urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a texaco And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a texaco 2007-10-18T15:23:24Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:142020 2007-10-18T08:14:38Z 2007-10-18T15:23:24Z You know I sat down with the intent to answer back a journal entry that was written to me. An open ended apology that was nothing more than excuses and more demands on an already strand and one sided friendship, but I am not going to do that. Why? Because I am tired, I am tired of reading this me me me I I I drivel. I am tired of selfishness, ridiculousness, of dealing with grown children, of holding a standard, but when that standard interferes with the way others behave being told that I should be lenient..I should have more understanding. See Hilario always told me I would be different from other people, because I perform more effectively than everyone else.. and by demanding that everyone else perform at my standards would eventually lead to my isolation. Now I believe that Hilario told me this, because it was easier to make me out to be some freak super creature than admit failings in himself. I am not perfect, super or more special than others.. what I am is observant and patient when it comes when I want to be. I have an almost disgust voyeurisic side. Which I think is why I love Serial killers, Stalkers, and Conspiracy Theories. <br /><br />I will admit to being judgmental, but in the judgments I pass I gather facts. I don't take hearsay into account the way others do. I listen to how things are being said, what is being said, by whom, and formulate a hypothesis on why it's being said. I listen and watch, I collect and I deduce and when all is said and done I have the answers that are the most logical. Of course I am not always right, but very seldom am I wrong about people.. <br /><br />People are very easy, I learned long ago that you see the same person time and time again in your life they just wear a different face, name, or sometimes even walk of life, but ultimately the base personality is the same. So why then should you keep befriending this person..if you already know the outcome? Isn't that the defination of insanity? Perhaps..who can say.. but what I can say is holding standards for politeness, respect, honesty as I do have kept me await from a lot of the reoccurring hurts that others go through. The fact that I can recognize something fairly quickly has also helped cut down the bullshit. <br /><br />It is not wrong, rude, or unrealistic for me to hold friends/loved ones at certain standards especially when those standards are throughly discussed as well as the ramifaction of not hold to those standards as I understand the standards and ramifcation of not holding to them of my friends. I am a just friend, I treat people exactly the way they treat me for exactly as long as they treat me that way and with that thought in mind the built in forgiveness/It's ok for me to be an asshole clause need not apply. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:141722 2007-10-09T07:36:03Z 2007-10-09T07:36:03Z <i>Well I run to the rock<br />Please hide me I run to the rock<br />Please hide me I run to the rock<br />Please hide me lord<br />All on that day<br /><br />Well the rock cried out<br />I cant hide you the rock cried out<br />I cant hide you the rock cried out<br />I aint gunna hide you god<br />All on that day</i><br /><br /><br />I walked through this hallway tonight it was cold and the lights above my head gave off this strange humming sound. Humming like old women on older porches in June in cities I would never make it in for no better reason than clean things ..good things..sweet things frighten me. I walk with my hands in my pockets, my arms close to my body. I used to say that it was to keep the cold out, but I think it's more to keep the cold in. I caught something moving out of the corner of my eye. Pretty girl with hair too many colors to be a concious decision, but rather a lack of decision. We passed each other.. it's common to do that here and I don't have anything to say anyway.<br /><br />I get to the cafeteria... and I am instantly reminded of a poem I heard once. I steal a napkin as I passed by a table of Interns chatting away their performance punishments and I scribble the lines down and tack them to a message board and I don't look back. Well not directly.. I never really look at people directly anymore.. <br /><br />I buy a water and a banana from a woman who makes small talk, I stare at her lips trying to figure out what the fuck she's saying. Her english is perfect, but her language is foreign..I don't want to talk. I stopped talking a long time ago and think that's half my problem. I can't muster a smile, but I nod. I catch a glimpse of people reading what I wrote and as I slip out the door and head upstairs. <br /><br />My sister, rocking her glam girl Sci-Fi Hair cut, leans against a wall rationalizing responsibilty to barnyard animals, I wonder if she feels as lumnious as she is. I turn a corner listening to my mother's coos to my father ...her sounds are guilty, because his wolf crying made it hard for her trust in him..and this time.. this time there really was a wolf. <br /><br />He looks at me with those blue ring eyes, smaller than the superhero I remembered from my youth. They say I am just like him, and I scream that I am not...but it's moments like these that I imagine myself in that bed and wonder who I will call Rock.