urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs My Genius is found at my lowest My Genius is found at my lowest 2009-12-14T08:33:01Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:13265 2009-11-03T08:59:03Z 2009-11-03T08:59:03Z I am alone<br />I am truncated<br />It is empty and void<br />There is nothing warm<br />People are shells<br />Happiness is vain<br />My mind lets go<br />The Earth moves<br />Seconds stretch<br />Purpose is lost<br />Songs are noise<br />Laughter hurts<br />Joy is criticized by future pain<br />The ephemeral looses it's grace<br />Death is immanent<br />Under the stifling humor I drone<br />I am alone and unable to breath<br />Fucked by destiny with it's unyielding penis<br />My fate is an anecdote<br />Time continues forward<br />Hope is ensconced under a girth of doubt<br />Fear echoes behind the scenes<br />The dialectics for tomorrow wilt <br />Insipid, vapid, innocuous, contrived, tenuous, superfluous, lethargic and fickle, a catharsis is reached<br />I am alone<br />Light I am<br />Enumerated One<br />Pathos posited<br />Harming detriment<br />Remuneration is tantamount<br />Love clamors pining <br />Old cadavers of sonorous defeat retract to their abyss<br />I am alone<br />I am strife<br />I am suffering <br />The world is work<br />I am<br />I am one urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:12504 2009-05-16T07:53:23Z 2009-05-17T04:44:46Z <lj-embed id="8" /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:11576 2009-01-27T10:47:20Z 2009-01-27T10:47:20Z So these past three weeks have been waking up early in the morning...no not that early like the usual 7am and not getting home until 11 sometimes 12 in the morning, 7 days a week. I would say that that's pretty cool to be keeping myself busy but this isn't the case. I have been the anchor for an armenian comedy play, except this ship is being pulled all over the place with the only friction being water while I get fucking rock and dirt in my face through this three hour tour!!! On the bright side, it has everything that Armenians like, making fun of non-Armenians, slapping people around and educating people about how stupid and manipulative woman are, all wrapped in a wonderful language bow that every Armenian can understand...Armenian...Hilarious...and I am not even part of the cast, not in the least. I am the conglomeration of a personal assistant, a stage manager, the properties manager, the choreographer, the sound operator and the fucking scape goat which seems to probably be my official title. Working under one of if not the most stressed out finger pointing producer/director/writer/production knit-picker in the universe. <br /><br />Now, I've always considered myself as an actor at the very least but a great appreciator of the theater definitely. I've never really done any technical theater work. I've just always acted. Now I don't think I'm very inconsiderate or at least I make a definite concerted effort not to be, well most of the time. And of coarse it may just be this production but I have never encountered more inconsiderate people in my life. These people just don't care flat out just don't. I want to call every stage manager I've ever had and apologize for ever giving them shit for anything!!! And not just inconsiderate but fucking retarded! So much so where I had WRITE THEIR OWN FUCKING BIOS FOR THEM!!! I don't know about you but I've never had to let someone else write about me because I was UNABLE TO WRITE ABOUT MY...FUCKING...SELF!!! Needless to say my appreciation level for actors has gone down several notches along with my tolerance for ever working with Armenians ever again!<br /><br />I don't know what's worse, being treated as if I'm the only one fucking up and being yelled at for everything, getting paid $700 for over 250 hours (you do the math), or being part of dusche-baggery 2009.<br /><br />There's just so many details I can get into but I just don't want to get all riled up and break something that wont fit in my $700 budget!<br /><br />Well, lesson learned. I am officially a masochist. Someone shoot me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:11166 2008-11-03T10:56:46Z 2009-12-14T08:33:01Z Your four limb rusty and tarnished glare reminds me so much<br /> Of when I was yours and not detached from comforts unmet<br /> Such wounds that only in my throat carries woe and the such<br /> I feel the future tears still bursting before me beset<br /><br /> What has this time shaved from my path that reaches to my thoughts<br /> And clamored against your songs and butted the will of two<br /> Nay saying yeses, doing don't s and caning the cannot s<br /> For one to speak in words of dust and deaden impromptu<br /><br /> I can't be curt and placate this feeling is true I feel<br /> The colors and textures do blend with one man and his own<br /> But I'll stand and reason this sorrowful mind can reveal<br /> A humor more like cynicism reaped of what is sown <br /><br /> If only love were just a choice that turned want into sin<br /> The world would heal and this great eye of mine would love again urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:10680 2008-10-09T23:19:37Z 2008-10-09T23:19:37Z Yah, that's the sum of it. Since today at about 11 pm. I'm gonna vote for Bush.