cannot get here  fast enough for me, pyro, anml, and god  will be there. Then in July I will see  one of the best bands in my view that  would be dope. Then smile starts the  whole swing of things, eh, I know that  they are more a radio band but its  12-buck show. Then on my birthday  shroom is playing, and at the end of  the month unified culture comes back to  the stage. Summer of work and play will  make Tim a real boy!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
Damn now I need to see what song I will  be putting in this journal. Well it  will be two songs by one of the bands  that I will be seeing, dopes easy and  jennys crying. Each song has a message  and means something to me.<br />
<br />
DOPE LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Easier"<br />
<br />
Would it make things easier if I were  gone<br />
Would it make things right if I was  never wrong<br />
Would it make things easier if I were  gone<br />
Would it make things easier<br />
<br />
All the times you took for granted that  I waited here for you<br />
I was on another planet, I was waiting  there for you<br />
<br />
She said<br />
Would it make things easier if I were  gone<br />
Would it make things right if I was  never wrong<br />
Would it make you happy when you sing  your song<br />
Would it make things easier<br />
<br />
I was blind and I was faded and I  didn't have a clue<br />
I was always into something that I  always had to do<br />
<br />
He said<br />
Would it make things easier if I were  gone<br />
Would it make things right if I was  never wrong<br />
Would it make you happier to move along<br />
Would it make things easier<br />
<br />
All the awful things we say, all the  stupid games we play<br />
Every night and everyday, I don't know  what else to say<br />
<br />
Would it make things easier if I were  gone<br />
Would it make things right if I was  never wrong<br />
Would it make you happier to be alone<br />
Would it make things easier<br />
Would it make things easier if I were  gone<br />
Would it make you happier to be alone<br />
Would it make things right if I was  never wrong<br />
Would it make things easier<br />
Would it make things easier<br />
<br />
<br />
Well for those that read my journal  yesterday I am sorry I was rushed and  wanting to just get one out. So here is  what happened at work and all the  little shit that I left out. Thursday  night the power went out at my work,  damn old folks home. Then I had to run  around for about an hour shutting off  alarms and attempting to get the  janitors in. finally the electrician  showed upped and a hour and 45 min  later the power was on. Then at 4:30 a  person passed. Not that bad except for  the part of my job that says that I  need to escort the corner and show him  the way to the room and then wait for  him to leave, me and this guy on the  elevator with a dead body, kind of a  reminded of me of taking care of my  grandfather and when my grandma died.<br />
<br />
<br />
Then yesterday anml woke me up and we  went to Rhodes. Saw one of the best  teachers that I know. And some people  that I would say can lighten up a bad  day. There was jess; man she needs to  find happiness for she needs it.. lol.  Then I saw Sammy, kind a weird that she  talks to me still. For she is Tabs  sister and claims that she not mad. Eh,  go figure; she is another one that  needs something to brighten her day.  Then I saw my good friend spike, Brit  is the shit, very good people. Lets see  there was Fred, kewl dude and kick ass  bassist, umm, then I saw yellie,  another one that needs a sun for her  day, though she is good people. Yet no  smiley. At least now I can laugh at her  saying I went and she wasnt there.<br />
<br />
OKAY I AM TAKING A FRIENDS ADVICE AND  JUST JUMPING, WELL AT LEAST TYING WHAT  I THINK AND FEEL.<br />
<br />
DOPE LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Jenny's Cryin'"<br />
<br />
Just som one to hold and someone to  hate<br />
And something to blame for all the pain<br />
<br />
I could ignore her<br />
I could complin<br />
I never wated anything<br />
<br />
Why<br />
She says,<br />
Everything is crashing down<br />
Why<br />
She says,<br />
Now the tears are falling down<br />
<br />
Jenny is cryin <br />
And I don't know why<br />
And her life's so insane <br />
So now Jenny is hating me<br />
<br />
Just something to fill the nothing  inside<br />
