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When you need to Replace Shocks

ElliottJackson — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 01:59:34 GMT

Buick shocks and struts do not require replacing at specific mileage intervals like filters or spark plugs, but they do wear out and eventually have to be replaced.

When these parts wear out over time they can cause a rattle or a thump noise because the strut is coming in contact with the body of the vehicle since this sustaining mount has disintegrated and is not cushioning the strut anymore.

You need new shocks (and/or struts) if your original Buick quick strut is worn out, damaged or leaking. Leaking is easy enough to see (just look for oil or wetness on the outside of the shock or strut) as is damage (broken mount, badly dented housing, etc.). But wear is often more of a subjective thing to judge.

This easy bounce test is just that, bouncing on the front of the vehicle and watching to find out how many times the vehicle bounces up and down before the bouncing stops. Too much bouncing indicates worn Buick complete strut assembly. Basically, what you need to do is bounce the car up and down using your body weights a couple of times. When you discontinue bouncing and free the car, it should level off after one stroke. After releasing the vehicle, it ought to bounce one time and should come back to a level stand. If it continues to bounce after you let go more than one rebound act, then it shows the shocks needs to be changed. So that's how to tell when automotive shock absorbers should be replaced.

Make sure they take a test drive with you and hear the same sound you do. You want to make sure the work order you sign states the complaint properly not just "replace struts". You do this in case the noise is still present after the repairs so that you have it in writing what your original complaint was. B2C | B2B2C

Repairing my Ford

ElliottJackson — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 01:30:35 GMT

Last Sunday, I drove my Ford to visit friend and felt the road quality was really becoming worse and worse. My car was broken on halfway. At first I understood there was something wrong with it but I didn�t pay much attention to it. Half an hour later, it didn�t work. Ford shocks and struts were broken. I have no way but call someone to repair. After examination, the problem is more complex than I imagined. The Ford quick strut didn�t work very well, either.

I spent much money on these parts and labor cost. I complained to my friend and he told me it would be cheaper on the Internet shop. My friend is very professional on auto parts. He said quick strut is the revolutionary new way to replace struts. It is an all-in-one replacement system which results in easier, safer and quicker installations. It replaces Ford complete strut assembly including the shock absorber, spring and bearing plate, so your car�s handling and control will be as good as new.

I searched these auto parts on Internet and regret a lot because I found if I bought them from these auto parts online stores, I would save most of the cost. I believe though I am not a mechanic, I am capable to install these parts by myself. B2C | B2B2C

Why I purchase auto parts on Internet

ElliottJackson — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 09:00:15 GMT

More and more customers like purchasing auto parts from online stores because these stores sell high quality but cheap product, including all kinds of brands parts.

Take my car Buick for example, I can find Buick shocks and struts, Buick quick strut and so on very easily. All of them are very common auto parts and the prices are much cheaper than real stores. If you operate an real shop, you can buy them from online stores, too. I�m sure you�ll be satisfied with the wholesale price. These high quality parts enhance safety, handling and performance to customers. This is the most important in driving procedure.

Several days ago I had just got a Buick complete strut assembly from a creditable online shop. I was very satisfied with the product. That�s why I�d like to recommend the online shopping way to my dear friends. This really is a good, convenient, safe way to shop. With the product instructions, it is very simple to install them by yourself, even though you are not so professional. Most stores ship to all places all over the world so you don�t need to worry about shipping too much. They usually ship your order the same day you place it in most cases, so you will get your parts as soon as possible. I am sure you will feel quite pleased with your first shopping experience. B2C | B2B2C

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dentalimplants — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 08:59:20 GMT

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bromance

President Ferguson — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 10:36:21 GMT

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Originally Posted by ElliottSmithFan1

We are the posters with the biggest egos. And yes, we constantly need our egos stroked ladies.

asgoodasdead, "alpha dog", he's our strong leader. He could kick any addier's ass including kuurt and joely with aid of his skull-cracking wit.