<br />j/k or maybe not. <br /><br />Dis is nice Contree<br />I like prostituee urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:9316 2008-06-24T06:51:35Z 2008-06-24T06:51:35Z The late and the Great George Carlin past away. Sunday June 22 2008 @ 5:55p.m.<br />He was a true inspiration for many people and I know the world is missing a great man.<br />Today I'm sad for this reason. <br /><br />Cause he was just there a minute ago... urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:8820 2007-11-26T07:20:24Z 2007-11-26T07:21:32Z So my 2nd niece was born on...<br />November 24 2007 <br />17:00 pacific time<br />@ the Naval Hospital, Camp Pendleton CA.<br /><br />WEIGHING IN AT...<br />8 lbs. 2 oz.<br />19"<br /><br />Sonora Abeigail Quinn Dilanchian<br /><br />This makes me an uncle Three times over.<br />She's effin adorable<br />Dark blue eyes<br />Straight Black hair<br />Only two hours of labor this time.<br />Kathy was almost bored!!! <br /><br />I never really thought how happy babies make me feel. Especially ones that aren't mine but are so damn near close. Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:8238 2007-07-11T23:17:43Z 2007-07-11T23:19:49Z This was a bulletin on myspace that I got from my brother who is currently in IRAQ. Although I'm very liberal about many things. It's shit like this that is always in mind. I am fully supportive of my brother and the choice he has made that effects everyone in this country. I'm not telling you to stop what games you're playing online or what pictures you're thumbing through because he fights so that you can do these things worry free. But this is just a taste, I don't dare ask for details from him.<br /><br />Thank you,<br /><br />RB<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You stay up for 16 hours<br /><br />He stays up for days on end.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You take a warm shower to help you wake up.<br /><br />He goes days or weeks without running water.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.<br /><br />He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.<br /><br />He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.<br /><br />He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.<br /><br />He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You walk down the beach<br /><br />He patrols the streets<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You complain about how hot it is.<br /><br />He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.<br /><br />He doesn't get to eat today.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.<br /><br />He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You go to the mall and get your hair redone.<br /><br />He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.<br /><br />He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You call your friend and set a date for tonight.<br /><br />He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You hug and kiss your friend, like you do everyday.<br /><br />He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You roll your eyes as a baby cries.<br /><br />He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.<br /><br />He sees people killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.<br /><br />He hears the fire, and screams of the wounded.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You see only what the media wants you to see.<br /><br />He sees the broken bodies lying around him.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.<br /><br />He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You stay at home and watch TV.<br /><br />He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.<br />____________________________________________________<br /><br />You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.<br /><br />He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.<br />____________________________________________________ urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:8107 2007-06-22T07:48:31Z 2007-06-22T07:48:31Z rachmaninov's theme on paganini "Stop trying, stop caring.<br />it's better for you in the end.<br />no waiting no drowning.<br /><br />what a world without betrayal<br />what a place without detriment<br />and again a state of peace<br /><br />no need for communication<br />no reason to come back<br />don't look, just keep walking<br /><br />The waters tiny creases remind you<br />they remind everyone of the purity from which they came<br /><br />once human now something of a differed air<br />when lose seems to be rampant the only course is capitulation<br /><br />apathetic, not understanding what lies behind and lingers around<br />waiting for this song to end and be forgotten.