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I saw The Fountain the other night with my friend Nicole and I fell in love with it. The movie is the most strangest movie I have ever seen and yet, it made perfect sense to me, even though at the same time, it made no sense, if that makes sense. The graphics, the music, the director, it was perfect.

]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/8853517/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/8853517/ Tue, 23 May 2006 10:38:56 PDT ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/8017733/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/8017733/ Mon, 27 Feb 2006 12:20:27 PST
Well even though no one came to the party, it was fun. I played cards all night and did some of this and some of that. teee. I also played strip poker and lost miserably. I suck at black jack. We closed early on saturday because no one came and I was late to work today cause i over slept. my mom told me today that i'm getting obese. yeah... ooh, Ben came into work today, the guy that used to work there but quit, yeah, he's now a manager at hot topic. I'm not quite sure how that works out... O_o... he said he saw her at the mall and just said "heeey..." and walked away. said he went out the back just to avoid her. his ears are gauged bigger, and i barely recognized him. earlier last week, Hobbs came into work too! Everyone who's quit has come to visit. woot. ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/6434522/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/6434522/ Tue, 06 Sep 2005 17:29:11 PDT [link]

Dear Mr. Bush,
It's time to Sell the Ranch. What does that have to do with anything? Hear me out, and I'll explain: Currently, New Orleans is underwater. Thousands of people are missing and/or dead. Scores more have lost their homes permanently, and are suffering in squalid conditions.

The Mayor of New Orleans has called this the largest disaster in the history of the country. But what's more disastrous, the hurricane, or the slow-as-molasses response from the federal agencies for which you're responsible?

You seem to be more interested in getting a tan and going on vacation than running a country that's falling apart-- and no, not Iraq. I mean running this country.

But perhaps your preoccupation with (and of) Iraq is part of the problem. It's not as if you didn't have any warning that this would happen: In early 2001, FEMA ranked this possible disaster right up there with a terrorist attack on New York City. So with a need for $250 million to shore up hurricane and flooding-prevention projects, you slashed the funding to almost nil. The Army Corps of Engineers received barely 4 million dollars for the New Orleans levee project this year. Where did the rest of the money go? Your friends in government say it went to that $200 billion "let's invade a sovereign nation for no reason" project that you were working on (which must be pretty hard to pay for that after all those tax cuts.)

Oh, and there's that $231 million bridge to nowhere up in Alaska.

But you say it was "inevitable". That it was a "force of nature". So when it came down to making swift, decisive action to help people that were drowning and starving, you were busy playing the guitar at some fluff photo-ops. Condi was too busy buying shoes and seeing Broadway comedies. The head of your party was too busy going to a Republican Fundraiser and selling his car. And the National Guard troops, which could have prevented at least some of the lawlessness, the looting, the pillaging, the rapes, and the assault? Where were they? Where were their helicopters to help airlift the starving, drowning masses? I dare say, even someone with your intelligence can crack that riddle. Hint: it rhymes with "Iraq".

The American people have noticed your indifference towards your duties as president. A recent poll shows your approval rating is at 45%. I'm sure it's headed further south after this incident, or as you call it, "that hurricane thing."

But all is not lost. You can still show the nation that you do care about the people of this great nation. You can make a personal gesture to help the thousands of people affected by this (preventable) disaster. No, I'm not talking about putting on a blue "workin' man" shirt, rolling up your sleeves and giving a press conference with a feigned look of concern on your face. The answer is:




Sell the Ranch. That's right, sell your ranch in Texas, and donate the money to the victims of this horrible tragedy. I realize you love your ranch; you've spent almost a year of your presidency there, doing important things like clearing brush, eating pretzels, and taking naps. But that's exactly why you need to sell it. So many people have lost their homes; the least you can do is give up ownership of one of your many residences for their benefit to show that you have some trace of compassion. Think of it as a symbolic gesture that you're finally ready to stop running away from the responsibilities of the Oval office, and you're ready to meet head-on the full duties of the highest office in the land.

You've said that you communicate with God, that you talk to Jesus. So what would Jesus do? Would not Jesus Christ sell one of his luxury homes to help the indigent, huddled masses yearning to breathe free? At auction, your Ranch would fetch at least a couple million dollars. Would Jesus not donate that money to the poor and starving?

But maybe that level of selflessness is asking too much. After all, the hurricane itself is his dad's fault, when it really comes down to it. So look at it this way, just do what you do best. Think about yourself. You're probably doing that right about now anyway. Think about the hard numbers, and think about your legacy in the history books. It could change the course of your presidency. Do you want to be remembered as the president that fiddled while Rome burned? (and while New Orleans drowned?) Or would you rather be remembered as the warm, giving, Reaganesque philanthropist that gave his all for the nation he lives in most of the time?

As Rove would say: "Think of the look on the lousy democrats' faces! Think of the approval ratings! Think of the glazed honey ham we're having for dinner!"