bimbly, otherwise known as "the judge", he brings the gavel down on unsuspecting happy-go-lucky addiers. he clears the floor of all selfless addiers who refuse to acknowledge our massive game-changing egos and go on posting trivial, cheery nonsense. we've seen it down a thousand times. many corny addiers we're obliterated. no need to mention usernames. no one is spared.

esf1, aka "narcissus" or alternatively "solipsistic lil' fuck", he brings the massive amount of alienation of other addiers to a head. although this is the goal of all of the bromance members, he unceaselessly posts self-gratifying posts and refuses to step away from the figurative mirror.

then there's ethan. he doesn't get a nickname. he's the temp.

the bromance operates by unceaselessly posting funny ass puns and jokes that are mostly only funny to us and a few other LEET posters who love laughing at ppl to the detriment of our victims and to the chagrin of board stalwarts who operate on the patently false notion that they can someway achieve a "community" on the internet. we alienate all board members and ruin the gratification of communal needs and dr. phil-ism which runs rampant.

We are the BROMANCE. Hear us roar. You are all unwilling witnesses to our massive libidos.

Bros Rule Over Machismoless Addiers Never Cease Ever.

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Why I like Lil Wayne, and why I don't give a fuck about what you think about him!

JJJ — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:11:03 GMT

Rap is new. It's a genre sprung up from the 80's. It's evolving. Some say it is evolving in a bad way, other say a good way. Either it is. Rock has noticeably evolved, take Elvis Presley for example, and compare his sound to say... oh... Nirvana. Different sound, classified (in general music labeling terms) as rock music.

In a recent argument a friend of mine bashed me for liking "good" rap, while at the same time thinking Lil Wayne is the best rapper alive. Apparently, good rap means rappers like Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Kanye West, and Doom. Typical right? Who can argue that the music those listed artists put out is not "good." The thing is they are all really connected in a way. They all rap about a lot of the same shit, the "struggles of the hood, black power, respect" etc etc, they all love rapping over soul beats. This is his definition of "good" rap. But shouldn't we all be able to define "good?" I mean as long as I have a reason other than "oh his music just sounds good," you should still be able to argue that someone is the best rapper alive.

So how do you argue for someone that doesn't typically rap about anything at all?

Lil Wayne is a genius. His wordplay is top tier material. No regular Joe off the streets that can rhyme can spit wordplay like this:

1, 2, 3 way
4, 4 makes 8,
9 times out of 10
it's an 11 or a 12 gauge
Friday 13th, thats the day hell raise
but you boys too weak
like 14 days

Are you FUCKING kidding me? He raps 1-4, then 8-14. The last line would not have been as easy to catch without the number theme leading up to it. Too weak? Two weeks? 14 days? Only Lil Wayne. It's tough to find another rapper as creative as he is.

Lil Wayne does things like altering his voice in order to make words that shouldn't rhyme, rhyme. His disgusting raspy little weasel laugh that he does is a foot note, saying "rewind and re listen to that last line you most likely missed."

The best thing about Lil Wayne though is his mixtapes. Unlike his studio albums his mixtapes are unedited, so if he fucks up, you hear him fuck up. This is where his genius shines. Creating music only from your head (and maybe some nyquil and marijuana). It's incredible to hear him stay on beat and rhyme, but what is most amazing to listen to is his train of thought. You can see his destination, where he wants to go with whatever he's doing, and you can see how the hell he's getting there.

Lil Wayne is definitely different, he is in fact a martian. Take away the euro-pop beats, the auto-tune, his mainstream likability, his goofy fans, his crazy antics, take everything away from him aside from his music that makes him so easy to being a joke, and you have a genuinely mastermind emcee that is conquering rap with his unique voice, style, flow, and every other little thing he does different. Lil Wayne is not a clown in a circus, he is the ringleader conducting the circus.