<br /><br /><b>What I wrote on that napkin</b><br />"I can tell by the mini thins and the way you drive<br />that we're both of us are taken by novelty. We both <br />believe in mean gods. <br /><br />We both spend our money on things that break too easily <br />...ya know ..like people<br />and I can tell that you think you've had it rough<br />so especially you should know. It's what I do <br /><br />I dream. I get high sometimes..and I am a roll<br />outta here one day, just might not get to drive."<br />-Buddy Wakefield urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:141487 2007-09-27T20:28:00Z 2007-09-27T20:28:00Z It's been two weeks since I last updated, I took my father to his Cataract's appointment it went well and he was in a good mood. I've been sick recently.. my kidney hates me. At anyrate.. I have nothing of merit to report ...except I am trying to come up with a moniker/Website/Livejournal name. <br /><br />I was looking back on the entries in this journal and it makes me want to scoop my own eyes out. However when I do make a new journal.. I am taking all of you with me!It won't be until November..but Whatever. <br /><br />I love you all.. Yes all of you.<br /><br />AwesomeAgent.. stop punching things.. <br /><br />Soopageek..congrats to you and Welfy. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:141234 2007-09-13T20:19:42Z 2007-09-13T20:19:42Z I just noticed that the post I made about my father's blue eyes was September 14 2005. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:140873 2007-09-13T20:15:13Z 2007-09-13T20:15:13Z Sometimes I feel like like my throat is closing in on itself. Muscles red, scarred, and used. Years of cigarette chain smoking for a bravado that will one day get me killed. I wear a ring on the fourth finger of a hand commonly thought to be a unclean as find myself all often clenching my hands into fists and I have to think...<br /><br />"Is this real?" <br /><br />I don't get ready in the bathroom anymore, I turn the rear mirror away from. I don't need to look back. I never liked it in the first place, but now more because I don't want to see myself anymore. I don't remember this face. I don't like to look not since I stared so long at myself that I smashed my head into the line of glass. <br /><br />I forgot it was there. It looks so much better on that side... over there and I thought to myself if I just waited a few seconds longer.. maybe I could have past right through. I am from that generation that counts years by number of friends lost, uses landsmarks and bad times to give street directions, I am from that generation shut off their cell phones. The generation who forgets..<br /><br />There are too many times when I can't remember how old I am. You don't believe me I know, but I have to do the math and even then I feel some how like the numbers don't add up. <br /><br />I work a dead end job for a moron, I haven't finished college. I am genius no really I took the tests, I get invitations to join Mensa in my email.. there are always Mispellings in them, but I typo like a motherfucker, because brains work faster than hands and sometimes I wonder if my life is not just a case of that. My brain working faster than my hands and one day I am blink .. and I will have imagined this whole shit life. I could have be in the FBI.. couldn't past the psych test. <br /><br />It's not normal to think about the things I think about which is why someone is going to write a blog over this and its just going to go away. I keep changing my name keeping changing the M.O...Stay Quiet and Keeping Moving.. because there's nothing left to do. I say things to people sometimes... they never want to hear them. Never.. They tell me I am mean ..I am cold hearted, but I am not telling them anything they don't already know. They just would rather lie to themselves. Sometimes when I talk my throat feels like it's tightening up and I can't breath.. and I think about the things I didn't say.. things I noticed...and never said. I noticed a year ago that blue in your eyes ... So yeah, Dad I'll drive you to Cataract Surgery urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:140614 2007-09-07T15:58:24Z 2007-09-07T15:58:24Z People think I'm being perverse on purpose... (x7)<br />But they don't know.<br /><br />You tried to give me your heart<br />But her fingermarks<br />Were all over it.<br />I tried to look impressed<br />It was as futile a gesture<br />As a futile gesture, futile gesture gets.<br /><br />Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand<br />If you don't plan to be around five minutes later,<br />Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand<br />And don't just say the things that you think I want to hear.