I sit here trying to think of the words which would best convey what I have going on in my head right now. Every time I look around this site, I see something or someone that disgusts me in some way. I see and hear the bands that are clones of every other group that's out there... I see the skunk hair and the sleeved up scene fucks. Don't forget to stay edge, kids. POSI/PPC/VIP/KING/SOMEFUCKINGCREW 4 life! yeah!!
Is MySpace what it's really all about? Someone kills themselves and you leave a comment to tell someone instead of picking up the phone or going to tell them face-to-face? Is it all about your friend count or how brutal your display name is? The only thing I really have to say, and you can take this how you will: The internet is serious business, folks. Welcome to 2006.
The point I'm really trying to bring across, though, is that MySpace and the world which now apparently revolves around it... pretty much bother the shit out of me. If you're going to ask me why don't I delete my profile and leave the site, your question will be met with the following:
Yes, there are a lot of things I don't like, and a lot of people I can't freaking stand... but there are those, who, out of my 7,000 to date friends, I do call real friends. They know who they are and much unlike you... they know me.
Think what you will and say what you will. Talk your shit. I'm all ears.
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Hello, friends. Since I have a whole lot of you, feel free to say hello in a comment or message. All I ask is that you don't try to post HTML (it's disabled), leave stupid messages or glitter graphics, thank me for the add (it's stupid), etc. ATTENTION BANDS: Do not promote shows outside of my local area, your new EP/album or anything of the sort. I'm not interested; sorry.
Thank you for your time,
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I think one of these days, I might put some substance back into my MySpace. This is a start...
Graphics, Music, Romance, Writing. johnmachine
sunlight lost.
cracked the sky.
scream for sun.
engage your solar flare.
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I am at a loss for words; dismissing the urge to reuse past prose in hopes of birthing new literature.
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Revisit and revise
Reveal yourself to me, so I can see clearly who you are and can love you for what you possess inside and out.
Body, mind and soul entwined in everlasting embrace.
Enticed, lust and love and the insastiable longing to have and to hold what I've wanted for so long.
Devoid of love's touch, in emptiness I find myself reliving memories in order to feel complete; whole once more.
Oh but what a hole, a void whose expance is so vast that I tremble at the thought of knowing it shall not be full of the hope, love and lust that have been a stranger for what seems like decades.
This heart beats in lethargy, no inspiration to palpitate as it once had.
It knows not who you are but of the wonder with which you once filled it.
If it all goes well, waiting and longing filled with nothing but uncertainty for the past, present and future love between us will inevitably ensue.
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Last night felt like the night we sat on that beach. It was freezing, and I felt so warm and safe wrapped up in your arms. It was like... heaven. And now that dream has been over. Maybe all your friends were right, maybe all the things people said were true. But there's one thing I want you to never forget.
You're never getting rid of me.
I am creepy, sketchy and ugly. You've probably heard that about me, anyway. Don't bother talking to me.
Your attempts to post pictures or links in a comment are futile.