I like Lil Wayne in a different way that people like rappers. I'm not judging him by his lyrical content, there's much more happening inside his raps that root from his insane mind to pay attention to lyrical content. He is the only rapper to make me listen to rap differently than when I do other rappers. Innovative, creative, a straight genius. In my opinion, he is the best rapper alive. Just my opinion though.

Short Story #2

sabu29 — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 05:58:12 GMT

(circa 2006)

Trendy

"Don't call me little bastard, call me snake." Well, it's another lonely night in college. I'm sitting here, listening to music on the computer. I should be studying for a Physics test, but its way over my head now. I gave up on that class many weeks before. I'm here at Western Illinois, mainly because I was even too stupid to get into Eastern. This is a god awful place; there is absolutely nothing to do. I have no friends, and I doubt I will find any. Everyone on my floor is so trendy, it makes me sick. They all dress the same, baggy jeans, collared shirt � with a popped collar, mirror aviators, nasty hats that they have had since they were in 5th grade, and if they are really cool, they have those overrated live strong bracelets.

I tried to be friends with them, I really did. I'm not very social but I did party with them one night. They didn't like me. I'm thinking it could have been because I wear way too much polyester, or because I have the tolerance of a 7 year old girl. I wish I was home with my old friends. I can't wait till break, but will it be the same. Everyone will come home with stories like drinking fifteen 40s in one day, or how awesome Leif Erickson Day was. The only thing I will be happy about is actually not going though with my many thoughts of suicide.

"Its not so bad being trendy, everyone who looks like me is my friend," what a bunch of bullshit. I always avoided these people in high school. I knew that most of the people here were going to be this preppy, so I put some Kanye West, Lil John, and some Dave Matthews Band on my ipod. I tried to listen to it, but it almost killed me. I bought a collared shirt, just in case I needed it, but there it sits in my closet, and I doubt I will ever use it.

Last night, I was once again alone, and I was feeling really down. So I called a friend of mine, Ann. We have been really good friends for a while, and I know I can always talk to her. I knew she was at a party, because as soon as she answered the phone, there was a ton of noise. I said "hey, I feel like shit," "I'm good, how are you"? She asks. "I feel like shit" I repeat, "then take some Advil" she said. "No, I feel depressed" I tell her. Just then, I heard a bunch of yelling and screaming. She said "Oh, the keg just got here, can I call you back tomorrow." I am still waiting for that call. I know that she probably forgot because she was drunk, but it still doesn't help. I tried to call her back, but her phone is off.

At this point, I felt really down. The one person I could talk to was far away. She was having fun and I didn't want to ruin her night with my stupid crap. I tried to get happy, by listening to happy music. Music that used to put me in a good mood, like Stir It Up by Bob Marley, Bouncing Around The Room by Phish, or When A Fool Becomes A King by Polyphonic Spree. After Listening to those, I didn't feel any better. Therefore, I tried a little reverse psychology and listened to Suicide Song by Loudon Wainwright III. In the song, Loudon basically tells you slit your wrists when you're feeling bad. This time it made me feel worse. I felt like a wimp, I tried cutting myself a couple times but I was always too scared to go deep. I never left any visible scars. I thought I could try hanging myself, but I didn't have any rope. I ransacked my room, looking for any type of string, and looking in the mirror, I saw my necklace. I set up this crazy contraption that looked a lot like the board game Mouse Trap. I was attaching it to the ceiling, thinking to myself "Am I really going to do it"? I was standing on a chair, putting the finishing touches on and I started to get second thoughts. I thought of my family, and of my friends. I thought of Kairos � a retreat I went on in high school, but I can't tell much about it, because it's a secret, with a naked mass and everything. I thought of all the people who I know and care about me. I thought about my future and all the other people I may eventually meet. Thinking of all this made me start to cry. I thought about Ann, knowing that she will call me back when she gets a chance. I thought about everyone that would miss me and chose not to go through with it.

