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                <title>voy</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:13:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ voy a hacer un journal nuevo para que no salga el viejo en la página principal.  Esto es eso.  Eso es todo.  Todo es esto.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>10 things about my art</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 22:01:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 10 Things about my Art... I was tagged by <a href="http://cloves.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/l/cloves.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="cloves" /></a> ....well kind of.<br />
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1.  I don't remember when I started drawing.  I remember always drawing things I liked....like Looney Tunes "tazos" and making made up superhero comics where the main characters were me and my friends...but with superhero powers.<br />
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2.  I never made a real painting until I was 18 in college.  I always used pencils and pens for my drawings before that.  After paint I discovered magic markers and fell in love with them.  I started collecting them and ended up having to color coordinate them so I could find them quicker in the big marker bag.<br />
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3.  I think my art grew a lot after I got in deviantart (which I don't remember how I got here in the first place) but watching other artists has always inspired me.  Back in the day I looked up to many like: <a href="http://cloves.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/l/cloves.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="cloves" /></a>  <a href="http://fidelito.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/i/fidelito.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="fidelito" /></a>  <a href="http://mellon.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/m/e/mellon.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="mellon" /></a>  <a href="http://myrrhiam.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/m/y/myrrhiam.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="myrrhiam" /></a> and many others.  I always used to get inspired by their styles and somehow try to incorporate into my own making a mix of what I learned and eventually attempting to create my own.<br />
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4.  I constantly change eveything I'm doing.  I can't do the same things for too long or I will get bored.  I try to make art on all types of surfaces with all types of materials.  Everything art related I need to give a try because it's fun to me.  Recently I like painting on musical instruments and making almost modern graphic design looking art.<br />
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5.  I took a lot of art classes while growing up.  Mostly basic stuff, like cartoon, comics, drawing clay models and some other stuff I don't remember.  They helped out in many ways.  But I think I learned more watching other people's art than the actual classes.<br />
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6.  I like to draw people.  I think it's challenging enough and for some reason they seem appealing to me.  Humans, meh, I wish I was interested in a less evil animal but I guess it's a very interesting looking one.  I like drawing or painting things that have meaning, or than you can find meaning to them.  I don't usually like to draw things just "because".  I feel like I waste my time doing things that don't say anything at all.<br />
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7.  My favorite pieces are the ones that I pre-think a long time before actually doing them.  If I think of what I want to do too much I will usually screw it up because I expect too much.  I always end up trasforming what I wanted to do initially into something I like better.  When It comes out bad I throw it away.<br />
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8.  I don't feel bad destroying my art.  It's kinda funny to me to see the expression on people's faces when I do that.  Although I wouldn't really like to destroy some works....the ones that I have some kind of affection to them....that's a no no.<br />
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9.  I think I have too much to learn in art.  i can never be satisfied with what I'm doing and I always find people better than me who motivate me to be better and better.  I hope someday I can be content with what I do.  But then again, what after that?<br />
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10.  I like showing my art to people.  Comments about my art motivate me to make more.  Bad or good, I like people to look at my things and tell me what they think.  I sometimes feel bad about it, I feel annoying.  Like if I was saying:  "look at me look at me" but in reality I'm not.  I just like it when people look at my things and have any kind of reaction towards it.  That reaction is what I like the most.<br />
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There.  I tag <a href="http://3yesore.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/3/y/3yesore.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="3yesore" /></a> ....you fucker. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Dibujos a peso/One dollar drawings</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 10:38:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Decidí que voy a vender todos mis dibujos de 8.5 x 11 a $1 cada uno, pa ver cuantos chavos puedo hacer con eso.  Si alguien le interesa uno me avisa...si no vives en Puerto Rico te lo mando por correo pero es 1 peso mas shipping and handling....eso es todo todo...<br />
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I have decided to sell all my 8.5 x 11 drawings 1 dollar each one, to see how much money I can make off that.  If anyone is interested in one tell me.  If you do not live in Puerto Rico I will mail it to you but it will be $1 plus shipping and handling...that's all all....<br />
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PD:  por ahora puedes escoger entre/For now you can choose from:<br />
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1) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36279132/">[link]</a><br />
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2) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/33953470/">[link]</a><br />
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3) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17583894/">[link]</a><br />