<br /><br />die to sleep and awake pure once more<br />without desire or passion but in a firmament of solitude<br /><br />awake to kill the dream and continue <br />start the journey and continue<br /><br />breath, food, and sleep<br />the only necessities left to maintain<br /><br />critical and unforgiving<br />allows for no deceit<br /><br />unwavering and strong<br />adamantly decided<br /><br />die to sleep<br />live another life<br /><br />run away and shade the past behind the draped curtains of logic<br />think of nothing more and be!" urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:7454 2007-04-01T09:26:07Z 2007-04-02T03:45:51Z It's almost an outer body experience. It's spending time with you're self just to mill over things that you can't quite put together. It's not a personal thing really. It's fighting your urge, this undying struggle for clarity. To make sense of it all if there is any to be made. To rationalize what inappropriate thoughts or ideas may find their way into my head but not only what but why! It sometimes feels like slipping away almost into sleep but you're awake for every wide eyed second. It can't be comfortable because by then you've slipped into a mechanical insanity! It wondering about what to do next if to do anything. It's trying to hold on to this ephemeral and almost fleeting hope of total comprehension. One thought sometimes negates another. It is hard to judge whether a thought confirms delusion or the break of genius. Maybe with trial, something...something might come out but so far nothing! Analyzing my own thoughts worries me, what am I trying to do to myself? In latter observation, hope seems to take over this rotting notion of normalcy and I finally find myself content. Yet, I carry on pondering my thoughts. Heavy lay the burdens of my mind on my shoulders. Maybe the analysis is the direct result of this scare. Maybe I am bizarre by my own standards. Maybe, I've only adopted these "standard" from others. I feel on the brink of a complete and irreparable lapse. The feelings are numb the fear is only the anticipation of loss of control. Outside of myself and still alone. Not that that's a bad thing. But still alone. An inaudible roar clamors echoed cacophony behind my eyes cast in static red lightning. Walking faceless and transparent through my dusty plain of existence are myriads of voices that bind with chains and rope to my ebb of silence. Untouched, malnourished, and without tools i'm put to work. Slaving under unrelenting sun screaming rays of light cooking my skin boiling the very blood that speaks nothing more than, "live!" becomes my history. It turns me fettered and course, immutable and shallow, hard and unforgiving, and i become an un-healing scab. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:7181 2007-03-24T00:45:56Z 2007-03-24T00:45:56Z *Subtitle*<br />"From the halls to the shores"<br /><br />For the past three days since tuesday night, I've been spending time with my brother here at the base for what could possibly be the last day's I have left with him. Tomarrow he starts the soldiers journey to IRAQ. And to be quite honost I don't know how to feel. It's not that I'm mixed with the uncertainty of his survival or the fact that I have to acknowledge that inevitablity. I was actually kind of forced to come here. Because of obligations to family. If he wasn't family I couldn't care less. He's a dick unlike any I've ever had to deal with. And being a jar head make the experience all that more raw. (I apologize for the this callous repraise) We spent most of the time just talking about stupid things and not much other than that really. It was quite a boring past time. I don't really expect any more from a married man with two tots and a marine none the less. I don't really care much for politics but he is an avid republican. I don't really quite care for the military but he's marine and that's pretty much all he respects. So I guess there's nothing really more to say. So I'll leave with that!<br /><br />always faithful,<br />RB urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:6949 2007-01-27T07:11:29Z 2007-01-27T07:11:29Z I've been off this shin-dig for a while partly because I haven't had time to put my thoughts down, not that anyone cares. It's funny to me when I happen to notice things that that in my head seems like a sort of clairvoyance and come true. I say this because it seems funny because i logic what I notice away. But not that anyone cares. I have trouble or rather have been having more trouble with buisness and pleasure or the reconcilation of the two. That also seems funny to me. Specially when I end up loving the buisness side more so than the pleasure. I am a very strange comformist I just realized as i'm going from key stroke to key stroke, but not that anyone cares.