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Yeah, I get that shit a lot.
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[19 Aug 2008|12:52am] |
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feel like the big cheese
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[18 Aug 2008|11:07pm] |
From now on this is mine again, but no longer. It is just MINE.
Fuck what was your's, I'll kill and take it
Think you're as good?
I fucking doubt it
Don't run around late, like the white rabbit
You brought the noise again, stab it
FUCKING STAB IT
I'm fucking sneaky, not sneaky enough
You think you see through
what I think is tough
Bring on the white noise
THE DIAMOND AND THE ROUGH
one more puff, one more puff, one more puff
I can fucking take it
when you're not amused
Look around, just fake it
If I need an excuse
Everything I see reminds me of tooth
Just call it needing
I need a strange goose
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[18 Aug 2008|10:53pm] |
the secret and chuckle. Handshake and buckle.
You're walking right through me
Trying to find another love
fucking fool me
you'll get by like a dove
angel's face, you can fool with such grace
instead of giving in
I did an about face
slipperyyyy
that's how you want it, don't you?
flickery, you're like the turd in the pool
every five seconds I find somebody's Muse
I just wish music was more like a fucking tube
flush it down
Flush down everything you knew you would use
Writin' paper, I scratch ink with a pen
I wanna become more than... the flower's fuckin' stem
If I wish hard enough maybe I could be with them
Goddamn it feels good
to be writing again
unleash the horrors I wish I could...... then
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[07 Aug 2007|09:47pm] |
and as i've slowly come to realize that you don't really care about me, instantly i realized i'm not such a big fan of you, either. whoa, whoa, WHOA! *superrealizationmodeXtreme*
Changes to be made.
Fucks to be used for something more useful in the future.
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[02 Aug 2007|04:11am] |
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we danced.
And we danced.
AND WE DANCED.
And I hated every minute of it.
Stupid fuck.
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[31 Jul 2007|05:54pm] |
... and as her brains oozed out from beneath her fury brow, I thought of my toast this morning, and the morning before that, as well as the morning before that, and it struck me that my toast could use a little spice.
Now, there is nothing illegal about pondering brain consumption, but I suppose it is still kind of bad.
Technically.
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[22 Jun 2007|11:47am] |
There's nothing like slipping into a freshly laundered pair of undies right out of the dryer.
Wait.. oh, heh. Yes there is.
If that pair of undies happens to be a pair of Bonnaroo Tool undies, the equation just gets 300023222x rockin'er.
Sweet, sweet homestead:)
Right, and so for all you viewers out there fantasizing about Caleb in a pair of freshly laundered Bonna-Tool undies, don't get to hot and bothered. 'Tis I, the OTHER one. Not exactly the better half, but definitely the other half. This is all part of my HIJACK CALEB '07 plan. Fun, right?
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[10 May 2006|01:12pm] |
"I have lice and I hope it crawls up your frumpy purple asshole."
There is definitely a lot of shit clogging my thought-stream. It builds up and builds up until whatever comes out of my mouth is garbled and confused and nothing comes out whole or without a piece of another thought attached to it. I need mental filing cabinets.
Anything and everything, as it comes will come. It'll all come out, see? So I'm it, so fucking what?
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[08 May 2006|01:13pm] |
Under the hobo influenca
Walking through trees and giving them presents
Their names are Samuel, Prackett and Jim
But to tell this story you must start with an end
for around the corner lies around the bend
and just before the sun gets dim...
I brought the things you wanted of me
I bought the things you wanted of me
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[04 May 2006|01:44pm] |
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I would rather track urine through the school than not track urine through the school, so I stepped in it.
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[01 May 2006|01:15pm] |
This white screen confronts me, asks me what is I'm looking for.
Presently I am unable to answer it, so I avoid it.
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The lines of blue are growing increasingly more comforting, however, so maybe what I'm looking for resides within the high resolution monitor.
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I can't seem to find... anything, really. Fuzz, static. Zero movement. When I sit in front of this contraption it goes as blank as my mind does, staring back at each other, weighing maybe. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just who?