And something to make her nevercry<br />
Just something to thrill me something  to hide<br />
And something to help her say goodbye<br />
Just something to kill me something to  do<br />
And something to blow her hed off why<br />
<br />
Do you really wanna die<br... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>today</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2004 14:32:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a new theme song. Its a song by  flaw off there new cd.<br />
<br />
FLAW LYRICS<br />
<br />
"You've Changed"<br />
<br />
We've been through this before......<br />
<br />
Compromise<br />
With me agree right now<br />
Useless cries<br />
I'm telling you just how<br />
Paralyzed<br />
There is nothing I can do<br />
I realize<br />
I liked the other you.<br />
<br />
You've changed<br />
Everything about you is strange<br />
Look at yourself, you've changed<br />
With the facts in your face<br />
It's causing conflict<br />
<br />
You've changed<br />
Everything about you is strange<br />
Look at yourself, you've changed<br />
With the facts in your face<br />
It's causing conflict<br />
<br />
Hypnotized<br />
By all your complex games<br />
Sacrifice<br />
My own opinions change<br />
Justify<br />
Just why to stay with you<br />
I can't see why<br />
Nothing else for me to do<br />
It makes no sense<br />
Putting ourselves through all this<br />
At my expense<br />
Don't I deserve much less<br />
It's way past time<br />
To right the wrong we're in<br />
The bottom line<br />
No way that we can win<br />
<br />
You've changed<br />
Everything about you is strange<br />
Look at yourself, you've changed<br />
With the facts in your face<br />
It's causing conflict<br />
<br />
You've changed<br />
Everything about you is strange<br />
Look at yourself, you've changed<br />
With the facts in your face<br />
It's causing conflict<br />
<br />
You brought it all, all on yourself,  you're strange to me<br />
[background vocal]<br />
You brought on all this mess<br />
My needs were not addressed<br />
You caused so much distress<br />
This much you must admit<br />
<br />
You brought it all, all on yourself,  you're strange to me<br />
[background vocal]<br />
You brought on all this mess<br />
My needs were not addressed<br />
You caused so much distress<br />
This much you must admit<br />
<br />
You've changed<br />
Everything about you is strange<br />
Look at yourself, you've changed<br />
With the facts in your face<br />
It's causing conflict<br />
<br />
You've changed<br />
Everything about you is strange<br />
Look at yourself, you've changed<br />
With the facts in your face<br />
It's causing conflict<br />
<br />
I'm not the one who changed<br />
<br />
I'm not the one who changed<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Well now as to what is going on, well I  got nothing new to say except the shit  that happened at work. Power outage,  then a death, I hate the whole idea of  escorting the corner to the room and  waiting for the body to come out.  Fucking shit reminds me of my  grandfather when he went. Went to  Rhodes today, saw some people talked to  spike she is good people, just a lot of  shit that I am happy I can help her  with. Now I am just sitting here  waiting for food to get done since I  got work at 8 till am. Fuckers, there  going to kill me with these hours, as  far as me talking to people I tried to  call Tara last night and then see her  today and guess what. Neither worked, I  am thinking of calling her before I  leave. Though I dont know if Ill have  that chance. I am going to go see smile  empty soul with anml and axe, good  shit. Man this is a boring journal.  Well I need to say this, ill nino is a  fucking awesome band, there music can  hit me and get me to think. Since I am  posting songs with journals these days  lets see, aww , yes here we go a song  by ill nino. And this is dedicated to  some one.. and yes I got another  pointless poetry award, eh, maybe its  time to stop competing??<br />
<br />
ILL NINO LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Letting Go"<br />
<br />
I still hear my voice<br />
It's calling in my head<br />
But if I had only one choice<br />
I'd leave it left unsaid<br />
<br />
Unsaid<br />
<br />
I try to reach you but my senses got so  blurry<br />
And I, try to teach you but my words  come out so muddied<br />