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4) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/22808603/">[link]</a><br />
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5) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/22809070/">[link]</a><br />
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6) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/28477766/">[link]</a><br />
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7) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402904/">[link]</a><br />
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8) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402879/">[link]</a><br />
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9) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402832/">[link]</a><br />
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10) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402775/">[link]</a><br />
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11) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402645/">[link]</a><br />
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12) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402615/">[link]</a><br />
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13) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402478/">[link]</a><br />
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14) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402426/">[link]</a><br />
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15) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402426/">[link]</a><br />
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16) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402387/">[link]</a><br />
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17) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402192/">[link]</a><br />
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18) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402140/">[link]</a><br />
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19) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36402050/">[link]</a><br />
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20) <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36401967/">[link]</a><br />
más dibujos pronto/more drawings to come soon ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>no se que escribir</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/9279810/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 09:47:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ no se que escribir ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>my paintings</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/7586698/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 14:04:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my paintings don't look real<br />
not even close to reality<br />
they are just an attempt<br />
to recreate things I like to look at.<br />
I like to take a picture<br />
and transform it into something<br />
as deep as I want to be.<br />
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not like anybody asked. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>cambio</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/7466969/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 12:48:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ cambia el año, cambia el tiempo<br />
y asi cada minuto sigue cambiando<br />
cambio cambiando mis cambios<br />
para cambiarlos en otra cosa<br />
que no sea lo mismo<br />
porque lo mismo ya aburre<br />
lo mismo ya suele doler<br />
de tanto haberse gastado<br />
Sol que sales a las 5 y 40<br />
dime que sera del año que te acompaña.<br />
Dime que se quedara conmigo<br />
uno mas para entonces el proximo<br />
perdir otra oportunidad.<br />
Ya porfin las olas se calmaron<br />
y he parado de tirar piedras al mar.<br />
Tengo lo que antes creia tener<br />
y he escuchado parte del secreto<br />
que tanto trato de decifrar.<br />
Todavia hay un mundo afuera<br />
fuera de mi pequeño existir<br />
que se derrumba mas por el pasar del tiempo.<br />
Tiempo que siempre parece balancear<br />
todo en la balanza del balance<br />
y que no valga la redundancia nunca mas.<br />
No me importan las palabras<br />
ya me cansa el tener que pensar<br />
como las voy a usar.<br />
Asi que cambia con el cambio<br />
a ver si no cambia nada<br />
porque subiendo es que bajamos<br />
pero yo no quiero bajar. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Miles of nothing</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/4624868/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 20:33:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ for some reaons it's tough to explain  what goes through my heart, what goes  th rough my brain. Now I feel as if  sharpened miles of nothing have stabbed  my heart while loneliness held my arms  back in prision.  I'm deffenseless and  lifeless.  I stare at the skies in  ustopy while I realize another life is  moving on the other side.   Uncontrolable life.  Hope is but a  fainted w hisper for me tonight as I  realize what I can do. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Kites</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/4324459/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2005 06:02:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "when our kitelines first crossed, <br />
we tied them into knots, <br />
and to finally fly appart <br />
we had to cut them off."<br />
                        -"pink bullets"  by the shins ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Supongo</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/4040490/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2004 07:10:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ supongo que ya no hay remedio<br />
que dejar entrar las posibilidades<br />
de esta vida sin ti<br />
sin ninguno de aquellos<br />
aquellos que cierran sus ojos a mi  mirada<br />
perdidos en un mar de telarañas<br />
como aquel que me dio vida<br />
no me importa, no le importo<br />
negativo mas negativo<br />
en este caso supongo que es neutral<br />
Pero poco a poco me doy cuenta<br />
de un patron repetitivo<br />
el se centra en el olvido<br />
que ya poco a poco me voy acostumbrando<br />
Los recuerdos me persiguen<br />
pero tengo que intentar quemarlos<br />
y tirar las cenizas en la playa<br />
para que el mar de las lleve<br />
tanto mar, tanto mal<br />
por qué porque?<br />
esa es buena pregunta<br />
supongo que el dia que la conteste<br />
sabre el porque de todo<br />
de porque me olvidastes<br />
de porque me abandonastes<br />
de porque ignorastes<br />
