| Tuesday, January 25th, 2005 |
| 4:51 am |
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| Sunday, January 23rd, 2005 |
| 6:15 pm |
so heres the story freinds,, i woke up this afternoon with a raging hard on and a drool soaked pillow. Seems that my dreams have been makking a mess in my pants as well. now this isnt strange per say but what makes this time differrent is that this time there was nobody in perticalar in my dream. in fact, all that i even remember about my dream was the usual one that pops up about every week ( me david, a top a small red elephant in an empty casttle surrounded by blood hungry warlocks talking to the wind while slashing thier throats with a dull sword ) nothing new here. of course this time something was new. the elephant had a moustache simmilar to that of yosamady sam. Tell me what this means? Current Mood: crushedCurrent Music: type 0- youve got male |
| Monday, January 10th, 2005 |
| 6:56 am |
all right who made an exact double of my lj ya little fucks . i will squish you all like bugs . die vermin die. |
| Sunday, January 9th, 2005 |
| 2:37 am |
some how i wound up in regina, why? i do not know. just did maybe i needed to go somewhere that was shitteir then winnipeg for a day or two. |
| Sunday, January 2nd, 2005 |
| 6:26 pm |
things found that make you cry
last night i found my roger waters pro's and con's of hitchiking cd (it has been missing for the past few months) well listned to and once again it made me cry. i think for some reason it will always do this to me tell the day i die. |
| Thursday, December 30th, 2004 |
| 10:25 pm |
i will evolve into a slug like the rest of my family
you know when ever i go vacation somewhere and it invovles family members that i am staying with it always help them with this help them with that. well i just spent an hour and a half shoveling snow with an uncle sitting on a couch and my sister yacking on a phone. not even an offer to help fuck em. and the wonder why i never stay with any family members when i go places because the always expect you to do shit for them. when i stay with friends the do not expect anything and they let you have a vacation. and i always help with things anyway but i offer that it not beaten out of me by family guilt fuck family. now for a bit of a racist rant and just plain being pist at the lazniess of other people. i am remember when i lived in a side by side. the people that lived next to me where east indian. i would always shovel a space out in front of our house so we could park their and the lazy ass bitch from next door would always park in the spot i sholved. i tend to notice that the tend to be very self serving and females tend to be the worst hmm who is being the ignorent one there jee most people know you go and shovle your own spot do not user ones others have shoveld for themselves. hell if she asked me to sholve her a spot i would of but no she was just a dumb ignorent bitch fuck her. (this was brought onby watching the asains tonight shovling snow where i had just shovled tonight, i watched them for awhile and then said to them i hope the will shovle out what they just did, if they do not i will go out there and fill in there drive way at 3 in the mourning tonight ignorent fucks fuck um.) you know i wish the feds would bring in an education progam for immegrents on how not to piss your new neighbours off. (screw fixing my spelling mistakes i am to pist off right now.) Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: matadors-black roses |
| Monday, December 20th, 2004 |
| 9:30 am |
rip shit up and tear this whole god dam town down
i am dave. i am not dave the skinhead. i am not dave the rockabilly. i am not dave the goth. i am not dave the banger. i am just dave. nothing more nothing less. i taunt all you skins, all you punks, rockabillys and every thing else in between. me looking the way i do all tattooed up and pierced driving a huge ass pick up truck blasting abba and singing along to it at the top of my lungs is more being myself then pledging to any one group or social circle. i am me. "I spend my whole life making fun of everyone, comes from knowing that i'm the biggest joke of all."-Jello Biafra Current Music: carry me carrie-Dr.Hook &the medicne show |
| Sunday, December 19th, 2004 |
| 8:23 am |
time to play devil's advocate
hmm lets think about this one, canada's hate laws say it is illegal to promote hate or genocide against a certain group of people based upone race colour or creed, religion yadayadyad. so there is the game castlewolfinstien that promotes the killing of nazi's. Nazi is half politics half religion. So on a technical not this game promotes the killing and hatred against a group of people which makes it illegal in canada(the game that is). think about people before you start crying bloody blue murder what goes around comes around and the sword of justice swings both ways. please remember imth7thangel does not promote nazi's or killing of anybody based apone the above things just stupid people. |
| 7:22 am |
I am the hammer your life is the anvil part 2
