Aug 4, 2004
heyy w0w. . . 0mg it's been to friggin' long since i last rote in this thing anyawya umm. . . ok were to start well i just got bak from spendin' like a week at my friends brittany's house nd be4 that i was at my friends katie's house 4 a graduation party mucho fun. . . then we all went bak to brittany's house wit me kaite brittany nd another britt it was fun will stayed up all night.hey guess wat we played pass the shivers lol he was on the fone wit us half the night we all passed the fone around nd tlked to him lol that was fun too. just remeber this: i don't have a drinkin' problem, i drink, i get drunk, i pass out , no problem. then i passed out around 5:00 i don't no wen they went out. good times good times haha lol nd then we woke up at 12:00 nd tommy ((brittany's friend)) came ova nd we finally got up lol nd then we all went to church ((maybe)) lol nd then we went bowlin' at howell lanes good times good times. lol umm. . . it took like 5 hours to get a lane we got there at like wat 6:30 nd didn't get a lane until 8:30 so yea it was long wit nuthin' to do except hang by gregs ((brittany's other friend)) car the hole time so yea we all had some good times good times. then we had to drop off my friend kt nd ((the other)) britt we met britt's mom on rt. 9 nd we stopped to get mdonalds nd the guys there was so fringin' retarded (( i think he was a lil solw)) but anyway i think we all had good times good times lol yea ok well i think i've said all i can say 4 now so i'm out ttual later bye bye luv yea u all ! ! ! lol bye
Posted at 09:05 am by jpal311
Feb 21, 2004
"It's not quick or quiet like it was with you. No, it's loud and nasty. My kind of kill. I stare the bastard in the face and I laugh as he screams to God for mercy and I laugh harder when he squeals like a stuck pig and when he whimpers like a baby I'm laughing so hard I cry. He spurts and gurgles and life is good. And when his eyes go dead the Hell I send him to must seem like Heaven after what I've done to him. "
Posted at 10:54 am by jpal311
Jan 22, 2004
w0w its been a while since i rote in thiz thin weel i ain't got nuthin to say lol leave a mesage bye all !
Posted at 08:38 am by jpal311
Jan 7, 2004
all tha memories we've made.i kno i wOnt forget
all tha trouble we've caused. i def' w0nt regret
everything that was dOne. was dOne together
best friends today+tomorrow scratch that 4eva
c.o. m.m. k.h. k.b. k.m.
Posted at 09:51 am by jpal311
Jan 6, 2004
ITS A NEW YEAR SO U NO WHAT THATS MEANS ITS TIME TO BE REAL ND BY THAT I MEAN I WANT TO SAY SOM THIN ND LET ME REMIND U THAT WHEN I SAY THIS I AM SAYIN SOM THIN THAT EXPRESS HOW I FELL SO HERE I GO:
THEY SAY BOY FRIENDS COM ND GO
BUT BEST FRIENDS LAST A LIFE TIM
WEL AT LEAST THATS WHAT I THOUGH....... RIGHT......WRONG........SO WHEN I SAY HIS IM REALLY JUST SAIN MY OPINION OF SU THIN THIN GOD GAVE US ALL A OPINION RIGHT.......... RIGHT! NOW WHEN I SAY THIS IM ALSO NOT SAYIN ITS ANY1 FALUT TO. WELL I G2G BYE ALL!
Posted at 08:57 am by jpal311
Dec 9, 2003
Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto th eedge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him the knew--
Only more sure of all I though was true.
Posted at 03:24 am by jpal311
The hear can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
Posted at 03:20 am by jpal311
The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.
Posted at 03:18 am by jpal311
IN A DISUSED GRAVE YARD
The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
Posted at 03:17 am by jpal311
A Patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten--
If I ever read it.
Posted at 03:15 am by jpal311