As I was trying to un-hook my self, the chair slipped out from underneath me. As my life flashed before me, I thought this was it, I was going to die, and it would look like a suicide, although it was an accident. I struggled for what felt like hours grasping for breath. I couldn't move or yell or do anything. Luckily, my little mouse trap thing wasn't very strong. It broke and I fell to the ground with such force that I broke the chair. Okay, well I didn't break the chair, but it hurt a lot and left a couple bruises.

I was laying on the ground thinking about what happened, when a burst of loud, violent knocks hit my door. I thought it was my dumb roommate. "He must have had a bad night; maybe he hit on a prude girl, or lost at a drinking game," I thought to myself. I opened the door, and it wasn't my roommate, it was someone a lot better looking. It was this girl that must be on the wrong floor. I have seen her in the elevator, though I've never had the guts to talk to her. As soon as I opened the door, she started to walk right in, saying "What took you so -" then stopped and staggered in the hall. Then she continued to slur her words and said "You don't look like my roommate." I apologized and asked "Could I help you look for your room"? She said, "I'm tired" as she walked into my room and did a face plant onto my bed. I sat down next to her and she rolled over laughing, and then started to sob. I said, "Oh, what's wrong"? She replied, "I got trashed, and made a fool of myself. My friends ditched me, and I made out with this asshole who didn't know what the word 'no' meant." I said, "Its okay, you're safe now." She continued saying, "He tried to force me to go down on him, I said no, but he said since I didn't pay for a cup, this was the alternative payment. I ended up punching him in the balls to make him let go of my head. Then he slapped me, and I ran for my dorm." I hugged her and rubbed her back for a while. I said, "Well I know a way to cheer you up." I asked, "Do you like P-Funk"? She gave me a look as if I were speaking a different language. I popped a tape into the VCR, and watched a hilarious documentary. It was and independent film about the history of George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic. We danced, we laughed and even kissed.

After the movie, we stayed up until the wee mourning hours. We shared so much; it was as if we've known each other forever. Her name was Sarah, and she thought that Bernie was a unique name. I walked her up to her room at dawn. At her door she gave me another kiss and said, "You're different, you're like not an asshole." I said, "Thank you" and she laughed. She explained that she lost her cell phone, but said she would come to my dorm as soon as she woke up.

On my way back to my dorm, Ann called me apologizing that she forgot to call me back. I said, "It was ok" and started to tell her I needed sleep, but she cut me off. She told me all about the horrible night she had. I listened, but I didn't let it effect me. I told her about the wonderful night I had, and told her I was really tired and would have to call her later. I got into bed, and feel asleep within minutes.

I wake up in a daze to some loud knocking. It was Sarah. She claimed that she couldn't sleep because she didn't feel safe. She curled up in bed with me, and fell asleep in my arms. I was glad that I didn't go though with my thoughts about suicide. I had a complete turn around and finally felt good about myself. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment until, I too, fell asleep.

Short Story #1

sabu29 — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 05:55:51 GMT

(circa 2005)

Above the Ground

High, above the ground, hanging on the tiny branches, if I were to fall it would be deadly. I think to myself, how would everyone feel? What it would be like without me? A tear rolls down my cheek, Ive always been emotional. I climb trees to escape, and when I'm having a real bad day, I go to this one, my favorite. It has just enough branches to move around, enough leaves to hide me, and enough holes to play a spy game. If I need to hide, to hide from my darkest fears.

What are my darkest fears, ghosts, monsters, dinosaurs, drowning, dying, or the unknown? Most likely, the unknown. I cherish friendship; maybe my darkest fear is losing a friend or seeing a friend get hurt, and not being able to help. Feeling helpless toward someone I want to help so much.