todo...eso es todo<br />
Los caminos se separan<br />
no hay nada entre ellos<br />
poco a poco ya ni te veo en la  distancia<br />
asi que imagino que moristes<br />
dudo que haya vuelta atras<br />
es muy tarde para regresar todo eso que  caminamos<br />
y volvernos a encontrar<br />
en ese punto separativo<br />
y volver a estar juntos?<br />
mejor vete pal carajo ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Un poemita</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/3940413/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2004 15:01:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ y de veras que no se<br />
no se que esta pasando ultimamente<br />
miro al suelo<br />
pero me dicen que mire alfrente.<br />
Mientras todo da vueltas<br />
en mi razon intrometida<br />
me pregunto si hoy<br />
sera por fin el dia.<br />
Vienen y van cositas<br />
que regalan sus consejos<br />
algunos los recojo<br />
otros yo ni los veo<br />
pero pues como todo siempre<br />
hay una differencia<br />
si este poema te hace sentido<br />
pues explicamelo pq yo no se q diablos  dice aki.... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Quien se canso primero?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2004 22:44:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ La recuerdo hace tiempo<br />
y que todavia es bien flaca<br />
Me acompañaba en mi imaginacion<br />
acostado en una  hamaca<br />
Despues de que el tiempo ha pasado<br />
y mis horas ha consumido<br />
me pregunto si aquel beso<br />
debio haber sido prohibido<br />
pq casi somos amigos<br />
y todo lo aguanta un hilo<br />
pq ni me atrevo a saludarla<br />
ni a dormir mientras vivo<br />
Porque digo vivir<br />
y no se si me hace daño<br />
pero no me dan los dedos<br />
para contar cosas que extraño<br />
y si la vida tuviera "undo"<br />
cambiaria todo y nada<br />
pq ya ni me acuerdo<br />
si fue real o fue un cuento de hadas?<br />
Los atardeceres que vi<br />
en el reflejo de sus ojos<br />
mientras las olas regalaban<br />
sonidos que todavia recogo<br />
Cuando la veia dormir<br />
en su tranquilidad mas serena<br />
cuando cambiaba el color<br />
de su loca melena<br />
Cuando espere por 2 horas<br />
afuera de su casa<br />
Cuando yo me reia<br />
y no se lo que pasa<br />
Cuando fui a San Juan<br />
y no sabia donde estaba<br />
Todas las llamadas recibidas<br />
que nunca costaban<br />
Cuando volamos chiringa<br />
y la de ella no volaba<br />
Cuando vi 2 peliculas<br />
mientras ella cagaba<br />
Cuando nos levantamos<br />
a las 6 de la mañana<br />
fue lo mejor que ha pasado<br />
a las 6 de la mañana<br />
Cuando me hizo 2 cds<br />
con muchas canciones<br />
ya me se la letra<br />
todas las anteriores<br />
Cuando se tumbo unas gafas<br />
del supermercado<br />
Cuando compramos juntos<br />
su mantecado<br />
Cuando reaimos de todas<br />
las estupideces que habian<br />
Las horas pasaban<br />
y yo me perdia<br />
Cuando me gusto mucho<br />
y pense que era deprisa<br />
Cuando todo se quemo<br />
solo quedo las cenizas<br />
cuando me pongo a pensar<br />
en un pasado perdido<br />
pero que a cada rato me tropiezo<br />
y vuelve a ser descubrido<br />
y entre unos cuantos <br />
y pocos "te quiero"<br />
nunca supimos<br />
quien se canso primero? ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>I'll be back when my brain dies</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/3439892/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2004 22:43:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Remember...<br />
but at the same time try to forget<br />
I live in a present that's the bloom of  a past<br />
and the question mark of a future<br />
I remember each and everyone of them<br />
how one by one I fell short<br />
to their expectations<br />
Me and my head<br />
oposing theories<br />
A black sky that's unforgiving<br />
So many moments<br />
just don't fade away<br />
and I wish...I could just find<br />
meaning to all of this<br />
for once know the why<br />
of an upside down life<br />
The 8 of my existance<br />
None of them understands<br />
...understood<br />
what is the me<br />
because the me didn't understand him  either<br />
And each day I wake up<br />
just before the alarm clock goes off<br />
and I know it's going to ring<br />
but I lie in bed until it does<br />
How I hate that sound ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Thought</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2004 21:05:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Orange skies<br />
Light meets dark<br />
A beautiful moon on the skies<br />
decorates my darkests days<br />
She lies by my side<br />
while all these thoughts<br />
fly from inside my heart<br />
to a star I named after her<br />
Will I ever see this star again?<br />
Do stars ever stay still?<br />
I'll find out some day<br />
when dark meets light again<br />
maybe she'll be there<br />
and I can look in her eyes ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Chek</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/2918885/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2004 12:54:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey I thought I might just say this  here....mm due to real need of money  I've decided to sell my art.  I have  8x10 glossy paper prints and a couple  of paintings I'ma sell as well.  The  prints are $10 and the paintings I have  no clue....dpends on how much I like  them lol....if anyone is interested let  me know...I'ma probably delete this  entry soon cuz I feel like such a sell  out selling my art but bleh, sorry life ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Night or day</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2004 22:09:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My eyes won't close down tonight<br />
thinking about all of this has turned  into fright<br />
Alone in the multitude<br />
Alone at home<br />
No one to call<br />
Everyone is gone<br />
Perhaps one moment is left to say<br />
I am so sorry, and promise I'll pay<br />
if I'm not paying now<br />
I will very soon<br />
in my last breathes of air<br />
A toast goes to you<br />
Forget the silences in between<br />
The hi, the bye, and the images seen<br />
A small something in your eye<br />
meant so much to me<br />
I can't promise you much.<br />
Some night, or day, I'll leave ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Seems to me</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2004 08:37:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Seems to me like nights fade and sun  come up every damn morning<br />
Seems to me like people are randomly  placed on this earth to find each other<br />