000
Time to kill means a lot to me, I guess that's why I kill so much of it. Contained in my gray matter are countless hundreds of ways to put the clock in it's grave. It's my calling. My heritage.
I have all the time in the world, now.
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[27 Apr 2006|01:35pm] |
I wish I was young again
when "I had too much sugar this morning"
was a warning of wakefulness, not sickness
Before I realized that no amount of sweets
could wake me from this dream
or keep me from peering, peeking, walking
over this troubled rift
So I apologize because I can't write
I just have to vent my awful nights
off into steam, away from me
to keep my thoughts and body clean
I sleep a lot, but do not dream,
breathe in canisters that make whipped cream
And why the children run from me
I don't know, I don't know
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Head hurts, throat hurts, shouldn't be at school. The outside air burns me inside out, the inside air is infected with smells and perfumes that hurt me even more.
Now there are suited men checking our progress on the computers. From the Department of Education, apparently. Asking us now, "How do you like the computers?"
They're fine, go away.
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[25 Apr 2006|12:10pm] |
I am a jester
My name is Lester
I spark up doobies
When I am pestered
I had a woman
Her name was Hester
I should have left her
but then she died
Let's go to the bank!
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[21 Apr 2006|12:46pm] |
Thank you for loving me
even when I'm ugly
No one so beautiful
should have to do all the things you do
for love
So I want to apologize
I'm sorry for silences
Sorry for outbursts
Sorry for tarantulas
and sorry about Albert
I used to think like a boy
but now I'm a girl
They say silence is golden
and each lie is a pearl
So with your hands on your bare feet,
and your face pointed upward
you will land like a dart
on the face of the earth
I'm sorry for silences
the likeness is blindnesses
Every time patience arrives
it's just like this shit
If you're stuck in the dark then you strike a few matchsticks
The end of the story is you climb and get out of this
So sorry, oh so sorry
So sorry, so, so sorry
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[18 Apr 2006|12:48pm] |
What I want to do is..
is lay down and sleep for as long as I can
and then if I wake up
I want to be able to pretend that these thoughts..
that these thoughts don't creep
back and forth and back and forth
behind my eyes, wearing a deep rut into my frontal lobe,
a well-paved highway, where I drive alone at night
with the radio up loud enough
and with blurry eyes, with no headlights..
trying to find what makes me write happy things
Because I can go on and on telling you what I don't like, but
I couldn't tell you much
if you asked me what I do
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[14 Apr 2006|09:05am] |
The Caleb Strahl Poem
I can’t write down the thoughts that move in my brain
They’re too swift, but not graceful, they avoid everything
Like the fish that we found that couldn’t swim right
But when he wanted to, he sure could fucking hide
I don’t know where I’m headed, just float down the stream
Hopefully somebody will try to catch me
Say, “Caleb you’re pissing away all your time, why can’t you just sit down
And get shit in line?”
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[31 Mar 2006|01:25pm] |
Bored, bored, bored. Waiting makes my head foggy.
Spent five and a half hours today watching the clock. And I'll spend much more of my time doing just that if all doesn't go according to plan.
Posting, don't care if anyone reads it. Need something to do, need to give the teacher at least the illusion that she's getting through to me. All of them think that they have some great life advice for me, and I'll turn my life around if I receive their life-changing sermon.
"Now listen son, you're throwing away your life. Your education, your dreams."
Yeah, fuck it.
I guess when your classroom is a computer lab and participation isn't your thing, after six or so weeks this journal thing starts to seem kind of appealing. I always end up caving in sooner or later, and where does it get me, where has it gotten me? Dunno.
There's a group of really stupid girls behind me. I keep farting on them. My stomach's always upset after eating lunch here.
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[03 Mar 2006|02:03pm] |
Specifically, I remember the word. Not so easy to forget it once you've learned.
And once a week they might have burned, oh, they might have burned.
It's possible, but I forget, if I can't write I shouldn't do it. Like any other good-faced citizen
Pears.
Utopia in between pears.
Lots of space there.
Hundredsandhundredsandhundreds, I can't even tell you.
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