<br /><br />(PERSONAL NOTES)<br /><br />Carlos-If you're going to nudge me...do it in person.<br /><br />Morgan-We're still cool. Or atleast I'm hoping my side isn't more cool than you're side!!!(I probably worded that incorrectly, my apologies)<br /><br />Jericho-Summer 2007...Lights, camera, action!<br /><br />Everyone else-howdie doo drops!<br /><br />Oh, and about the subject line. I don't know whether to feel free or pissed...because I just got fired from my job...TODAY!!!<br /><br />heart,<br />-RB urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:6727 2006-09-22T21:55:00Z 2006-09-22T21:55:00Z You nudge me so good urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:6564 2006-08-14T18:05:44Z 2006-08-14T18:07:34Z I know I don't post a lot but I think this little bit of news merits regard. I got my headshots and that makes me very happy. I know it doesn't seem like such an accomplishment and it probably is minuscule compared to lot's of real accomplishments but this took me a lot of time and courage to muster together(run-on, shmurun-on). In the meanwhile, while my computer ignorant ass finds out how to post the stupid picture I just want everyone in the world to know that happiness is a self-portrait, depicting the veracity of how important and amazing you are to look at. This grill is going to get an award. I'll stake my penis on it....um wait my nuts on it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:6340 2006-05-24T07:51:42Z 2006-05-24T07:53:48Z So my niece was born MARCH 22, 2006<br />19:33 hours<br />8 pounds 13 ounces<br />Eternity Anne Dilanchian<br />at the Naval Hospital, Oceanside CA<br />CAMP PENDELTON<br /><br />and let me tell you<br />I have nothing to complain about.<br />Not even the speeding ticket I got<br />on my way down there.<br /><br />Life right now is good, really good!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:5893 2006-05-10T00:13:23Z 2006-05-10T00:13:23Z hi ******,<br /> <br />I'm sorry I haven't been messaging you as much as I think I should've. <br />I'm sorry I haven't sent you anything yet. <br />I'm sorry that you had to go away. <br />I'm sorry that we sometimes didn't understand each other. I've been busy with life and I'm sorry for leading such an unhealthy and tireless lifestyle. But I hope that doesn't effect you. <br />I'm sorry for a lot of things obviously and I'm doubly sorry for being sorry, literally. <br />I'm sorry for all my glib notions and ill-founded inference.<br />I'm sorry for my lack of substance and articulation.<br />I'm sorry for the dryness left in your mouth everytime you have to read my e-mails.<br />I'm sorry for many things for many reasons.<br /> <br />-I think there is something I should apologize for that I haven't thought of yet but I'm also sorry for that. Well in any case, I hope for better and more correspondence in the future on both our parts. There is more i should be telling you but I hate phone and e-mail and picture conversations. I hate them because they are for the lack of a better word intangible. When I talk to you I invest a lot in what I say and what I get from you which is a compliment I don't think I've every received or am in the running to receive. That's why I think I should apologize. <br /> <br />That's all. You don't have to respond if you don't want to 'cause if I got this letter I would not know what to think of it, if anything. I just hope you're still there and as long as I think your reading this then I can find some comfort in that.<br /> <br />-Please be patient with me and I will deliver. That is a promise.<br /> <br />Forever reverent,<br />RB urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:5775 2006-04-28T05:48:05Z 2006-04-28T05:48:05Z Hi everyone,<br /><br />how are you doing?<br /><br />I hope I'm not talking to myself.<br /><br />I've just realized how much I care about crap. Some of that crap isn't really crap, it's special to me. Anyway that going to be the end of what I need to say. I apologize for being so vague. But I will leave you now hoping there is no animosity!!!<br /><br />Love sincerely,<br /><br />your friend,<br /><br />RB urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:5544 2005-12-09T06:32:08Z 2005-12-09T06:43:03Z Flood "Thank you!!" <br />No it wasn't sincere at all. It was what you'd say when you win! It's what was spawned not out of facilitation but out of sheer coincidence/luck/karma/fate. And so said this my friend. My mountain, my relentless. And so said this my dilettante with his feigned veracity. <br />"Thank you!!!", yet again muttered with the same full intent.<br />There was more said but I was nowhere to be found. I was lost in anomie. It was sweet and liberating but through the filters and through the detention, the "Thank you"'s broke through.<br />"Thank you!!!", and again like a beating drum it hit without delay, like clockwork!