Seems to me like friends are never  found when you really need one and the  ones that you find you don't want them  near you.<br />
Seems to me like I can never win  anything<br />
Seems to me like my destiny is already  written even if I don't believe in such  thing<br />
Seems to me like I'm loosing my mind<br />
Seems to me like I'm hungry<br />
Seems to me that I really don't  understand this<br />
Seems to me that I'm going to go away  now, open the fridge, get something  that I can cook really easily with a  microwave, it will turn out bad cuz i'm  a horrible cook and when I eat it it  will still be frozen in the middle but  it seems to me that I won't really have  enough will to get up again and re-heat  it so I'll just eat it like that  and....<br />
Seems to me that nobody cares. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Let me live or let me die</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2004 15:20:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The skies turned black once again<br />
Night fell over my head without me even  noticing<br />
Seven o clock used to be so beautiful<br />
but beauty always ends.<br />
I am stranded right here in the belly  of this existence<br />
Not dead, nor alive,<br />
I don't know what I am<br />
And no one can tell me<br />
I wait for a new day<br />
where instead of the annoying sound of  my alarm clock<br />
A light will sofly wake me up one  morning<br />
Maybe tomorow, or the day after that<br />
I don't know that either...<br />
But that dream keeps me walking ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Loose something every time</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2004 15:31:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I watch our ghosts as they have fun<br />
Beneath the big bright ceelings I walk  alone<br />
I wonder what's happened those days<br />
Did they fade away like you?<br />
What happened to that joy that used to  make me smile<br />
And how come it's so easy for you to  forget<br />
You probably think about me in regret<br />
As my tears drop into the human sea  below<br />
I'm tired, I can barely walk<br />
And little stones now tear me appart so  easily<br />
I know you said you didn't like the way  I was always sad<br />
But how can I be happy without you?<br />
I know no other way...<br />
I wonder how you do it<br />
I wonder if you think about me when you  see couples in the mall<br />
I wonder if you see our ghosts have fun  like me<br />
I wonder if you cry everynight when you  think about me<br />
I wonder if you would do anything for  love<br />
I wonder if our friendship will work or  will rott away in time<br />
I wonder if you even think about me  when your with him<br />
I wonder if your happy<br />
I wonder if I need to forget and if you  already forgot<br />
that one day I said I love you<br />
and you said me too<br />
Because right now it doesn't feel like  that<br />
Because right now I'm alone<br />
My voice echoes into the hallway<br />
my wonders won't leave me alone<br />
and I feel everything I had once again  leave me<br />
I'm sick of this life<br />
and there's no rain to hide my tears in ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>You can't forget</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2004 14:02:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been a while now and still my  heart longs for her.  I know people say  you should move on but that would mean  I would have to forget.  And I can't  forget.  Something holds me back from  forgetting.  Maybe it's just stupid to  forget the happiest times of your life,  or maybe you just can't ignore it.   Love I mean.  But what is love then?  I  used to think it's a feeling yet now I  see it as something more than that.  I  think love is a person, I think love is  her and I miss love.  I miss the way we  used to talk everyday and she'd ask me  how was my day.  I miss our jokes.  I  miss her laugh, her smile and that  weird face she used to do when we took  a picture.  I'm finding out now that  those things that I used to see as  routine, as something stable in my life  are now gone and now I see how much she  really did mean to me.  I knew she  meant a lot, just not this much.  Not  as much as to want her back every  single second and not to stop thinking  about her.  I didn't know I loved her  enough to have her as the center of my  life and make everything spin around  it.  I didn't know I loved her enough  to bring tears into my eyes every night  when I remember her.  So yeah, love is  hard to find, but it's impossible to  forget.  My soul wants to be with her  so bad it's the worst pain ever felt.   There is no one else, there is only one  love in my life and it's her.  At times  I wish she could only just listen to my  heart and maybe see how much it's  bleeding.  But I can only try to better  myself to make her realize I'm worth  being with.  I can only give my best to  her.  But now she thinks I'm better off  without her now that I'm trying to  improve myself for her.  Which leaves  me confused and not knowing what to do.   I know words are useless now, for her,  for me, I'll shut up. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Just one</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2003 06:12:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I sat on the floor, looked down at the  floor.<br />
My heavy soul could harldly be carried  now.<br />
Diversity was the word hidding behind  the door<br />
Hardly I looked up at the human sea  grow<br />
There were black people, white people<br />
Yellow people and brown people.<br />
There were punks, rappers, country and  party people.<br />
Fat or skinny, happy or sad people<br />
You could see them all at once<br />
Though some of them you saw once<br />
Before in a far distance inside your  past<br />
Some of them you'll never see again<br />
and some of them will bump on you one  day<br />
So in this multitude I realize<br />
What must be idolized<br />
Gift of life, for every single one of  them has one<br />
A little world of their own they try to  fix<br />
Worlds that most of them don't mix<br />
I wonder then with all these worlds in  front of me<br />
Why would I care about just one of  these worlds?<br />
Why does she make my heart just twist  and twirl?<br />
Why does my life and my world belong to  her?<br />
Why am I another fool in love with her?<br />
Just one world in this sea of human  diversity<br />
is all that matters to me<br />
I wonder if she would look at me from  the other side<br />
and see my world crashing down for her<br />
