Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in carrion_gypsy's LiveJournal:

Monday, April 2nd, 2007
8:38 pm	我做出的每评论有一个原因在它之后。它是保护人I 关心用我自己的方式。备注将使人考虑什么他们认为并且什么他们做着那能潜在伤害他们 害处由他们不意欲。我没有机会告诉确定某人为什么并且谁我详细感觉。我害怕有点儿什么他们会认为或也许说如果他们听见了。我真正地真实地喜欢我谈论的人员 真相真正地是I 象他们和感受如他们做出坏选择。深刻的舍去里面它杀害我在他们谈论其他人或问题时候他们有。它杀害我当他们谈论睡眠。是, 它使我嫉妒, 真正地嫉妒, 它并且伤害得很多知道他们不感觉同样方式关于我。我并且认为, 他们寻找在错误安排幸福 Current Music: mastadon (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007
4:47 pm	Exclusion THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing At her low gate; Unmoves, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I've known her from ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone By Emily Dickinson Current Mood: artistic Current Music: Whispering Gallery (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 21st, 2006
12:10 am	Tanker Denne vinter brudd vært ok slik fjern. Før bruddet jeg daterte seg noen kalt Alex. Vi stanset daterer seg fordi de var ikke over deres forløpen boyfriend. Det er andre gang som skjedd til meg. Jeg er meget trist men uansett hva. Jeg enda virkelig liker henne men ikke det er noe som jeg gjør om det. Jeg hater når folk stikker i videregående skole stoff når de er i høgskole. Gir til henne best venn jeg er en av hennes nær venner. Jeg ikke vet hvordan jeg føler seg omtrent det. Jeg heller datert seg henne. Hun sagt at det akkurat ikke tente. Jeg sier fuck gnister, gnister brenner ned bygninger og starter skogsbranner, men om hun blir i videregående skole modus da jeg ikke har noen innflytelse. Letingen jeg gjetter fortsetter. Jeg blir bak# sammen med Jessica, men jeg tror jeg blåste sjansen for at skje. Jeg stille adore Alex og håp at hun forstår alt men jeg tviler det skjer. Jeg blir syk av all denne bullshit når det kommer til piker. På raten jeg drar jeg slutter opp munter, aldri gift og aldri har kids. Selv mens skriving denne jeg tenker på hvordan jeg blåste det med alex. I grunnen jeg ikke flyttet fort nok for henne jeg gjetter. Hun sammenliknet meg til hennes gammel guttvenn, personlig jeg tror det er urimelig og ingen sammenlikner med noen når De daterer seg. Alle er spesiell og å sammenlikning er dum. Hun vet at jeg er sint som jeg gjetter mulighet at hun faktisk tenkte på det. Akkurat for faktum som hun tenkte på meg aldri snakke med henne tenner en tanke i min sinn. Hva om hun følelsesmessig fester til Mike, men faktisk ikke vet hva hun vil ha. Kanskje hun er akkurat festet på grunn av kjønnet som han ga henne. Han er stille i videregående skole og fra hva folk sier synes som en loser til meg. Det var den samme måte med Jessica. Den neste vår term av skole er interessant da hun lever en gulv under meg. Jeg tror det er stille håp. Jessica sagt der ikke var noen sjanse da skole startet. Det var i fjor. Jeg funnet ut at det var en sjanse før jeg fucked det all opp. Det akkurat viser seg noe som helst skjer og jeg er på min toes. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 28th, 2006
12:35 am	Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died. Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open pores. With the deadened silence of my exiled mind shattered a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my being where a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream and tore a hole in my lachrymal sleep. 'Twas as if I had motioned the skies to part, and a piece of heaven to tumble past my hungry eyes when a single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth and buried unending furrows to carve me open. An absurd drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passedin such a blinking moment that it might have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart The dismal moments have now passed to flounder between the sea and disease and lay waste to your bubbling pores. The soft murmurs poured forgiving and with envious assault laid waste my breath In fleeting moments of joy a knock betrayed the vigilant ear and drowned in vastness. You see through the dream, behind the vacant smile of the dead And cut the seams, that held together my breath Lifeless I lie, thoughts tear my mind and you fly Your sharpened breath, echoes these halls for life Slip the warm knife through my searing flesh Nefarious agony slips inside my smile As the swallow lands and bleeds, to suck the light and with it weave, dark veils of strangling gloom to cover this silent room. A fragment of shuddering light appeared and began to bite at the air, so thick with deceit, that all stood still, all was weak to echo through your soft, murmurous heart and pierce your every word. The dreaming veil strangles your shortening breath as oceans of pain wash through your open veins and pour to the inviting earth. To leave not a trace of those moments that filled the empty halls and cold would be to close the shutters on the day(and to dream behind a veil). The word that crawled around inside falls away. Current Mood: artistic Current Music: Mourning Beloveth (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
6:10 pm	Klavier Sie sagen zu mir schließ auf diese Tür die Neugier wird zum Schrei was wohl dahinter sei hinter dieser Tür steht ein Klavier die Tasten sind staubig die Saiten sind verstimmt hinter dieser Tür sitzt sie am Klavier doch sie spielt nicht mehr ach das ist so lang her Dort am Klavier lauschte ich ihr und wenn ihr Spiel begann hielt ich den Atem an Sie sagte zu mir ich bleib immer bei dir doch es hatte nur den Schein sie spielte für mich allein ich goss ihr Blut ins Feuer meiner Wut ich verschloss die Tür man fragte nach ihr Dort am Klavier lauschte ich ihr und wenn ihr Spiel begann hielt ich den Atem an Dort am Klavier stand ich bei ihr es hatte den Schein sie spielte für mich allein Geöffnet ist die Tür ei wie sie schreien ich höre die Mutter flehen der Vater schlägt auf mich ein man löst sie vom Klavier und niemand glaubt mir hier das ich todkrank von Kummer und Gestank Dort am Klavier lauschte ich ihr und wenn ihr Spiel begann hielt ich den Atem an Dort am Klavier lauschte sie mir und als mein Spiel begann hielt sie den Atem an Current Mood: ichi the killer kicks ass Current Music: Rammstein (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
10:12 pm	Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan; All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renownéd be thy grave! William Shakespeare Current Mood: weird Current Music: Thorns of the Carrion (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
11:46 pm	I THINK I'M GETTING DREADLOCKS NEXT WEEK. YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Comment on this)