And I, if there's one thing that I  should let you know<br />
It's go away<br />
But I keep fighting and I'm finding  your injustice<br />
<br />
It's just killing me (killing you)<br />
I cannot breathe<br />
Just let me go (killing me)<br />
Or this will break me<br />
<br />
My inner voices<br />
Are part of my disease<br />
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you<br />
But killing you is just killing me<br />
<br />
If I can't have you and the dreams you  put inside my head<br />
I would not leave you but I keep you  here until our death<br />
You think it's over, there's a gun in  my head full of lead<br />
I want to use it but I can't abuse it  and that's why<br />
<br />
It's just killing me (killing you)<br />
I cannot breathe<br />
Just let me go (killing me)<br />
Or this will break me<br />
<br />
My inner voices<br />
Are part of my disease<br />
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you<br />
But killing you is just killing me<br />
<br />
What are you waiting for?<br />
You will never get away<br />
What are you waiting for?<br />
You will not get away<br />
<... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>numb</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 15:57:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is weird I have returned to my  roots, for the longer I walk the  stranger the land becomes. The more the  sun shines the colder it becomes. Now  the night is becoming day and vice  versa, I am loosing who I was and  gaining some one who is cold and  fearful. For as the band comes together  I see what I am, as the demons are  spoken and showed the light of the  world. Though its getting harder to  walk alone, I am falling an not getting  up as fast as I want to. I know  depression and this is not depression,  hell this isnt even confusion, its  more of a feeling of lost. As I hear  the shit that people talk and see what  they do I feel nothing. Man, arch enemy  said it best. Thats for damn sure, at  the end of this I will have the lyrics.  Now I sit on the brink of my own  destruction and see that the only one  that cares is me, a night of meditation  has showed this to me, for I am again  practicing necromancy and the spirits  have showed me myself and what I am  doing. None of it is ill, none is  wrong, yet I feel as if I am falling,  falling away. Numb, yes that is the  best version that I can come up with.  Well I have work tonight, man I hate  working with this drunk bastard, eyes  so red I want some of the shit he  smokes. Funny how they make me the  rookie a temp oic and then label me a  rookie, annoying yes and yet the nurses  love me. I am not one to sit and beat  off while on duty. God I need a new  job, well as for now I am just wasting  time. Cannot get on sillygoth, fucking  new server. So now I just look for pics  and finish some songs. Hopefully I can  get through to axe and let him work on  these and I need to apologize to  liz..later<br />
<br />
ARCH ENEMY LYRICS<br />
Instinct<br />
<br />
The more I see - the less I believe<br />
The more I hear - the less I care<br />
This world we've created, has left me  cold<br />
This world is sedated, dying in it's  sleep<br />
<br />
I feel nothing<br />
<br />
Seen it written on a thousand faces<br />
The simple truth we fear<br />
Seen it happen in a thousand places<br />
Instinct brought us here<br />
<br />
The more I see - the less I believe<br />
The more I hear - the less I care<br />
We used to be the chosen ones<br />
Second to none<br />
Look at what we've become<br />
A pathetic excuse for life<br />
<br />
I feel nothing<br />
<br />
I can feel nothing<br />
Nothing at all<br />
Except for the pain<br />
That hits me again<br />
<br />
<br />
MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE LYRICS<br />
<br />
"Royally Fucked"<br />
<br />
chuck it - you son of a bitch<br />
mom, dad, why don't you finger me too?<br />
i can't say the same for me - you son  of a bitch<br />
i could be so fucking cool<br />
i will never be young<br />
i will never be loved<br />
i will never be wrong<br />
so i am royally fucked - i am royally  fucked<br />
i love it - you son of a bitch<br />
all of them dead now, let me be the  same<br />
oh oh - one two, one two - fall on my  knees<br />
i will never be young<br />
i will never be loved<br />
i will never be wrong<br />
so i am royally fucked - i am royally  fucked<br />