Just then, my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I think to myself, its 3:30 in the morning, who could be calling? It vibrates on the 2nd round. I begin to wonder. One of my closest friends, I havent heard from in a fortnight. It vibrates a 3rd time, I know who it is and she needs someone to talk to. I quick reach into my pocket, but I suddenly feel air rushing though my hair. Crack, I hit a branch, then 3 more. Slam, I hit the ground.

My phone is in my hand, and still vibrating. I answer, Hello, but theres no answer just breathing. I hear a small voice weeping, I need your help, I hurt myself again, can you pick me up? I respond, Im on my way. I get up and quick look back into the tree was I really that high above the ground?

I get into my car, got to turn the ignition, SHIT I scream. Pain from my wrist rushes through my brain and then back to my wrist. I say to myself, Keep going, she needs you. I start driving and taste blood on my upper right lip. I look in the rear view mirror, and the right side of my face has 17 long scratches on it. One for every year I have been alive. I get to her house, and ring her doorbell. No one answers. I walk in and run up the stairs to her room.

There she is, lying on the floor with a pair of scissors in her hand. She doesnt look at me, just talks, and I listen. A half hour goes by, she thanks me for listening and hands me the scissors. She gets up and takes her first look at me. Holy shit, she screams. What happened to you? I fell out of a tree, I tell her nonchalantly. Then I start to cry. She asks, Is there anything I can do for you? You can drive me to the hospital. I hand her my keys and we get into my car.

She starts driving, like a bat out of hell; luckily there are no cars on the road. I am hurt, but not that serious. She replies, Sorry, I was just worried. I smile but she doesnt see it. On the way to the hospital, we listen to The Cure, not too hard, and not too soft, just perfect. Before I know it, were in the hospital parking lot. I think to myself, I dont want to go; I may never feel this way again, I feel happy. Then another surge of pain from my wrist, and Im out the door. Get into the hospital, and were told to wait a few minutes. I hear the faint music of the waiting room. Once again its The Cure, how perfect in a hospital. I start to sing, stand up and start to dance. I sit back down because I know I cant dance, but I continue singing. You, soft and only, you, lost and lonely, you, just like heaven.

The doctor calls me in, after a few moments. They put a temporary cast on my arm. As we leave, the sun is rising. I say to her, I think I owe you something. I lean in, and hug her like Ive never hugged her before. The sun has risen to its fullest, and she quietly says, Thank you for everything, you are a great friend. My heart melts with joy.

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Freud's bad karma...

JJJ — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 00:50:01 GMT

Funny thread QICOD.

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Originally Posted by Freud's assistant

:cry:

whyyyyyyyy

atleast i read up on the stuff marksss gave me

free me swaddy mods

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Originally Posted by CanopuS

There's something I don't quite understand about this...

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Originally Posted by bastardofyoung

just go to computer options and change yer IP address :D

IP bans are useless if you know how to do an IP change :-p

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Originally Posted by Freud's assistant

im just using a proxy now

but i want them to lift the fucking ban

i didn't do anything...

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Originally Posted by recordrunning

Why would they ban your IP, but not your account?

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Originally Posted by JJJ

Because you were communal such and such. That troll earlier. I KNEW IT WAS YOU

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Originally Posted by aural near

did you get a warning?

have they told you what you supposedly did?

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Originally Posted by JJJ

They banned his troll account which means it kills his real account too.

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Originally Posted by Freud's assistant

i was communal

i got the ban with no warning

for trolling freud's assistant...

i didn't want to fuck with anybody else but i wanted to have some fun so i was really meen to FA in the one thread communal started...

and my ban read

permanently banned for trolling freud's asst.

so i got banned for trolling myself

>.<

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Originally Posted by goldsoundz

:clapclapclap:

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Originally Posted by calAMITY

i think this whole ban every troll is kind of dumb.
i mean, they are pretty fun.

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Originally Posted by Freud's assistant

i was just trying to be funny...

i stepped over the line

but only to myself lol

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Originally Posted by JJJ

:facepalm:

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Originally Posted by JJJ

wtf, no they are not. There are dumb / funny people, and then there are flat out trolls. trolls get the boot.

