| Memories... |
[Apr. 26th, 2008|06:51 pm] |
I consider myself a decent writer, but sometimes you run across something that explains a situation or mood so perfectly, there's no need to put pen to paper. This would be one of those times.
More then a Memory
Garth Brooks
People say she's only in my head
Its gonna take time to laugh again
They say I need to get on with my life
But they don't realize
Is when your dialing 6 numbers just to hang up the phone.
Driving cross town just to see if she's home.
Waking a friend in the dead of night, just to hear 'em say it's gonna be alright.
When your finding things to do not to fall asleep cuz you know she'll be there in your dreams.
Thats when she's
more than a memory
Took a match to everything she ever wrote
Watched her words go up in smoke
Tore all the pictures off the wall
But that aint helping me at all.
Cuz when your talking out loud and nobody's there
You look like hell and you just don't care
Drinking more than you've ever drank
Sinking down lower than you've ever sank
When you find yourself falling down upon your knees, praying to God, begging him PLEASE
That's when she's
More than a Memory
She's more
She's more
Cuz when your dialing her number just to hang up the phone
Driving cross town just to see if she's home
waking a friend in the dead of night, just to hear 'em say it's gonna be alright
When our finding things to do not to fall asleep cuz you know she'll be waiting in your dreams
That's when she's
More than a Memory
People say she's only in my head
Its gonna take time to laugh again |
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| Subjects are for the weak... |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|01:03 am] |
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I'm getting better at updating this thing I think. A point for me.
So I'm excited about the new project Amy and I have been working on. Hopefully within the next few weeks all the technical things will come together, and the site can go live. I don't think I could have found a better artist to help me with this, even if I have to strain to keep this a humor comic, and not turn it into a saga (her artwork begs to be told by story, I swear).
I'm not going to say too much more on the subject, until the site is live. It is exciting, and keeps me from getting too bored over here.
Speaking of over here, the damn dust storm finally ended, and we have gone an entire two days without anyone breaking a weapon! At least, that I know of. I've been on reset, so I might find a pile of rusted out devices of war waiting for me on my return. Oh joy of joys.
Ah well, such is the life we lead, in times like these. |
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| Uncomfortable Ground |
[Apr. 18th, 2008|08:05 pm] |
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Sometimes, you just have a bad feeling. That there is something wrong, but you just can't place it, or are lacking the vital information to make the connection. Its a horrendous feeling, it starts in the pit of your stomach, a dark foreboding, that moves up your spine until it seizes your heart, and pierces it with icy fingers. From there it begins a slow poisoning of your soul, until even sleep is lost as a reprieve.
That is how I feel right now.
I may have taken on the mantra, of "If nothing else, its going to be interesting."
But interesting doesn't always equal good. |
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| Incoming... |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|10:29 am] |
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Those outside the fence really arn't that stupid. A big dust storm rolls in, the aircraft can't fly, they start hammering us with indirect fire. Anytime I can wake up to the sound of "Incoming, Incoming, Incoming!" multiple times from the Giant Voice, I know is going to be another wonderful day... |
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| Creeeaakkk |
[Apr. 9th, 2008|03:44 pm] |
You know whats great? Gerber knives. Seriously, love 'em. Not only can they slice through a summer sausage like so much warm butter, but they can continue into the finger on the hand holding said meat product with the same ease. Its great! I mean, the cut quality is such that even three band-aids can't staunch the flow of life fluid!
I just want to know, who's going to clean up the keyboard of my laptop now...
On the plus side, I made a DeviantArt profile, out of sheer boredom. |
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| Knocking the Dust Off. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2007|03:09 pm] |
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Its been awhile since I've done much writing, beyond the here or there Myspace rant...of which, so many of us are inclined.
So I think I'll use this space to try to get back in the habit of writing, and see just how well that works out for me. Its been awhile since I've told a story, and the characters in my heads are starting to cause a ruckus...I think they would like to be let out.
So I'm going to offer up this space for them to run free, and see just what kind of mischief the heroes in my mind can get themselves into... |
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| There I was.... |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|07:43 pm] |
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Well, this should prove a new, and ultimately interesting adventure I should think.
Being the first of my posts, I suppose I should start with a bit of background. My name is Justin, and I'm 25. There, that should about do it, eh? Eh, perhaps not. Ah well.
So I promised myself I would finish "The Tale of the Body Thief" by the weeks end. For those who have never read them, I strongly recommend the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. And on another note, has anyone ever tried heavy typing with a Z-Board? The damn keys are too close togather! Sigh..the price we pay...
Well, I got myself a new job to tide me over till I go play in the Sandbox again. I'm a courier now. All I do is drive around in my truck, delivering things people may or may not be expecting. And with that, I must say your were right, I was wrong to those who have been trying to convince me for years that downtown isn't the hell I like to make it out to be. So Racheal, Katt, Angel and Dan, live it up. It won't last long.
By the way, I also have a new found apprechiation for driving down Univeristy when classes are letting out. Its like a simply wonderful parade of loveliness. Well, sometimes. Sometimes its just plain creepy.
Thats all for this modest post, more when I feel up to it. |
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