ok - ok - ok - don't let them see me  now<br />
don't let them see me like this<br />
i will never be young<br />
i will never be loved<br />
i will never be wrong<br />
so i am royally fucked - i am  royally... i am royally... i am  royally... fucked ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>recant thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 15:33:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ They think that they know me, funny how  they cast judgments on shit they have  no clue about. For now as I walk I know  now that I am alone. Though this time I  am not weeping for the isolation is not  my damnation but my heaven. For as St.  Peter welcomes so many at the gates I  sit and see the bloodshed that many  will over look. Just sitting here  reading the worlds away message as I  slip further into my own insanity,  speaking to some people that I knew in  another life, hoping against fate that  this little shard of joy I can keep  with me. Then I see that what lies in  front of me and I travel this road. A  shadow that is gdying for the light is  changing me into something that is not  what I was, hindering my mind as the  changes take hold. Though at times I  want to sit and weep I cannot. The  phone and this computer are my way of  leaving my life behind, dawning this  mask of lies thats is my soul. I have  seen what my past speaks, for I know  that I have learned many things the  hardest way and I wonder how many  people will be there as the funeral car  pulls up and they are witness to the  new me. For this glass coffin is my  past, as I place the coins for the  boatman wave goodbye. This is the time  that many will go what the hell is this  asshole speaking of, has tim lost his  mind? Well no the fact is that I have  found it. The night is great and the  light is so damn dark and the faster I  run the slower I move. Funny how this  works. Well I am done speaking for now  and I got some people to call. So if  you get anything from this let it be  this, people come and people go, hearts  heal with the pain of time as we grow,  just dont forget what they taught you. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>numb</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2004 16:38:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is weird I have returned to my  roots, for the longer I walk the  stranger the land becomes. The more the  sun shines the colder it becomes. Now  the night is becoming day and vice  versa, I am loosing who I was and  gaining some one who is cold and  fearful. For as the band comes together  I see what I am, as the demons are  spoken and showed the light of the  world. Though its getting harder to  walk alone, I am falling an not getting  up as fast as I want to. I know  depression and this is not depression,  hell this isnt even confusion, its  more of a feeling of lost. As I hear  the shit that people talk and see what  they do I feel nothing. Man, arch enemy  said it best. Thats for damn sure, at  the end of this I will have the lyrics.  Now I sit on the brink of my own  destruction and see that the only one  that cares is me, a night of meditation  has showed this to me, for I am again  practicing necromancy and the spirits  have showed me myself and what I am  doing. None of it is ill, none is  wrong, yet I feel as if I am falling,  falling away. Numb, yes that is the  best version that I can come up with.  Well I have work tonight, man I hate  working with this drunk bastard, eyes  so red I want some of the shit he  smokes. Funny how they make me the  rookie a temp oic and then label me a  rookie, annoying yes and yet the nurses  love me. I am not one to sit and beat  off while on duty. God I need a new  job, well as for now I am just wasting  time. Cannot get on sillygoth, fucking  new server. So now I just look for pics  and finish some songs.  Hopefully I can  get through to axe and let him work on  these and I need to apologize to  liz..later<br />
<br />
ARCH ENEMY LYRICS<br />
Instinct<br />
<br />
The more I see - the less I believe<br />
The more I hear - the less I care<br />
This world we've created, has left me  cold<br />
This world is sedated, dying in it's  sleep<br />
<br />
I feel nothing<br />
<br />
Seen it written on a thousand faces<br />
The simple truth we fear<br />
Seen it happen in a thousand places<br />
Instinct brought us here<br />
<br />
The more I see - the less I believe<br />