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Originally Posted by recordrunning

ROFL

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Originally Posted by goldsoundz

but didn't you say "HE'S NAMED RETARD FOR A REASON"???
:therock:

because that was pretty funny.

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Originally Posted by Freud's assistant

yeah...

i deleted that one actualy

i was like uh oh

theyll get me so i deleted it

in reality i was legitmantly only mean to myself

i mean i cut myself (actualy do) but the police dont arrest me for assalt and battery

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Originally Posted by Omaha or Bust

ha i got myself a warning on my alt for saying something very rude to myself. i also got a lot of neg reps for it to. its nice to know addiers stick up for innocent bystanders :grouphug:

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Originally Posted by goldsoundz

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Originally Posted by JJJ

I NEED TO ARCHIVE THIS THREAD. QICOD ALL OF IT.

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Originally Posted by JJJ

then blog it. t'will be my first addy blog post. WHATU UUUP.

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Originally Posted by JJJ

EVERYONE SMILE FOR THE QICOD!

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Stale

StainedGlassEyes — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:50:59 GMT

slowly shuffle across the room
stale laughter cuts through stale smoke and silence
i glance over, your killing me with expression
cold words fall faster than snow in december
and the darkness fills most of the day.
seasons change
i open the window
i glance over, your gone
another ghost from the past re-incarnated in daydream
i now understand this
"sometimes the pain of seperation is less than the prolonged death of love for another"
and here i am now
wanting to find love again
its hard to believe its been this long
i take a drag off my cigarrette
exhale
the stale smoke reminds me
"that change means nothing if nothing wants to change"
a stale smile cuts through stale smoke
i pour some coffee
and ponder thought
and realize im no longer stuck in stalemate

Abberation

StainedGlassEyes — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:49:50 GMT

the heresy is coming out of your pores
the aberrations of a lifetime
save your breath
theres enough carbon dioxide in here to kill someone
created by the endless bantering of a vagrant
rationalize your actions by dressing them in all that you claim holy
keep your words
they linger like bloodstains and hatred
keep in mind that im not judging you
i tried to help
you pushed away
so now i wash my hands of this
i cannot stand here and watch you destroy something beautiful
(life)

For whatever reason

StainedGlassEyes — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:47:39 GMT

this is just me talking to myself
this is just thoughts and feelings
made real through vocal chords
then recorded on paper
then made electronic
secondary, seconhand, second wave of change
it takes one second for change to change
and for whatever reason.
i did this hoping you would be listening
hoping you would be watching
for whatever reason
i tried to breathe life into this
and watch the dream i had stay alive
i did so well.
feeling.
but you have no idea how i feel
because i never told you
because i fear rejection
because i fear....
for whatever reason
i act this way
i just wanted to tell you
i just want you to know how i feel
for whatever reason
i was caught on fire
and didnt bother to put myself out
didnt bother to put myself out.
i was caught in crossfire.
for whatever reason.
i just stood there.
i just stand here
with a blank look on my face.
everytime i see you or talk to you
i want to tell you
i want to tell you how i feel.
for whatever reason
the words get lost
when i open my mouth

Note to self

StainedGlassEyes — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:46:51 GMT

i found a way to scream without sound
ive found a way to see inside myself
and rearrange according to the dictates of reason
i found a note i wrote myself six months ago
"find yourself before your lost,pay whatever toll you owe
before you cant afford the cost."
i drempt a dream, that caved inside itself
and bursted apart right at the seams
i woke up, and found myself mid silent scream
apathetic towards myself?
passed off as just another nightmare
sigh..
relax its only apathy, i just dont care
and then im pulled back inside
stripped of the option to run and hide
and pretend that its not there
rhetoric cant save me here
i found a note i wrote myself six months ago
"find yourself before your lost, pay whatever toll you owe
before you cant afford the cost."