<br /><br />You were there to fill my time<br />It was dark (but you)<br />But you had nice eyes.<br />I wasn't too impressed<br />You hadn't told me anything<br />Anything amusing yet.<br /><br />Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand<br />If you don't plan to be around five minutes later,<br />Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand<br />And don't just say the things that you think I want to hear.<br /><br />It's hard enough getting someone to like you<br />And then you find out that they're nothing like you<br />And it's been a waste of time.<br /><br />"Girls fantasise on school trips to galleries<br />Of men who don't meet their parents' expectations<br />Who want to introduce them to illicit Russ Meyer films,<br />And dance 'til dawn to old Kinks records.<br />These are the things you don't understand<br />Quarter to ten, you're wasting your time<br />If you want to know me, watch how I dance."<br /><br />Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand<br />If you don't plan to be around five minutes later,<br />Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand<br />And don't just say the things that you think I want to hear.<br /><br />It's hard enough getting someone to like you<br />And then you find out that they're nothing like you<br />And it's been a waste of time.<br /><br />People think I'm being perverse on purpose... (x8)<br /><br />But they don't know you... (x6) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:140294 2007-08-24T23:16:59Z 2007-08-24T23:16:59Z Somewhere in my desire to revamp all of my stuff I lost site of writing things about me. I make all this shit that looks pretty but I breaking my own cardinal rule.. of "No pretty pics without Content.." and I know what you're thinking .." There's no pretty pics on your livejournal" shut up I am working on it. I somehow ..somewhere stopped writing in here. I am mad because I lost the ability to vent my frustrations with the universe, because Jerry reads this,Eric reads this, and it's attached to liespace so any freak who clicks can...but why did I do that? Why did I give this out... so freely? Why is the idea of friend protecting my shit almost obscene to me? I don't know, but at anyrate I am going to stop doing this..<br /><br />If you ...any of you ..anywhere read something in my journal you don't like... get over yourself. This is not written for you, It's written for me. And since I find people who do these types of proclamation revolting. <br /><br />This has been by far the worse month of the year and if I was a person who believed in past lives I would think I'd done something horrific in August in a past life, because every year it's like this. I won't go into why..because I am hoping nothing else happens and court case maybe pending. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:140077 2007-08-23T19:46:32Z 2007-08-23T19:46:32Z I wish sometimes that people would stop pretending that don't hear me when I talk. When I tell them something is wrong.. or I am worried. I wish people who stop labelling me heartless because it's easier than thinking that all my ranting and raving is from having a heart in my chest and a brain in my head. <br /><br />I wish I could stop wishing..because it does no good. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:139873 2007-08-20T17:04:57Z 2007-08-20T17:04:57Z I haven't written much this month, I am tired and run down. I don't want to say anything I am just want to stay quiet. So many people are saying so many things and it seems so pointless.I have never been a fan of talk for talk's sake and now more than ever it seems like so many people are just doing it, because they can. <br /><br />I keep thinking about that part in the Craft where the redhead witch said that she would wish herself deaf. I am not sure that's really what I want... but I do wish I had a magic remote that I could mute people. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:139018 2007-08-09T16:30:57Z 2007-08-09T16:30:57Z <lj-phonepost journalid="4879191" dpid="1372"> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:138928 2007-08-08T08:08:16Z 2007-08-08T08:08:16Z All too often I find your tongue <br />huge and malformed <br />Is it hard to speak?<br />Is that that why you call it tongue in cheek?<br />Or is hatred suddenly Chic<br />I find no RHYME OR REASON to what you say<br />only the discolored simplicity <br />and shrouded in "Please Validated Me"<br />You said it.. and in a way<br />It's all SUBTEXT.. Undressed.. corseted in the waistline of that silver dress<br />twisted on the floors of people who <br />will tell you want to hear. <br />I maybe a Godless Jezzie, but <br />at least I made it clear..<br />You hide behind a screens <br />smoke and otherwise<br />Choked and desensitized<br />Regurgitating the easy lies<br />Clean, but clearly homogenized <br />and I have to ask myself <br />What I am doing so concerned.<br />I suppose that bullshit isn't born it's learned<br />But come on man, we've all been burned<br /><br />You're generalizations are less than impressive<br />and I found you rather repressive <br />For someone so lay it on the lie<br />...