<br />If only stopping it would improve the situation then I would have to think about something else to complain about. My silence was the only weapon against the barrage of false acclaimation. It was nothingness that kept me sane. This itch under my foot was going to feel too weird to scratch. A direct approach was not going to help. <br />He of course says it again, on beat. But by now the itch disappears and I lost the relief of the untorn first layer of skin. I have to scratch it and the itch has to be there. If it goes away then I loose this miniscule battle and I'm put in a ravaged mood. <br />I can't do anything about it because it's gone and what's gone is gone.<br />The battle ends but the limb is severed and an accord is reached. But the limb is still severed. Frustrated and unable to reprimand with full force for my peace of mind the day progresses.<br />"Thank you!!!" urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:5369 2005-10-10T09:01:35Z 2009-07-28T05:14:14Z Her face as wrinkled as weary time<br />Her lips scrunched strong between vermillion lines<br />Her temper gripping to her throat stretched high<br />Her tears withdrawn from each red-shattered eye<br /><br />Complacency killed her son's compassion<br />Now insulted and of a bitter fashion<br />Her calm keeps bulwark against her thoughts<br />Wanting empathy to ferment when only it rots. <br /><br />Her static silence <br />Came after the violence<br />Awaiting her just reward<br />But truth shows the curse<br />If the fire can submerse<br />Her forgiveness needs her accord<br /><br />Her mouth open defiant to quiet the boy<br />Her words come stern and he turns coy<br />"My emotions are low from years of declamation<br />And all the insulting feed my merited indignation!<br /><br />Pay attention now kid, one finality you must know<br />My spirits are weak but my courage will show<br />From then til now take care of what you say<br />I will not tolerate another word another day!"<br /><br />The boy distraut and to his consternation<br />Her face returned to it's everyday complexion<br />Her head tilted back to continue the day<br />The boy turned his head in ravaging dismay<br /><br />The defeated kid sauntered off and away<br />Pride and composure was won from the fray<br />Another from the ultimatum drawn<br />She graduated to queen from ever the pawn. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:5009 2005-10-09T11:43:45Z 2005-10-09T11:43:45Z THAT VACANT STARE HOLD<br /><br />Nothing and no one could break it,<br />Head hard shaft was tense and instinctive,<br />And the glove was stretched to it's pinnacle<br />To be placed on the dog that's vomitting white power,<br />Black hole throbbing juices too sour<br />Anticipation can't hold or cower but the cow's drained,<br /><br />Too soon, too late for another recollection<br />Five more minutes for some scattered contemplation<br />Black hole upset, confused from the consulation<br />Of the contraversial, pointless sore erection<br /><br />But that vacant stare holds through,<br />To the eyes bleeding from tears,<br />To face ravaged with madness,<br />To the sight of the star-spilled sky. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:4843 2005-09-02T08:07:25Z 2005-09-02T08:07:25Z -Helpless and subdued under his ragged cloak of garbage attire, Davy sat coveting his cup of coffee under the melody of traffic and pedestrian chorus. Maybe a few pennies today would help take the edge off the grimy lining in his esophagus. Maybe the compassion of the suit walking by might hand him a green crumble to calm his withered stomach. Sadly, this suit kept walking and muttering incoherencies to "the someone” who is more in need than him and Davy is completely ostracized. He tilted his head in defeat and the pontification of his presumptuous suit rang clear through his dirt-ridden ears.<br /><br />“Why am I here,” his voice rumbled through his throat?<br /><br />“Give me another coin, they shine at me and it’s them smiling. It’s that smile from good ole’ Abe that tells me I’m not alone.”<br /><br />The few people on the route dodged the sound of his raspy acclamation. His tethered bony hand reached into the pocket of the worn denim jacket and pulled out the golden copper plate of a shiny new penny.<br /><br />“Mr. Lincoln, you’re the only one who sees through the dirt. You give me comfort and a palace.”<br /><br />Davy shrugged his shoulders and released a groan of magnanimous grief. Partial to his own nature and unscathed by his own demeanor he laid down his penny in the large pouch of the jacket.<br /><br />Moments passed and turned to arduous days of routine disappointment. Men, women, children, and even dogs took a side-glance at his impoverished incongruity; And every time they did, Davy turned away in utter shame and disassociation.