maybe she'll care... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>I fixed it</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/1573274/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2003 14:43:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I kicked my phone line box thingy and  it works now.... I wonder why didn't I  think of that before ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>The Library sucks</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/1519307/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2003 03:51:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So as most of you know my internet is  messed up, so now I'm stuck everysigle  day in the school's library.  Too bad  the school's computers are only for " School work" so I can't really use  deviantart unless I'm all secrety and  stuff.  I can't put bad words like F*ck  or sh*t or it won['t let me post  it....that sucks because those are my  fav words <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> wah.  Anyways not much is up  with me, I'm trying hard to keep my art  thing going though I may not be doing  very good lately since I'm very  frustrated with a lot of stuff like  school, family, friends and life in  gerenal.  I can't seem to get anything  right lately so I give up and stop  trying.  But then if I do people get  mad.  People get mad about the dumbest  things, that's too bad for me.  I gotta  learn to live again ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Problems?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2003 15:14:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeh I guess you could say that.  I'm  hoping and praying that nobody reads  this...like usual.  But I have a lot of  problems, I guess I just want to get  them off my chest.  First off I've been  flunking at school like a fucking idiot  and all my tests are coming back with  big F's going below the 50 percent and  crap.  That sucks coming from me  because in my house i"m expected to have " good grades".  Yeh right,  how am I  supposed to study with so much crap  going on?  I know that school is  supposed to help you get through life  but I can't get through life as it is  and they're not helping me much.   They're just making it worst.  Then  there's my friends who have been  nothing but a fkn pain in the ass for  me.  I guess it's not their fault.  I'm  always the one to blaim.  Orlando poor  Orlando, that motherfucking  asshole....GOD I HATE HIM!  You know  what?  I can understand my friends not  caring shit about me, because I don't  really give a fuck about myself  anymore...I swear if I had a gun....oh  I better not say it....That kind of  stuff could make you go to a  psychologist and get you at least 3 or  4 pills a day.  And drugs are no good.   NO NO NO.  Hell I know it sounds stupid  by now but guess what? my girlfriend  dumped me.  Well she didn't say it  exactly since I hung up before she  could but in a way in my heart she did.   And let me tell you what?!  It hurts  like hell.  Hurts like hell when the  last bit of sunshine which you thought  you could always rely on is now gone.   POOF.  Just like that.  And now who do  I have?  God?  Are you there?  Let me  tell you what God, if you are there,  why is this shit happening to me?  Why  all of this at the same time?  Is this  a test?  ANOTHER ONE!?!?!?!?  Havn't I  flunked enough of them?  God why do I  always as you questions?  That's a  problem...because you can't speak my  words GOD, you speak a "mysterious"  language which quite franlky is making  me think some other idiot made you up  like they made up Santa Claus and the  Easter Bunny.  And that sucks because  honestly I feel like I have nobody.   Nobody to trust, nobody to talk, nobody  to hold my head and say it's going to  be alright.  Hey at least dad's trying  to make up for that year he dissapeared  out of my life and is trying to buy me  with presents and pretend that nothing  ever happened.  At least mom is  spending 2 minutes with me everyday  when she hangs up that stupid fucking  cel phone.  Hey at least my sister is  being nice to....wait I take that back,  SHE'S A BITCH.  Hey at least my love  still wants to be my friend....or does  she?  I didn't let her finish.  All I  know is I'm sick...really I am....I got  snot coming out of my ears, probably.   And my head hurts so much I can't even  type things right.  But you know as  these last sentences of sanity end,  life just doesn't feel very fun  anymore.  So I'll just say bye bye, and  hope to have breath to wake up tomorow,  and the day after...and the day after.   Yeh I hope so?  Sometimes I do,  hope....to live.  That big lie that  tomorow'll still be fine is always in  me for some stupid reason.  So I'll  just say byebye for now....nobody.  I  hope I don't bring anybody  down...that's the last thing I want  right now, to be an ass again.  FUCK ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Another day</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2003 19:19:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Silence wakes me up.  Step outside the  door.  Live becoming clear, looking  from the floor.  Past is coming back, I  tried to run away, I tried to fend it  off, but it always seemed to stay.   Don't know what is wrong, I thought I  was complete, I thought that I was  strong, but my heart is just too weak.   Cornered by my life, uncompleted life,  trying to move foward, trying to stay  alive.  Trying to survive, be happy  once again, Demons are so evil, they  crawl inside my brain.  I can't think  straight, or get a break, I want to  break but my bones just waon't let me.   My sould cannot shatter.  God I wonder  why every day it gets sadder. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>WHAT?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2003 13:33:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Where did my icon go? ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Time Machine</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2003 12:37:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I WONDERED ON AS DAYLIGHT FADED.   WONDERED MANY THINGS I DO NOT  COMPREHEND?  NOW I'M SURE THIS IS HELL,  SO I PRESS A GUN AGAINST MY HEAD.  I  WONDER WHAT'S NEXT?  HOW COULD IT BE  ANY WORST THAN THIS?  PAIN. SUFFERING.   MY HANDS SHAKE BECAUSE I'M SCARED. ONE  SECOND, THEN THERE'S NO TURNING BACK.   THIS TIME MACHINE STUCK IN MY HEAD  PUSHES ME, MOVES MY HAND ALL BY ITSELF.   A TEAR DROPS.  I THINK ABOUT PEOPLE.   WOULD ANYBODY REMEMBER.  I'M SURE  THEY'LL SAY THEY WILL, BUT THEY WON'T,  THEY'LL EVENTUALLY GET OVER IT AND I'M  FUCKING GLAD!  I NEVER THOUGHT I'D HAVE  THE GUTS, THEN AGAIN WASN'T I THE ONE  WHO THOUGHT IT'D BE BETTER TOMOROW?   YOU STUPID FUCK!  NOT HAPPY.  NO LIFE.   NO LOVE.  NOT YOUR WAY.  NO PEACE.  NO  HOPE.  