<br />They have a words for you...<br />One's needy<br />What's the other? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:138744 2007-08-06T20:28:21Z 2007-08-06T20:28:21Z <lj-embed id="1" /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:138488 2007-08-06T18:54:58Z 2007-08-06T18:54:58Z Today is one of those days that I don't even want to be alive. BLECK urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:138000 2007-07-30T22:13:52Z 2007-07-30T22:13:52Z I finished my <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=3085207" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"> myspace</a> layout and I am going to be doing a layout for my live journal soon. If you gotta myspace friend away.. but it's not a requirement! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:137517 2007-07-27T23:17:17Z 2007-07-27T23:18:03Z The brawlingist Bitch around!?!?<br /><br /><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="black" width="462"><tr><td><table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="white" width="460"><tr><td colspan="3" align="center" bgcolor="black"><font color="white">Visceraldoll challenges shadow_n_shade to prove their social status.</font></td></tr><tr valign="top"><td><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="200"><tr valign="middle"><td bgcolor="black" align="center" height="20"><a href="http://www.combatcards.net/index.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><font face="Arial" color="white">COMBAT CARDS 2.1</font></a></td></tr><tr valign="middle"><td bgcolor="white"><a href="http://www.combatcards.net/view.php?username=Visceraldoll&amp;s=1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><img 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href="http://www.combatcards.net/index.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><font face="Arial" color="white">COMBAT CARDS 2.1</font></a></td></tr><tr valign="middle"><td bgcolor="white"><a href="http://www.combatcards.net/view.php?username=shadow_n_shade&amp;s=1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/78b1fbfcfa35167ec2c1ac937932c51726259a46688c4553ef879e0b41ed2a24/P2WlxyVijxKvgmFq9MdVVkMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCbFcgtLS5xvVh8W2RkQjFAh-E0x2s1EakCnMdg5VDhwGjR954g:kaXoK5KrhBwB37e8j2wHNA" width="200" border="0" loading="lazy"></a></td></tr><tr valign="middle"><td bgcolor="white"><a href="http://www.combatcards.net/view.php?username=shadow_n_shade&amp;s=1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6edd90a864978feed970ec725ddc45339c1b34687a5a75d6ac4626730d33014c/P2WlxyVijxKvgmFq9MdVVkMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCbFcgtLS5xvVh8W2RkQjFAh7F1t0olBAkS3NLFITUgpYyk5usUwfjDXS:beSf2SDqLoT16fA4RSfRkw" width="200" border="0" loading="lazy"></a></td></tr><tr valign="middle"><td bgcolor="blue" align="center" height="20"><a href="http://www.combatcards.net/play.php?username=shadow_n_shade&amp;s=1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><font face="Arial" color="white">watch shadow_n_shade fight</font></a></td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td colspan="3" align="center"><font color="black"><b>Visceraldoll</b>'s friends quickly overwhelm <b>shadow_n_shade</b></font></td></tr><tr><td colspan="3" align="center" bgcolor="black"><font size="+1" color="red">SORRY GAME OVER<br>SHADOW_N_SHADE SCORED: 0/37 (0%)</font></td></tr></table></td></tr></table> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:137334 2007-07-26T20:23:41Z 2007-07-26T20:23:41Z <div><a href="https://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1028362">View Poll: Just things..and stuff</a></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:137187 2007-07-24T00:16:36Z 2007-07-26T05:44:50Z Note to self:<br /><br />Conditional identity<br />Suicide Blonde urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:136930 2007-07-19T00:26:47Z 2007-07-19T00:26:47Z Rhyminreason: mike asked if we could take Lily by the shop so he could say good bye to her before he leaves for pomona <br /> The FleshEndures: ... <br /> The FleshEndures: and you are asking me so you didn't tell him to fuck himself like you should <br /> Rhyminreason: I told him that IF my sister wants to do that for you I will, but it's a favor MY family would be doing for YOU and Lily cannot come inside and none of your fuckface friends can come outside <br /> The FleshEndures: -grins- <br /> The FleshEndures: are they regular fuckfaces <br /> The FleshEndures: or are they fuck pal faces <br /> Rhyminreason: metric fuckload of fuck pal facery <br /> The FleshEndures: LOL <br /> The FleshEndures: The Future Ex Mr. Fucktard <br /> The FleshEndures: gives me tourettes <br /> The FleshEndures: so I can't take you <br /> The FleshEndures: however <br /> The FleshEndures: You have license <br /> The FleshEndures: I have key <br /> The FleshEndures: You can have key <br /> Rhyminreason: ahhh <br /> Rhyminreason: I see <br /> Rhyminreason: I'M A DRIVER <br /> The FleshEndures: Yes you are <br /> The FleshEndures: BEEP BEEP <br /> Rhyminreason: woo hoo <br /> The FleshEndures: you