<br /><br />“I’m hungry!” he addressed anyone who passes by. “Please, I haven’t eaten anything in two days. I’m…I’m tired and starving, please, please. I’m here and I’m still alive, don’t ignore me please. My name is Davy I’m a veteran. I’ve paid my dues and I just want to eat something that’s not out of the garbage can!”<br /><br />Not a single word was refracted back from so many mothers and fathers. Not a single person stopped to even look and say something. A stray tear fell from the squints in his reddened and weary eyes and cleaned off a stream of dirt as it rolled heavy with pain.<br /><br />“I didn’t want to end up here! Give me something please. I’m hungry, please, I’m hungry!”<br /><br />His words were falling on deaf ears. His cries were unseen to shallow vagabonds.<br /><br />Within that instant, Davy cleared his throat and mustered up the energy to stand and straighten himself. Exhausted from malnutrition and weeks of dried up urine and feces stuck to his skin and pants, Davy perambulated down the block. His mind was racing in so many directions expect when he took his step after painful step from the brittle bones carrying his body away from this place. No help, no care, no way out. Still the people were keeping their proximity from the bum. Still the side-glances fed his craze. Still he had nothing left. In his dilemma, the man born as such got to the cross walk of the urban street and looked back. He saw a bus crawling to a stop forever behind him and opening its doors to the same apathetic humans packing in. The bus grew faster and faster behind him and in an instant and without hesitation Davy jumped to his left. The pain was instant and brief. Yet again, no one saw and no one stopped.<br /><br />The rays of the scorching sun rained down on the street. The clouds dissipated over dark smog blanketing the metropolis. Berating around like mice cornering mazes, people went in and out of buildings, drove their cars and talked to each other.<br /><br />As the collective quieted down in the mid-afternoon, a man wearing a tailored suit and pants wrinkled from days of never taking it off came to the same spot and sat down. His appearance unkempt, he sat down in the dirty pavement of the road and buried his head in his hands.<br /><br />“I’m hungry!” He cleared his throat as the sun creped behind the skyscrapers and a lip of night hit across the sky.-<br /><br />OK, NOW WHOEVER WILL COMMENT ON THIS I WANT YOUR COMPLETE AND HONEST BRUTAL OPINION!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:4458 2005-08-28T02:09:53Z 2005-08-29T03:26:20Z WE FUCKING FINISHED SHOOTING THE GODDAMN MOVIE. I ALSO SPEAK FOR <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thelastsisyphus/">thelastsisyphus<a> WE'VE BEEN THROUGH GODDAMN CURVES LEFT AND RIGHT, BUT IT'S RAPPED!!! NOW ON TO THE SUBJECT OF EMPLOYING ME!!!!</a></a> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:4239 2005-08-22T03:35:23Z 2005-08-22T03:35:23Z I went to Frisco!<br /><br />I drove all around the city!<br /><br />Last but not least, I got offered cocaine and meth.!!<br /><br />and now I'm back. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:4018 2005-08-17T08:07:58Z 2005-08-17T08:07:58Z Peer into the thoughts of saints,<br />And hollow reigns of crying chains,<br />Of soft-wind speech on softened sheets<br />Of blessed martyrs derailing steep deeds,<br />Tears can rot but the saints hail faints.<br /><br />Of eternalized blue bitten firmaments,<br />Corroded with clandestine tournaments<br />Bring the yells of holy calls bring the water from waterfalls,<br />Affirmed as nothing is, is beaten up to tall tale walls.<br />Copper dreams take mischief schemes turns callous bogged rudiments,<br /><br />As an idea thats idiots see as a playground vexing me<br />As the cold bumps texture of a hilly skin as watching mountains germing vermin<br />I find the road a pavement path, I hear the leaves I relinquish wrath,<br />I am cleansed of sin I am in a bath,<br />Of searing joy, and happy ploy, under biblical sly, over deadening glee!<br /><br />Convulsive, evasive, <br />Disfunctioning blundering<br />My years sauntering,<br />Conclude to allude,<br />Purgatory indecisive. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbs:3624 2005-08-04T22:07:45Z 2005-08-04T22:07:45Z Yah, that's what someone wrote about me. And she's 16. I'm going to JAIL!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~armeniansinglendale">CHECK IT!!!</a><br /><br />"Hi, my name is XXXXXXX i am a 16 year old writer.Well creative writer never put my stuff on the net or let someone see if i got the potential because I want to finish high school but i was reading your play called "Video Store Dilemma", and I loved it a lot. I can't wait to see what's next if it's ever going to be a second part.Well hit me back and let me know. Oh and I would love to right a play with you if you aren't to busy.I love making friends that share my interests because two creative writing minds together can make a hell of a play or story or whatever.Well I'm gone for now but let me know."