Highly Strung Like Cupids Bow

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:14:28 GMT

tunasharkshow

New LJ...

well. Ish.

I've had it since August.

It's friends only, Just comment if you want on.

Love.

3 Libras

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 04:15:04 GMT

"Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike bigfoot or the loch ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding ones soulmate.
Rare.

Precious.

Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic. Abandon all pretense and preconceptions.

To bare an open throat.
To collapse into the arms of vulnerability.

All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted.

The cold and oblivious.
The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these

Rare

Precious

Moments."

This is an absolutely incredible... try to figure this out for yourself :) amazing pertinence to what the song means in terms of love, in terms of love...

Familiar. As. The. Evening.

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 16:25:43 GMT

She is my woman, she belongs in my apartment.
Feed her the food I find in my glove compartment.
Hugging turns to kissing, kissing turns to love,
love, like the drugstore, it's never enough.
I try on her dress, she tries on mine.
Something close to pass the time.

Hugging turns to kissing,
Kissing turns to throbbing, pushing and more throbbing.

Heh. What a strange accident that was.
Is someone trying to tell me something?
If so, who and what?

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 07:18:05 GMT

Run, desire, run
Sexual being, run him like a blade
To and through the heart, no conscience
One motive: cater to the hollow

Screaming "feed me here!
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel..."

Libido throw
Dominoes of indiscretions down
Falling all around in cycles, in circles
Constantly consuming, conquer and devour

'Cause it's time to bring the fire down
Throttle all this indescretion
Long enough to edify
And permanently fill this hollow

Screaming "feed me here!"
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacifying...
Feed me here!
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacifying..."

Do You Think The Earth Can Survive?

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 05:48:17 GMT

I almost did two really stupid things today.
I am ashamed for even thinking about it.

I am not kidding. I really hate my life.
Considering how shit-fucked this year has been, I think I've done well dealing.

Have ya ever wanted to just say how absolutely empty you really feel,
but there are no words to justify what that emptiness means?

I suppose you could take something/someone you're passionate about and use it as fuel to keep goin'.

Trust, is a relationship of alliance, wouldn't you agree?
Trust is like a prediction of reliance on an action.

Which reminds me of fate.

The inevitability of fate.
Like Romeo and Juliet, they are fated never to be together.
In attempting to defy this fate, they unsure it.

What should I believe in?
Is all this meant to happen? Am I suppose to reach the divine?
Have I really been reincarnated?
If so, how old is my soul?

Fuck. I want to understand.
Such a thirst for things that can't truly be explained.

Lets say some things you can't ignore, like, "Hey, I love you."
...And I do. I will keep saying it as long as I feel it. Fuck keeping it in.

-Out.

Jesus Hates Sinners and Faggots.

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 06:36:00 GMT

Stop lookin' at me that way.
I feel awkward and unfit.

You're always too quiet.
Sometimes I feel like the narrator of a short , fast-paced book.
I'm there. I listen, I can tell you the story, I always remember.

I'm being overun by parasitic beings.
My stomache has turned inside out.

Oh man.   That one feeling when you're outside. You're completely alone.
You get to stop.   close your eyes and take it in.
I don't really give a fuck if you don't get it.

But, but, I like to live through feelings, my senses.
If you don't take the time to enjoy things, to touch things, to smell,
then what have you ever really experienced?
I know what makes my heart beat faster.
I know not to touch something too hot.
   I know that time doesn't wait.

Maybe I think too much?
Maybe not enough.

There is so much wasted time.
How do you stop it?
I am here right now. I'm writing in this journal like I have for the last,
I don't know, four years?
The colors never get any brighter, what I'm trying to say never gets heard.

Speaking of that,   are you listening to me?
You know, I don't say those words so easily.

Why do I even bother writing this.
I can't even say the right things when I need to.
Oh my fuck, take it away.

Wonderful Electric.

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:32:10 GMT

Hrmm....

Alot to say, too hard to sum up into words.
I shall try and break this down.

I have been here before.
I know I'm not going to end up a very happy girl if I keep letting this happen.
But I can't help it, it feels so good when I have it.
Yeah uhm... fuck you, you don't understand, you have always been on the other side.

My mother is selling out house.
It makes me sad. I haven't lived there for quite some time, but it's still going to feel like I'm losing something dear. I guess it's kinda like the last thing that was holding my, shall I say family, somewhat together.
Eh.... I want so badly to have a family. I can't do everything on my own, as much as I'de like to think I can.
I can't afford much, I don't have very many good friends. Come to think about it, Most of the rest of my family don't even live here.   Sucks spending special days alone.

