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Thu Dec 16, 2004, 11:26 PM
So, I'm not using DA anymore. I'll keep my written hackery here until I think of something better to do with it. I'm not going to bother with maintaining this page since: A) I barely write anything I'd actually submit anymore and: B) Nobody comes by here anyway. I've never really put stuff here for attention, but a page that nobody looks at just seems pointless. I am leaving DA and unlike a lot of peple I've encountered on this site I will not be coming back in like 2 months, maybe with a new screen name. Always did think that was lame. But whatever. I'm out. Take it easy.

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  • Current Residence: Tampa, Florida
  • Interests: Keeping occupied
  • Favourite movie: The Crow (with Brandon Lee)
  • Favourite band or musician: Nirvana, Bad Religion, Iced Earth, Hendrix, Red Hot Chili Peppers
  • Favourite genre of music: Heavy metal and hard rock
  • Favourite artist: Tim Bradstreet, Alex Ross, UDON
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Hey brother

Yeah I'm still around.. sometimes. I guess I'm now more needle lipped and winter eyed than I once was, and my fingers feel cold when I hold a pen.

This place.. has once given me something so beautiful that no words in any worlds could describe it, but despite mine, her.. our best effort that part of my life, which I now regard as best of it, wasnt static.. left somewhere. And when I sleep I see it's footprints. So yeah, Daria left. And every memory I have of this place somehow brings me back to her..
To quote someone I cant remember now "You'll never get your old self back... once you have loved like that"
It all feels like a card trick.

So I come back sometimes, read something once in a while but seldom talk..

The only place I really find peace these days is underwater, diving. Down where its very very black... inside wrecks or caves at night time somewhere around 45-50meters deep.. you have to use dual air tanks and an extra pony of 42% oxygen content nitrox for the decompression stop later to really understand it but there is a feeling there.. its as if you are touching death, it's soft, sweet and beatiful.. with whispers and dalliance.. and so like the touch of a lover it scares me, yet I always go back down whenever I can. And there are the flashlight fish that look like dancing stars all around you..

Hah.. but that could be just nitrogen narcosis.. I dont know.. maybe I've gone mad (confirm/advise?)

Right well.. to be honest yeah, Ive been away for a while.. needed to find something to do, to clear my head, to be somewhere far away from so many things that carried memories with it of how happy I once was. So I started diving, travelled around abit.. now that I come back this place feels alot more neutral now.. so maybe I'll come back here again.. maybe I'll write something .. we'll see

But yeah, its good to hear from you :)
Well its certainly god to hear from you too. I'm sorry about Daria man. things with Sara and I went south a ways back and I just stopped coming here because I knew she was here...Bad times were afoot in my personal life then, very bad times. Not that they've gotten miraculously better, but they're better to a degree. I'm still getting pretty disillusioned with DA lately, I feel there's too much change, less serious art and more restrictions..feels less like a community...But maybe I'm just being my usual antisocial self and just distancing myself from things.. I'm writing less often lately. Stopped talking to a lot of my friends I was getting really tired of. A few others I just haven't talked to at all in a while..Need to fix that. One is in Europe right now, taking a month's vacation. I guess you get to do that when you're wealthy. I wouldn't know. Oh well. Family life is as strained as ever..My big brother is home for the week, with my sister-in-law and my little nephew. I'm an uncle man, its kinda cool. My plan is to school the kid on video games when he's older. That and rock music. Oh yeah. A lot of stuff sucks pretty hard right now, but other stuff is alright I guess. I just take it all as it comes. Stay well man, take care of yourself. glad to hear from you, I really don't have anybody interesting to talk to around here anymore. Or crazy at least, lol. Take care.

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What do we owe the most to our dreams? Our hopes, or our dissapointments?
So, I'm walking down the street the other day, thinking about how DA is a much better Live Journal than Live Journal, and someone up and kicked me in the balls.

Strangest thing, man.
This is the first time in like a month or longer that I've even logged into this stupid site. I do believe I have entirely lost interest in DA.

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What do we owe the most to our dreams? Our hopes, or our dissapointments?
Hey Katie!

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What do we owe the most to our dreams? Our hopes, or our dissapointments?
when is the next time you're off work? we'll hang.

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Put a bullet in my head and an arrow in my heart.
This coming Thursday. After that, Saturday. I have the day off, but I'm going to a show that night.

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What do we owe the most to our dreams? Our hopes, or our dissapointments?

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