NO HOPE.  DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT  ANYMORE!  IF THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DON'T  FEEL PAIN ARE CORPES, THEN I'LL JUST  JOIN THE CLUB... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Random Thoughts</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/1147902/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2003 14:59:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm thinking.  Summers over.  I think,  to think about the thoughts I have  thought.  That's whack my friend.  I  have a phone.  Don't say that.  Hello.   Poor baby.  Incredible.  Amazing.   People are freaks.  Amen to that.   Woohoo.  Elephants are peepee?  LOL.   If you thinks that penguins live in the  ocean then you...thought is still in  process.  I'm sorry.  Didn't mean to  say that.  Damn it.  I'm sorry sorry.   You fool.  Stop getting inside my head!   NO!  There are bunnies in my head.  A  guy hit a sparrow with a car down the  street.  The chemistry lab blew up.  It  wasn't me.  Life is that simple.  Life  is that complicated... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Happy birthday asshole</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2003 12:22:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah today is my birthday and  surprisingly enough I feel like I'm the  lowest form of shit that there is!  I'm  so depressed at my life I have no will  to breathe.  I'm FUCKED UP!  The world  forgot today was my birthday, they had  to be reminded by somebody who just  happened to write it down one day on a  notebook.  It really sucks when people  forget your birthday.  Sucks even more  when people don't want to see you on  your birthday...  Did I do something?   What the fuck is wrong with people?  I  thought I was the nice guy here.  Nice  guys do fuckn finish last.  I got to  school and nobody wanted to talk to  me....I sat on the floor next to a  column where the shadows were and began  to draw a bunny.  Nobody noticed.   Nobody cared.  Nobody remembered.  The  day went by and only 2 people  remembered, so they reminded everybody  else.  Everybody else then half way  through the day went to me and told me  happy birthday.  Happy?  right.  But at  least my best friend went with me to  the music store and I had a little bit  of fun...but then the owner of the  store took it away from me...just like  everybody else in the world.  So I  leave the store and went to Burger  King.  There's this girl I love, I went  to see her today.  She told me to  leave....why?  I do not know....but I  was at least expecting some kind of  sympathy from her...after all that's  what people do on your birthday.  Well  on other people's birthdays.  My sister  forgot my birthday this morning too.   My father has yet to call.  I don't  think he will...after all he hasn't  called in about a year now.  He doesn't  care anymore....he won't remember and  if he does he won't call.  So who cares  right?  I mean what's so happy about my  birthday now?  I can't ever get what I  want...i'm getting used to that by now.   I don't even want presents  anymore...not that I've gotten even one  single one exept ketchup from a girl at  my school, I do not know why she gave  me that.  I wanted 2 things for my  birthday.  A father and a girl I love.   Nothing more....but you and I both know  that's too much to ask.  Don't ask for  more than you deserve ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Random Thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2003 17:21:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Agh! Dig a hole and bury me!  I have no  idea what's going on anymore.  I'm  happy.  I'm sad.  I'm sa-ppy.  I want  to be a cookie.  I love her.  Sleepy,  sleepy, sleepy.  Insanity is never that  far away.  Me crazy?  Look at you!   Step out of your world for once.  I  hate myself.  Life is sneaky sneaky!   Sometimes I wish I wasn't born.   Cookies!  Chocolate mmm.  Does  chocolate milk come fom chocolate cows?   Shit fuck I made a mistake!  Poopy poo  poo caca!  Auuuugah.  I'm such a loser.   Do you love me?  Is anybody reading  this?  Superman isn't that powerful, I  could take him.  Spiderman is gay.   Leonardo is gay.  WORD!  Jester.   What's up doc?  Don't worry........be  happy ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Dark Blue</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2003 16:59:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Last couple of days have been emotional  rollercoasters.  Oh how great it is to  be alive when everything is fine, and  happy.  I've come to realize that the  most stupid thing can make a whole  world come appart.  Stupid things blind  us sometimes and make us focus on them  when what we should focus is on all the  gifts we have.  Your dreams come true  and you don't even see them because  you look at the world from this  negative side that really sucks.   That's normal to happen to most people  because everybody has a problem,  everybody has some kind of shit that  just makes you want to kill yourself  sometimes.  But what a shame to those  who give in, it's sad really.  Don't  be blinded by problems, look around you  first... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Nobody cares anymore</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2003 00:22:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today I talked to my ex-gf and suprisingly came one step closer to  understanding her.  I never actually did understand her while we were  going out...I guess that's why she left me but that's not important  anymore.  The fact is I found out some things tonight that helped me to  get closer to understanding life, or this world, whatever you call it.   I realized everyone in this world no matter what they've done to you in  the past, how much they've hurt you, they deserve a chanse to be heard.   Because if you just put some earmuffs on and set your mind on that  image you have of that person, being evil or whatever, then you're not  being very fair at all.  I realize now I sound like fucking Barney  talking like this but I don't know, "it's 3am I must be lonely"  -matcbox 20- (really it's 3:06 am)  Well anyways, I guess what I'm  trying to say is everybody does do deserve a second chance, or at least  a chance to be heard and to give an explanation, even if you think that  person is a full of shit lying son of a bitch, not that I think that of  my ex-gf, but sometimes people think that, but anyways I'm moving  further from my point.  I wanted to say some things here in this  journal that quite frankly I forgot right now, heheh it's the funniest  thing when you're half asleep and you're trying to think. THINK FUCKER  THINK!  