Okay, I'm done complaining. I just really want a home again.

Work has been really good for me.   I got my raise finally, which helps alot, alot.
Plus I really like workin' there. I like not working the same chedule day after day.

How do you stop yourself from doing something you love so much?
I have it bad.   I don't do drugs, and I get addicted to other things. Fantastic eh?
Yeah I know how you feel.

I miss the familiar.
Constant.
Stability.

A few of my favorite words.

It's strange to think I love when things are stable and stay the same, but at the same time I'm always longing for a change. Where is my balance? I dunno, I'm tired of not knowing where I'm going.
Trading my old shoes for new feet.

He knows.   He always has. I love him for it.
So patient he waits, always understanding. Maybe he knows something I don't?

I really hope she believes in it like I do.
I really hope she is feeling what I am.
I really hope she stays.

Peanut Butter.

-Out.

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 23:06:44 GMT

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Look, I'm still here.

Hey, you're all I Have.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:05:12 GMT

I feel sick and I want to die.

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 01:12:04 GMT

Walk out of the decaying house, too dirty, too dark to ever call a home.
There are bugs in my body. They turn my blood to water, help me satisfy the drought.
Too many times have I fallen asleep in the dirt. I keep telling myself that it won't happen again.
Quickly, tell me you love me, and I might last a few more hours.

The two-faced cat is as hungry as I.
Patches. Much more vocal now.

Cobwebs in the dusty shrubbery.
Am I waiting for you to come home?
Am I waiting to finally wake up and have a family again?

I would give anything for one good cry,
they come and go as quickly as you.
Parasites. That's what it feels like.
Emotions are nothing more than dinky little annoyances.

It's not fair.
I swear life is teasing me.
Fucking with my brain.
Give me just enough to keep going,
then take it away.

I fucking hate you.
I need help.
What do I do?

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 23:48:10 GMT

Fucking hate my life.

Praying Mantis

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 15:36:11 GMT

Sometimes I think about driving my car off a cliff.
I wonder id I'de regret it on the way down.

I know there is so much beauty to live for, I just can't seem to find it.
Don't worry, I'm not about to kill myself, I'll just be another selfish jerk like everyone else I know.

Last night was the first time I have ever seen a firework show in the city.
I was so very fucking alone.
It was my first year that I haven't been camping with my family, we're always together at this time.
I am so sad. Will the holidays just get harder without them?

I bet I looked like an idiot out there, but I don't really care becuase it was one of those times
where you just come to realize all you really need is yourself.

I had a dream not last night, but the night before.
There was this praying mantis running all around me, it was all excited like a puppy.
I reached down to pet her and she grabbed my finger.
I was trembling becuase I thought she was going to bite me.
She didn't.... she held on to my finger really tight, and when my fear went away,
she turned into a bird and flew away.

Wierd dream eh?
I suppose it could mean something, but I'm tired of trying to find a reason for everything.

I need to go.

Look over my shoulder silly girl.

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 03:35:36 GMT

Oh and also.

Back in the day when I discovered who Satan was,
Oh, you know, when I wanted everyone to know I pre-defined
my very own hell including Satan?

You don't remember?

Well Satan has come back, and I met jesus as well.
They follow me everywhere, and I'm tired of incubating with them.
I thought the vacuum might suck them away.
tis' a lie.

Satan, he comes in many forms.
Mr. Jesus, he is harder to see.
I know he's there when my heart beats faster.

The bathroom decays at night,
and the curtains hide the sun, the enemy.

That is all.

Souls?

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 02:57:39 GMT

There are tiny shards of fiber glass clinging to the insides of my oral cavity.
My lungs have been pumped full of the thouands of tiny intrusive pieces.

So much for being a donor. Kill whats keeping you alive.
The new self-destructive extremist.

Tiny burns on my skin serve as constant reminders that I am here,
and yes, things are fucked up.

Tap, tap. Foot. Tap, tap.

Patches. Hello there Buddy.... I know. I know.
Thanks for keeping me company when others, such as myself are out killing time.
So fucking keen you are. Aware.

Do you believe in witches?
What about the Law Of Attraction?
There are so many things to try and understand.
You can become a leading expert in one subject, and become so consumed,
you will never have the time to begin to understand my views...