The more I hear - the less I care<br />
We used to be the chosen ones<br />
Second to none<br />
Look at what we've become<br />
A pathetic excuse for life<br />
<br />
I feel nothing<br />
<br />
I can feel nothing<br />
Nothing at all<br />
Except for the pain<br />
That hits me again ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>songs by my band,well the start of  one</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2004 21:54:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My sanitys fiancé <br />
<br />
<br />
Words typed if haste/as the time moves  forward way to slow/this is you my  muse/my soul mate/good damn I wish I  could be there for you/healing my  mind/as the door opens to this dark  maze/ just the fire I need to melt my  hearts eye<br />
<br />
Walk alone in life/never knowing what  is there till we tried/now I walk alone  every day/as we walk the same  roads/talking on chats/ seeing each  thought/a thread to our souls/ ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>i have lost my mind</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2004 20:28:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I chilled with Tara today, fuck  that was kewl, I have to get over her  house more often. The song by bleeding  through, wings of lead is my thoughts  on her. O yes, thats to her.. lol..  Well I think the world will be happy to  know that I am back, o yes the apathy  has over token me. I now know what must  be done, so I sit in the shadows of the  light masking my ever thought and my  actions are mine to make. For I have  learned who I can be open to. Wow, for  the first time I am wanting people to  leave, this is weird. All I did was  bitch that I am alone, and now I am.  Well to a degree. I have seen many  things and lived through many, well now  the world has been dead to me and I  will treat it like so. <br />
<br />
<br />
will add more later<br />
<br />
<br />
bleeding through lyrics. this is to  tara<br />
2. Sweet Vampirous<br />
<br />
i've cursed this day with no regrets,  with no compromise. curse your grace. <br />
shallow, this hatred that presses its  finger to my lips. simple love is to <br />
blame. i won't lay my head down with  this shame. kiss the sky. i'm always  waiting <br />
here on the ground, on the ground. be  warned. shallow, this hatred that <br />
presses its finger to my lips. be  warned, she'll kill you. be warned,  she'll kill us <br />
all. be warned, she'll kill you. be  warned, she'll kill us all. be warned.  be <br />
warned, she'll kill you. be warned  she'll kill me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
4. On Wings Of Lead<br />
<br />
Nothing was supposed to hurt like this.  missing you was always one more kiss. <br />
now there's nothing that i can do. one  more nail in the coffin, and it's all <br />
for you. always were and always were a  simple love story. you were everything <br />
i ever hoped and dreamed. drown me in a  pool of my blood. it's getting harder <br />
just to breathe. i'll suffocate you  faster just so you can't see, so you  can't <br />
see me sleep. it's getting harder just  to say the right things. i've seen the <br />
angel's face, and i've heard her sing  to me. from my reflection on this razor  <br />
blade, i've heard ten thousand dying  screams, and they're calling me. the  day <br />
will break on this saddest day, so  don't let me wake. i've heard this all <br />
before, and i've seen this over and  over again. don't let me wake. drown me  in a <br />
pool of my blood. it's getting harder  just to breathe. i'll suffocate you <br />
faster just so you can't see, so you  can't see me sleep. so you can't see me  <br />
sleep. the day will break on this  saddest day, so don't let me wake. i've  heard <br />
this all before, and i've seen this  over and over again. don't let me wake.  <br />
nothing was supposed to hurt like this.  and missing you, was always one more  kiss. <br />
and now there's nothing that i can do.  there's just one more nail in the <br />
coffin. there's just one more nail, and  it's all for you. i've seen the angel's  <br />
face, and i've heard her sing to me.  from my reflection on this razor blade,  i've <br />
heard ten thousand dying screams, and  they're calling me. the day will break <br />
on this saddest day, so don't let me  wake. i've heard this all before, and <br />