can tell him that his daughter was brought him by the Letter F For fuck face <br /> Rhyminreason: lmfao <br /> The FleshEndures: P for pussy ass bitch standing in his underwear on the cell by the door talking about" I know you're out there" <br /> The FleshEndures: and the number 1 for one good ass man who loves me and bought me that car <br /> Rhyminreason: stop i'm gonna pee <br /> The FleshEndures: LOL <br /> The FleshEndures: Well Hey sometimes a girl's gotta pee <br /> Rhyminreason: i did urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:136603 2007-07-16T17:11:53Z 2007-07-16T17:11:53Z I was looking at the last poll I did and realized how fucking rude that was. I have a lot of gay friends on my journal and I did not include you at all. I invite you take both polls regardless of sexuality or gender. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1022447">View Poll: Because I am a fucking Jerk..</a></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:136282 2007-07-16T16:59:28Z 2007-07-16T17:05:24Z <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-deleted i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="barefoot_diva" lj:user="barefoot_diva" ><a href="https://barefoot-diva.livejournal.com/profile/" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=922" /></a><a href="https://barefoot-diva.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>barefoot_diva</b></a></span> & <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type- " data-ljuser="ravor_cut_heart" lj:user="ravor_cut_heart" ><a href="#" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo-disabled.gif?v=25801&v=922" /></a><a href="#" class="i-ljuser-username" style="color:#FF0000;" target="_self" ><b>ravor_cut_heart</b></a></span> gave me the idea for this poll. Blame them! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1022433">View Poll: Piece and Parts</a></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:136134 2007-07-16T15:47:31Z 2007-07-16T15:47:31Z Sometimes I really hate ignorant people..<br /><br />I get this email today when I get in to work about the case study I did on <br />the medical field for employment in Nevada from my boss.<br /><br />I think Respiratory is spelled wrong. Please correct. I thought we ran spell check on these prior to upload?<br /><br /><br /><br />My response...<br /><br />No that’s how you spell respiratory. Dictionary.com told me so<br /><br /> respiratory therapy <br />n. The treatment or management of acute and chronic breathing disorders, as through the use of respirators or the administration of medication in aerosol form.<br /><br />I do spell check them.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Fucking Dumbass.. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:135737 2007-07-16T00:22:50Z 2007-07-16T00:22:50Z <p align="center"><img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/18774df2db7db635da6b45e54cafd858921f15c1899c66ea2ee1da82a2667e5c/P2WlxyVijxKvgmFq9MdVVkMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCbRfjsLdvRvbmI67H0s0DEh0FQJlt1BaiHLacQJCElxDz1Yx70FNlg:HsBOwQ_sNOndb4aqsy7Yeg" fetchpriority="high"></p><br /><h2 align="center"><font face="Verdana"><b>You are The High Priestess</b></font></h2><br /><p align="center"><font face="Verdana">Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.</font></p><br /><p align="center"><font face="Verdana">The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.</font></p><br /><p align="center"><font size="2" face="Verdana"><b>What Tarot Card are You?</b><br><a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Take the Test to Find Out.</a></font></p><br /><br /><br />I am always always the High Priestess urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:135469 2007-07-13T20:56:00Z 2007-07-13T20:56:00Z <div><a href="https://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1020971">View Poll: Things that make you say hm...</a></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:135075 2007-07-13T20:08:17Z 2007-07-13T20:08:17Z <lj-phonepost journalid="4879191" dpid="904"> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:visceraldoll:134828 2007-07-13T17:14:54Z 2007-07-13T17:14:54Z Is it just me or are people who solicit myspace comments pathetic? Now don't get me wrong.. because I hate liespace everyone knows that. I have one, because A. there's too much shit involved in getting rid of one B. I have friends who only seem to want to contact me through myspace and though that does not outweigh my desire to delete it ..A. does.<br /><br />At anyrate I decided that since I am keeping it I am going to use it for something it wasn't intended for. I'll put a link up so you can see for yourself.<br /><br />Also I am cutting people off my friend's list. Realistically I have a lot of people I don't read..anymore and I am not here for popularity. It's just rude to pretend. So If I cut you, it ain't cause I am special or you did anything wrong... wait wait wait... if you really need me to coddle you through a livejournal break up you should really think about stabbing yourself in the face.<br /><br />I'll write more later.. maybe.