It's kind of what facinates me actually.
I don't understand Narcissim. I don't believe I ever will.
I am too in love with other people, too in love with all the beauty in the World,
to ever love myself. I need someone else to help me do that.

I will fucking poke you with a stick to hear everything you have to say.
Clearly my motives are pure and sincere.
What is it that makes you, you?

Knowledge is the highest form of acceptance.

Did ya know that the Germanic people associated the human soul with the sea?
That is why graves are dug. To bind the spirit to the Earth so it cannot rise again.
They believed the soul rested at the bottom of the sea.
Scary to think when I die, I might live with the fishes. I hate.... water....

"Isaw the Master there of those who know,
Amid the philosophic family,
By all admired, and by all reverenced;
There Plato too I saw, and Socrates,
Who stood beside him closer than the rest."

--Dante-- The Divine Comedy.

Heh.... I'm bored with life.

Bottom of a Shoe.

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 01:28:39 GMT

Hmmm.

I have been doing alot of thinking. Alot of thinking and alot of feeling...
Eh doesn't seem to make much sense to me really, let alone to some stranger who has no idea.

I am really tired of being the nice girl.
A few months ago I didn't feel much of anything,
I only had to look out for myself. That is the healthiest thing I've ever done for myself.
I'm falling back into one of those fucking holes. The hole I dug.
Congrats Manda, you did it again. I hope you feel better.

I got really drunk and layed out in the middle of the tennis court.
The fireworks were really close and so pretty.

I'm a terrible smoker.   I have about a billion little burns all over my arms.
I bet my lungs look even better. I don't really care.

Mal-Nugget came over and watched a movie with me. She cut the watermelon too,
apparently I don't do it right. Eh. Still tasted wonderful. Thanks kid.

Then we all went out and had dinner, so far it's been better than I thought.
We're going to see that one scary movie in a little bit. I forgot what it's called.

My mom is a bitch. A big bitch.

I sorta wish I didn't have to sleep alone tonight.
But like I have always said, Needles, smoke, and alcohol have always come before my own skin.

Why do I suck at that?

I'm going to go have a smoke.
I hate myself for this.

Wide Eyes, You Tremble.

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 21:36:02 GMT

Ugh.

Haven't been sleeping again.
Manda's sick....

So, Shyloh hadn't been feeling very well.
Lets just make it quick and say, she's going to be a mommy.
I knew something big was coming. Still for some reason, I don't think it's over.

...And just like that things are flipped upside down.

I really hate drifting around all the time.   It's great living with Shy, I couldn't ask for a better roomie.
But, but it still doesn't feel like home, the way I thought in the beginning.
Nobody is ever here, and I feel like I'm going nowhere yet again.

The last few days have been the happiest days ever.
Kelley and I talk about having kids together, and our life.
I have never done that with anyone else. I have never wanted anyone else's kids.
I hate when people sit and say, "They won't be both of your kids."
Of course they will.    When I get pregnant, she is going to be there, and when WE raise OUR kids,
I won't consider them anybody else's family but ours.

Fuckin' narrow minded bastards.

Tiesto is coming July 26th.   The tickets are $60. For as much as I'de like to go, I would NEVER pay that much.
The B-52's on November 17th. $35.

Reincarnation, literally "to be made flesh again", is a doctrine or mystical belief that some essential part of a living being (in some variations only human beings) survives death to be reborn in a new body. This essential part is often referred to as the Spirit or Soul, the 'Higher or True Self', 'Divine Spark', 'I' or the 'Ego' (not to be confused with the ego as defined by psychology). According to such beliefs, a new personality is developed during each life in the physical world, but some part of the being remains constantly present throughout these successive lives as well.

My tummy hurts.

Your Skin, My Fingers.

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 20:12:09 GMT

Scoot Scoot....

Murder, son, she's painful.

The vacuum is fixed! Yay.

So we came up with the best idea. Okay maybe not, it just sounds entertaining.
We are going to get the fog machine back and fill the entire apartment with it.
Then we shall turn on all the water to hot. Put glowsticks in the bathtub, then get drunk.
Rather pointless really.

Oh well.

Skeeet skeeeeeet.....

Trees are always the answer. Duh.