i've seen this over and over again.  don't let me wake. ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>u will need to translate to show u care</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 22:15:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ if u care, ull translate [May. 10th,  2004|04:18 pm] <br />
[ mood | anger at myself ] <br />
[ music | flaw/medicate ] <br />
<br />
Mein Gemüt ist zerschmettert, als ob  ein Feuerhaken der Gerechtigkeit es  durchstochen hat. Für das ein, daß war  mit, daß es paßt gesehen hat, mich ein  neues Arschloch innerhalb ihres  Journals zu reißen. Obwohl es mir  hilft, zu lassen, gehen von den  Gefühlen, die ich versuchte,. lol  festzuhalten. Lustiges Ding ist das  Geheimnis das sie doesnt weiß. Es gab  einen Grund, daß ich versucht habe,  Lasche eine Woche zu verlassen, bevor  sie mit mir aufgelöst hat. Ich Art ein  getroffen mich auf mit einem x und ya.  Wir haben eine kleine Versammlung von  den Gemütern gehabt. Ich habe wie  Scheiße gefühlt, noch nachdem Lesen  das, ich mich wundere, wenn ich soll.  Für wenn die Zeit war eine Lüge und sie  hat keine Gefühle darin gehabt, war ich  frei, zu handeln. Dann warum geworden  hatt sie hat gelassen mir verlassen  sie, die sagt, daß sie es wasnt die  Zeit gefühlt hat, oder war es, daß sie  mich brechen wollte?? Warum fickt das  machte sie muß gehen jener Tiefpunkt.  Ist es die Tatsache, die sie einem  Ausweg für ihr eigenes Gemüt finden  mußte? Was je es ist, ficken Sie es.  Fügen Sie nur es dem derjenig hinzu,  die mich hassen. Besetzen Sie sie, die  alle mich hassen. Wie fickt das Dose  die ich gehe in einen anderen  reletionship und Lächeln, vertrauend  daß es gewonnen hatt Ende mag den  Rest. Für aus vier. Ein, fickend nur  eine Reden zu mir. O, und Lasche jenes  Kücken Liz, ist ein guter Freund der  Mine von sillygoth. (Mollykillz) prüft  ihren bio u wird sehen seinen keinen  Satz auf. <br />
<br />
Gut außerdem, daß ich peachy bin,  fickend nur groß. Meine einzigen  Freunde scheinen zu fallen und ich  trage Isolierung ein. Ich habe nichts  erhalten, um viel zu sagen. Nur, daß  ich wünsche dieses eine Mal, daß ich  könnte sehen daß Leute nicht sind, was  ich sie will, zu sein. Ich werde von  hat geliebt, ihres zu behalten, während  ein Freund und ab jetzt ich dont weiß.  Ich wundere mich, wenn dies irgendetwas  hat, mit mir zu tun, bin nicht auf  jenem Fest. Wenn dass das Ding dann  ficken mich ein Fluß weint, und bitte  ficken ertrinkt darin. Mein Gott ichm  zuhörend neuer gefundener Herrlichkeit.  Was fickt das? Besetzen Sie dies ist  traurig, zu sagen, aber Kyoto schrieb  um dies. Sie hat dieses Kommen gesehen.  Vielleicht hätte ich ihr vor allen den  Monaten zuhören sollen. Gut dies ist  die Zukunft, und ich werde auf, nur  allein für die Zeit ziehen. Mann,  Doset ich habe einen Sommer, wo ich  mich freue. Ein Sommer der Freude? Gut  die helle Seite seine Feder. Werde  deshalb wenn ich am besten von diesem  ich machen kann, in Ordnung recht  haben?? <br />
<br />
Dann welches von Danielle, und biete  mich, was die Hölle ich kann, sie an?  Für seines bewiest jetzt, daß alle, die  ich mache, Leuten verletzt sind. So  jetzt zweifle ich meine jede Bewegung.  Die Wahlen, die ich gemacht habe, sind  bewiesen falsch gewesen.  ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh <br />
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Dunkleren Tage und hellere Nächte  Devonshire ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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                <title>confessions</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2004 23:56:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DROWNING POOL LYRICS <br />
<br />
"Tear Away" <br />
<br />
I'm tearing away <br />
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make  them stay <br />
You run away <br />
Faster and faster you can't seem to get  away <br />
Break <br />
Hope there's a reason <br />
For questions unanswered I just don't  see everything <br />
Yes I'm inside you <br />
Tell me how does it feel to feel like  this <br />
Just like I do <br />
I don't care about anyone else but me <br />
I don't care about anyone <br />
Do I really want this <br />
Sometimes I scare myself I just can't  let it go <br />
Can you believe it <br />
Everything happens for reasons I just  don't know <br />
I don't care about anyone else but me <br />