Oh I also found out tonight that not everybody's the same,  people are different and sometimes they collide, that's why we have  these little missunderstandings.  But I guess people just don't care  about each other and that's the problem human beings have.  You see  everybody's trying to pull the rope to their side and not thinking of  anybody else, that's why there are wars, and that's why there are fist  fights and that's why Yogi always gets in trouble with the guy with the  green hat.  You see that's where problems come from, from a  miscomunication cuz I think that nobody's really evil inside, and if  they are there is still the least bit of good in people.  Nobody's evil  like in the movies, that's all bullshit they make us believe.  I think  that deep deep down eveybody's good in a way, but we're all so fkn  selfish we let that get in the way of our goodness and we end up having  a fight.  Cuz if you look at if from a 3rd person point of view fights  always seem stupid.  If you try and understand both sides you see this  old image of two donkeys strapped with a rope trying to get to opposite  sides...I don't knwo where I saw that but it was fucking funny, the  donkeys and the shit.  Anyways, you see from a 3rd point of view fights  are always stupid cuz this person is like blinding himself and the  other person is blinding himself as well, they are both ignoring that  the other person has a reason for doing what he's doing.  It's stupid  really, if we just took some time to see what's the matter with the  other person, if we talked instead of pulled like a fucking donkey then  maybe we wouldn't have missunderstandings.  FUCK! Don't the word just  give it out?  Missunderstanding!  I wonder who came up with that name  for a word.  Well anywayz that was like my "Jerry Springer Final  Thought" shit...only it's not my final thought...but it's never Jerry's  final thought either cuz the next day he comes with another FINAL  THOUGHT and they never end!  So if its not the end then that's a good  thing right?  I hope at least 1 person read this whole bunch of crap,  maybe I could change the world...that'd be cool....or maybe I could  just make somebody feel better....that'd make my day <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> <br>
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Take care ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Nobody cares anymore</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2003 20:46:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Nobody cares anymore<br>
to live or to die?<br>
The world is to busy playing games<br>
trying to fix their little worlds inside<br>
Screw him if he fails<br>
many have lost like this<br>
Nobody cares if you can't win<br>
many are lost in games like these<br>
The world's gone to hell<br>
but people don't really damn<br>
all that matters is that you're ok...<br>
Your family, your things, it's grand<br>
People die every day<br>
worlds fall appart<br>
A kid walks down the streets<br>
while we all stare at the stars<br>
It makes him blind<br>
it makes him deaf<br>
makes him escape<br>
from this world of death<br>
It's sad really...<br>
when you look around<br>
step out of your world<br>
amazed at what you found<br>
see it's not so perfect now<br>
see it falling appart<br>
A standing ovation for the world<br>
truly a work of art ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Too Late</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2003 09:21:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wrote a song a long time ago...I read it today and I really liked  them lyrics I wrote lol....I couldn't even remember who I wrote this  for but still here it is...<br>
<br>
Too Late<br>
<br>
<br>
A drop of rain falls into the ocean<br>
Silent as the sun washes away<br>
And the birds now sing their songs<br>
And you know that this cant stay<br>
<br>
Well it all seems to be fading<br>
And the corners now all seem blurred<br>
As you lie down for a second<br>
And you realize that youre not sure <br>
<br>
Realizing your existence<br>
And how small you seem to be<br>
In this world, what are your troubles? <br>
In compared to all, you see?<br>
<br>
As a tear runs down your eye<br>
And you realize your fate<br>
Whats to do?  Who to call for?<br>
Turn to me? No its too late<br>
No its too late<br>
No its too late<br>
No its too late ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Somethings don't make sense</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2003 17:39:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...What?  What's this?  I don't get life, I never have and I dont'  think I ever will.  I wonder if the things that happen to us are a  consequence of what we did in the past...then again why bad things  happen to good people wouldn't make sense.  But still I don't know....I  guess life is just crazy like that, random.  SHIT DOES HAPPEN!  And  what's that?  I don't really know, I'm not sure what's going on  anymore.  You know how it feels like?  Being alone?  maybe I'm just  sick of it....all the boredom, all this loneliness.  It's scare when  you feel really lonely and still there are people around you...that  scares me sometimes because I think I'm going insane....but maybe I am.   I hope I am..things would make more sense that way....in a way.  HAHA!   Sometimes I forget why I smile...why I laugh but it's just funny like  that.  Sometimes I see my sanity fading away but Jim Carey said once  "Insanity is never that far away, it's as close as saying yes to the  wrong impulse"  Took me a long time to figure out what the hell he was  talking about but I think I get it now...  See we all have our bad  days, and our bad situations and sometimes if you just give in....if  you just give up...then nothing makes sense....something like that, I  don't ever know how to explain shit but still for some useless reason I  try.  "I write because it helps me express my emotions, I write because  it makes me feel happy"  ????? What a bunch of bull shit ! LOL!  Wow I  just realized half of this crap doesn't even make sense and people are  going to read this and say "What the hell has happened to Orlando?  Is  he high?"  BUT NO! I don't do drugs...  It's just that sometimes I feel  out of place...I feel strange in a way that scares me...because I don't  know why I'm here, and what I'm going to do with my life and that  scares the shit out of me...I see all my friends...they all got their  futures figured out and me I'm just making it up as I go along....I  hope that works out....if it doesn't I'm really screwed HAHAHAH ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Ah crap</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2003 16:35:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah normally my Subject title would be hello but I just wanted to  change a little bit...um I'm just really bored in my house today, I  finished doing probably my last project of 11th grade and....oh CRAP I  FORGOT TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK, gotta go bye!<br>