Manda is really effin' bored right now.

s u b j e c t

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 18:59:59 GMT

Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace

Passion chokes the flower
'til she cries no more
possessing all the beauty
hungry still for more

I can't help this longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in
if you won't let me

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I am going to lose my Mom.
My Dad is not okay. He's going to try again. I feel it.
Something is going to happen.
Shyloh won't tell me, she knows, it's almost like she's preparing me for it.
Everytime she looks at me it's like she is crying for me.
Why does she know everything? Sometimes I think she is my Angel.

In the Law of Attraction it states...
that people experience the corresponding
manifestations of their predominant thoughts, feelings, words, and actions
and that people therefore have direct control over reality and their lives through thought alone.

There has got to be something there.
Kinda like a really bad deja vu.
I get all anxious.

And... in the back of your car I feel like I've traveled nowhere.
What will bring me home?
I don't know.

I made really awesome Margaritas last night.
Strawberry.

I'm going to stop assuming I know everything you're thinking and doing.
I don't know what's going on,
and I think I prefer it that way.

My stomache hurts and I kinda wish
I could still afford the pills that I would make such a huge fuss over.
This is such a drag.

SomeTHINGSrMeant2BForgoTTen.

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 21:45:08 GMT

O
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Oh man I hate playing the waiting game.
It feels like my patience is an endless string.
I never get to the end and snap.
I'm really good at the whole patience thing.

ugh ugh ugh.

Frusterated Manda.

Oh man. When I look back and see the type of things, the type of people I fell for.
I can see all the really lame people I had in my life, all the bullshit they pulled, the bullshit I pulled.
I'm so glad I've met someone in a completely different league.

Some people... they never grow up. They never seem to move on.
"I've been through alot, That means I'm more mature."
No effing way.
You haven't gone through alot, until you've made it out. Duh.

Frusterated Manda seems to not care about you anymore.
She cares about having a life. Real things, and real people.
Past the addictions. Past getting drunk to feel better.

God, I can breathe again.
I can feel more now.
I can wake up and say, she loves me.
Teamwork. A family, a partnership.

RAMBLE
RAMBLE
RAMBLE.....

Sometimes keeping quiet is the best thing you can do.

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 21:45:04 GMT

I'm in love with every word you say.

And I trust you.

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 16:42:03 GMT

     ...And I remember every word you say.
The waste of love is keeping things so serene.
      ...And I've never felt so clean.

Gamble, gamble. Oh... I have a problem betting with things that aren't mine.
As I tear her out, set her down, she beats as if still in my chest.
This argument still does not propose me to shed the devils clothes.

    ... And the more I hear you cry
The more I want you to play me out on the hotel floor.
   ...And take it, just take it from me.

One more time, say it like you mean it.
Lush.
One more time, and say it like you feel it.
Love.

You come wasted...

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 20:42:07 GMT

Twisted and all tangled up.
That's how my insides feel.
I think my heart has been served up on a silver platter.
Shiny, shiny reflections in the pulpy mass.

It beats differently now, as if following the rythym of another.

Space and distance. What safisticated ways of making and breaking a person.
Simple, yet the most effective, most efficient way of burning someone up.

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 19:07:39 GMT

sampoerna X-tra.

Cloves.

Tracerssss

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 16:30:09 GMT

Hey.
My brain finally feels a little better.
I shroomed for like three days in a row, then skipped two days and did them again.
Jesus Christ.   Intense, and talk about lack of sleep. Incandesent.

Why don't I ever write about anything important?
It's all a bunch of shit.
I write about alcohol and drug use, as if it's some sort of accomplishment.
Go team Me.

Let us speak of reality.

I AM TERRIFIED.
Terrified of really marrying Kel, terrified that she will leave, and terrified of growing up.
What if I'm the one that's not mature enough for all this?
Usually it's me wanting to take the next step, but she is much older and knows what she wants.
Okay, calm down, and go with the flow right? Take it as it comes.

I slept so well last night, it's about time. But I was having the most horrible dreams.
I had a dream that Kelley was doing Heroin with Tori, and she didn't want anything to do with me.
It was horrible!   Plus I woke up with that really bad feeling like it was real. Ew. I would kill.

Did you know an Octopus doesn't have a single bone in it's body?

I don't agree with Summertime.

You'll never know all the feelings you're giving to me.
I'm super anxious, and I don't know where it's coming from.

Eh.... I suppose I'm done.

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 04:41:02 GMT

My baby is comin' home.
I will get to wake up next to her for the longest time.
She asked me to marry her.
Haha.

I am the happiest girl in the world right now.

I love her so much.

Eeeep.