I don't care about anyone <br />
I don't care about anyone else but me <br />
I don't care about anyone or anything  but me <br />
Damn I love me <br />
I don't care about anyone else but me <br />
I don't care about anyone <br />
I don't care about anyone else but me <br />
I don't care about anyone or anything <br />
I don't care about anyone else but me <br />
I don't care about anyone <br />
<br />
Well looks like its time for me to  explain where I been for the last  month. <br />
There are a lot of things that I would  like to explain here and say. So yes  this is my mini confession. For there a  lot of things that people that know me  need to know. For this all started as  my computer got sick. Fucking virus in  the bios. Then it became so much more,  kind a like a journey of myself to find  that peace that I need. For the month  of April was a very interesting time. I  just wish that I knew where to start,  well yes I do. <br />
DARK LOTUS LYRICS <br />
<br />
"She Was" <br />
<br />
[Shaggy 2 Dope] <br />
Woo hoo <br />
You shoulda seen her <br />
Man, her fid in my hand heavy sweatin'  like a fever <br />
The way she cut through flesh, she was  beautiful <br />
Her grace and finess had my love  incurable <br />
Little red beady marks trickle down her  closed eyes <br />
Whenever there's static she'll make it  all right <br />
She was there, never saw me out <br />
Hand on my bidness <br />
Until that day <br />
The court provided a witness <br />
<br />
[Anybody Killa] <br />
She was like the moon <br />
The stars, the rain, the heat from the  sun <br />
Any fucking thing you could imagine <br />
I was so upset when her ass left <br />
I hunted her down at put three in her  chest <br />
Wrapped the body up put her in the ride  and drove it home <br />
To find a resting place so her soul can  roam <br />
What kinda girl could make a man just  crack <br />
The bitch really has to be all that <br />
She was <br />
<br />
[Chorus] <br />
She was something I'll never forget <br />
I don't really miss her though <br />
Now she's gone and never coming back <br />
She was <br />
She was something I'll never forget <br />
I don't really miss her though <br />
Now she's gone and never coming back <br />
<br />
[Violent J] <br />
Blind date, she was alive when I got  there <br />
Dead when I left <br />
I shut her throat down, squeezed all  the air out her neck <br />
She fought back, scared with a deep  fear in her eyes <br />
Until they rolled into the back of her  head and she died <br />
I gripped her by the ears slamming her  skull off the floor <br />
Till they ripped right off her head, I  bolted for the door <br />
Started to cry I forgot to kiss her  goodbye <br />
I turn around to go back in and keep  reliving the lie <br />
She loves me <br />
<br />
[Jamie Madrox] <br />
She's like a ride on a roller coaster <br />
Filled with many ups and downs <br />
And did everything just to get closer <br />
To her, but she pushed me away <br />
Fat kids are used to rejection <br />
We deal with that shit everyday <br />
Something about her made me press the  issue <br />
My friends told me to leave it alone,  she'll only diss you <br />
She did, but I was ready for that <br />
Pulled my axe outta my book bag and I  put it in her back <br />
<br />
[Chorus] <br />
She was something I'll never forget <br />
I don't really miss her though <br />
Now she's gone and never coming back <br />
She was <br />
She was something I'll never forget <br />
I don't really miss her though <br />
Now she's gone and never coming back <br />
<br />
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie] <br />
She was a brown complexion with a touch  of German blood <br />
Like the sweetest purple cooch to ever  surface in the hood <br />
I kept her on my bed <br />
And at my side at all times <br />
She was known for having grown men  wanting her crime <br />
High temepered and high strung <br />
But at least she get the job done <br />
And bust off a couple straight shots  just for fun <br />
Till that faithfull night <br />
The pigs busted in my residence <br />
And took my bitch and fucked her as  some murder evidence <br />
She innocent <br />
<br />
[Monoxide Child] <br />
<br />
She's outta her mind <br />
It was like the second coming of Satan  watching... ]]></description>
                <author>~damiandevonshire</author>
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