No matter how you look at it, it's time to be a man, Mr. President. Be a man a... ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5696136/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5696136/ Sun, 03 Jul 2005 10:28:38 PDT <--Supporter ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5542439/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5542439/ Wed, 08 Jun 2005 21:24:57 PDT
~maes-hughes ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5416096/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5416096/ Fri, 20 May 2005 21:39:20 PDT ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5286527/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5286527/ Fri, 06 May 2005 16:43:44 PDT
I'm pretty happy! I just got a free uhm... week? of subscription. I'm wanting to buy a year, but I have to wait because I have to pay off 111$ and then 359$ and then 28$ as soon as possible... Yeah, it sucks! And sunday is mother's day and i'm broke.... I don't get paid until NEXT Friday! IT's terrible! I also have to do this thing for english class and I thought i sent it to my email at home, but it didn't send... Now i have to wait till Monday and its DUE on the 15th! GAH! What am I going to do?

And that is the daily life of myself. ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5245826/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/5245826/ Mon, 02 May 2005 10:15:25 PDT ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/4857932/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/4857932/ Sat, 19 Mar 2005 20:57:45 PST
BROKEN PROMISES
3/19/05

All they are are broken promises
sewn together
by innocence,
by a voice that sounds
honest.
But always broken promises.


You say you are only going
to play a song,
a song with your voice
and your
guitar.
"I promise,"
You had said.
"I'm just going to play him a song, I promise."


But two hours later,
when I step down there to,
It became a broken promise.
Only a broken promise
threaded together
by words that mean something
to me.

A promise is like trust.
Trust that I beleived in,
but every time,
It's only a broken promise.

Spending the night,
lying,
intertwining with each other,
It's all love,
I know that.
and I'm happy for you.
For him.

But that promise,
that promise hurt.
When I walked down
and saw you not singing,
not playing your guitar,
like you said you would,
It became a broken promise.

They're only words though,
right?
They don't mean anything.
They're just words,
it's just a promise,
Who cares if it's broken?

It's just a broken promise,
linked together by words that are sacred.
"I promise" is just like saying,
"I love you."

I don't know how long I can stand it,
sticking up for you,
lying to them,
vouching for the things you do,
"They're just watching a movie,"
"She's just playing the guitar,"
"They're not doing anything bad."

Broken promises are like telling
Someone that loves you,
that you hate them with all your heart.
It hurts.
It pains.
It's just a broken promise. ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/3654746/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/3654746/ Sat, 23 Oct 2004 09:52:53 PDT ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2298743/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2298743/ Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:15:00 PDT
cleaned sally the car today. it smells like vanilla. yum. at work today i finished merchant of venice and hung out with zach trying to fix the door. someone tried busting in last night we think. ah hes so cute ! he asked why id idnt invite him to the prom, he would have brought pot and alchohol for us. very funny.

My- Lucky stars: Prom Pics

watched the rundown tonight. funny movie. so is brink! on disney. i wanna skate now!

i slept 15 hours on friday night to saturday after noon. felt great! i loved it. i need to sleep 15 hours more often. my eye doc appt is on wednesday. contacts! dunno if i should wear them all the time or only during soccer games.... hm... dunno. ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2284578/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2284578/ Fri, 23 Apr 2004 19:35:42 PDT
you found her in your sleep, in your screams
in the amazing wreckage of your dreams
you carried her to safety
to the shade beneath the trees
and sent a prayer to heaven
fell down onto your knees
you id if she'd stay with you awhile
you'd write her name across the miles

but the clocks have all stopped moving
each insect wheel and arm
and the sands of time have blown away
blinding the others with their charm
you scream at all who'll hear you
how such beauty came to harm

and you'll never know her laughter
her voice her touch her lips
as she falls apart before you
beneath your finger tips
never know, you'll never know
never never know her

her skin peels away the pages
of tiny printed words
that scatter on the wind like flocks
of tiny printed birds
the pages come too fast
you lose them to the wind
catching words like love and heat
and dreams coming to an end

and you'll never know never know
never never know her
never know what you lost
and ever ever hold her

-Alice Silvers (Hate you by: Graham McNamee) ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2269504/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2269504/ Wed, 21 Apr 2004 16:27:20 PDT

They painted up your secrets
With the lies they told to you
And the least they ever gave you
Was the most you ever knew

And I wonder where these dreams go
When the world gets in your way
What's the point in all this screaming
No one's listening anyway

Your voice is small and fading
And you hide in here unknown
And your mother loves your father
Cause she's got nowhere to go

And she wonders where these dreams go
Cause the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway

They press their lips against you
And you love the lies they say
And I tried so hard to reach you
But you're falling anyway

And you know I see right through you
Cause the world gets in your way
What's the point in all this screaming
You're not listening anyway ]]> ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2269450/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2269450/ Wed, 21 Apr 2004 16:20:46 PDT ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2259945/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2259945/ Mon, 19 Apr 2004 22:41:26 PDT ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2078602/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/2078602/ Wed, 24 Mar 2004 20:09:15 PST ~failingsway http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/1527012/ http://failingsway.deviantart.com/journal/1527012/ Fri, 12 Dec 2003 20:30:42 PST ~failingsway