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PS:  This is not a joke I really did remember now! lol... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Ah crap</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2003 16:35:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah normally my Subject title would be hello but I just wanted to  change a little bit...um I'm just really bored in my house today, I  finished doing probably my last project of 11th grade and....oh CRAP I  FORGOT TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK, gotta go bye!<br>
<br>
PS:  This is not a joke I really did remember now! lol... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Hello</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/725853/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2003 16:35:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah normally my Subject title would be hello but I just wanted to  change a little bit...um I'm just really bored in my house today, I  finished doing probably my last project of 11th grade and....oh CRAP I  FORGOT TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK, gotta go bye!<br>
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PS:  This is not a joke I really did remember now! lol... ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Hello</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/707230/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2003 09:24:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear journal!<br>
<br>
It allways seems funny to me how things turn out, they turn out good or  bad it allways seems to amaze me for some reason.  I always try and  understand them but I never can.  Well anywayz lots of things have  happened to me in the last few days, I thought I had cancer which gave  me just a little bit of fear that I might have died and made me think  twice about wishing for my death so much.  I wrote a song about it,  came out preety good I must admit.  Also my long time friend is now  dating my ex-girlfriend and that just made me feel like I was living on  another one of those crappy tv shows where they subconciously debate if  dating your friend's ex-girlfriend is ok or not.  Is it ok?  I don't  know, my ex-girlfriend dumped me so I guess I still had feelings for  her, but at the same time I had so much anger towards her, and while I  was still thinking what I felt for her, my friend stepped in and dates  her now?  I don't know if I have a problem with that, I don't want to  get in the way of love but I gotta tell you it hurts sometimes to see  him have what used to make me happy.  Because I'm not a really happy  person to say the least but when I was with her I was for some reason  dispite all the fightings.  She dumped me and my mind just kind of  split into so many pieces I don't now what I am anymore, happy? sad?  confused? maybe  I don't really know, I think I'm going insane if I"m  not already.  I guess all I need is love?  Not many people know my  father has abandoned me for a long time now which sucks ass because I  really would want him to be here right now and teach me all the other  shit parents teach their children.  My mother has to work most of the  time, seems like she spends more time talking on the cel phone than she  does sleeping.  And my sister and I have almost nothing in common so we  just don't even interact with each other otherwise we'll end up  fighting.  And to this all I have left are my friends who I can  probably say are the only reason for me to be happy but I don't  know...I don't think that's enough...  I mean my band's great and I  have so much fun trying to get famous (lol) but I don't know, for some  reason something is always missing and I NEVER fucking know what it is.   Pisses me off! GURR!  But for what it's worth I just don't try and  think so much, just keep my mind of my problems and concentrate on  stupid things that make me laugh.  Like watching the most childish  cartoons or listening to funny songs or playing guitar (that doesn't  really make me laugh but keeps me busy.) ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Hello</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2003 21:46:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear journal!<br>
<br>
I thought I'd write cuz I never use this journal...internet...thingy.   Well anywayz my concert was tonight and it fkn ruled! yeah boy! yeah!   Well damn I hate it when you don't have anything else to say....oh well  bye ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Hello</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/601897/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2003 16:40:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DDDDDDDDDear Journal,<br>
<br>
I thought I'd write once again to bore you with my usual crap!  Today  was a really boring day, nothing new, nothing interesting to say, just  same old boring me.  You know I remember I bought a camera to try and  tape my life but it was so boring I ran out of tape and I just quit.  I  have now 2 drawings that are favs of 2 diff persons and that is really  cool cuz I thought my drawings sucked ass!  I feel so small here in  this web site.  I read the Kurt Kobain journal entries today...scary  sh*t, oh well ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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                <title>Hello</title>
                <link>http://jstr.deviantart.com/journal/582209/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2003 15:18:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear JournalI thought I'd write a journal since I want to be devious  enough!  Devious is not a word I know, so I'm just going to pretend  like I do know what it means.  Hi I'm bored and I have a test tomorow,  I don't really want to study so i'm writting a journal.  Something  popped into my head earlier thinking in why is this f.king site so  slow?  Takes me like at least 3 minutes to get from one page to  another....maybe my computer is just slow but the other web sites are  way faster!  You'd think that a site composed by graphic designers and  probably web artists would be a little faster but then again life's  just that weird isn't it.  One last thing to say, it's HOT in Puerto  Rico!  Thank you...carry on.. ]]></description>
                <author>~jstr</author>
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