well loe and behold who calls me on wed but the girl who promises her boyfriend she will not see me anymore who promises her boy friend she will not do blow anymore. Gee I think it went like have dave lets get some blow and hang out and do some blow. So there we are doing blow. i ask her how are things going with the boy. She says good. I say gee are you not breaking your promise not see me. She is like yes please do not mention this to certain people. I ask how is the promise not to do blow anymore as i cut her a line and she snorts it. After our little night of fun she says to me that she owes me big. I say forget about it yet in my mind i really want to say you might as well give me a blowjob. (she gave fuckin great head) You have broken 2 promises to your boy friend what does it matter if you blow me? I just might keep my mouth shut if you do. What right do you have to tell me not to tell people that i was hanging out with you doing blow i am not the keeper of your dirty laundry be carefull you do not piss me off. you are sad. and i am becoming more of a prick every day, which makes me feel sad. |
| Saturday, December 18th, 2004 |
| 1:22 am |
Alright first off this goes out to the person I am having a little spat with right now. this being written for you since you did not pick up the phone and have frank conversation with me. one the coke thing what it comes down to with me is i am sick of double standards and the way people think. the night i was supposed watch movies with you was also my weekend and i wanted to party in my own way. but then your like no you are not bring that shit into my house. well fine and dandy but then let's think about the fact that right around that time you where dating some drunk asshole who would show up at your place at three in the morning yelling and screaming and being a fuckin prick and i got to hear about it. lets see when i do coke i tend to get quite, i do not whip it out and do on your coffee table i quietly go off to the bathroom and take care of shit and in all the years that you have known me have you ever see me get like the prick that you where seeing, no. so to me thats a bit of a double standard and i hate double standards so i went off and did my own shit that night. if the other reason was because of your own past, while its just like being and alcoholic you are going to face situations where people are drinking and if you can not handle that and withdrawn into a world where you never come into contact with booze or people using booze the you just live your life in your own little world, and you are not living in the real world every one has their vices i know you do and i have mine. if i remember correctly that night you told me i was not aloud to come to your place even if i was on coke never mind doing coke in your place. I could have respected that even except for the fact that you late the drunk prick into your place all the time. Moving you. When you asked me to help move I told you later in the day. That way i would not have to fight with my father to use the truck. Then you go and tell me oh your father says 9 in the mourning so everybody has to be there for nine remeber i was the on doing you the favor and i said later in the day. But fine and dandy my father should have his surgery at this point but then he did not. And i am sorry but i hardly have the energy left in me to fight with him for things for myself never mind over people. Since i have known you so long i thought some explainning on my part was in order. you are one of the last people that might get this from me. Because i just really could not care about most folks and really do not think i o them jack shit anymore. Like i said yes i do think i am becoming a prick. Current Mood: uncomfortable Current Music: bodies-sexpistols |
| Saturday, December 11th, 2004 |
| 3:21 am |
i am the hammer and your life is the anvil
a little while ago a persone who had come back into my life thought that me getting the expression ( i'll never promise anything again) tattooed around my collar bone was stupid. i explained that it meant not that i would never promise anything again but promisis would never be forced out of me again i.e. if you love promise me this promise me that. if i love somebody and i see what i am doing hurts them i will try to stop i will do my best. but do not force something out of me that i might just not want to promise. well this freind got back together with her boyfreind last week but then got cuaght with a straw up her nose i.e. the boyfriend learnt about her little habit through some people. funny four days ealeir when they got back together he came clean about his meth problems but she never said anything about the coke to him. now that this happened he has forced the promise out of her not to do coke anymore. to days later she broke that promise and told me even though she does love and completly fears losing him that was a promise she did not want to and did it because she feared of losing him. i turned around and said do you you still laugh at me for wanting to get that tattoo. she sais no, she understood now. i said i was worried this realationship of hers was going to end very badly. i hugged her kissed her on the fore head and said goodbye. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: headstones blonde and blue |
| Wednesday, July 14th, 2004 |
| 3:20 am |
too fucking hot
i sit here going through a box of old phone numbers. looking at the names, remembering some and other's no clue. wondering why i even bothered getting some of them and wondering why some bothered even giving them. the ones who turned their back's on you and the one's you turned your back to them. the one's that just grew too far apart. nothing like ripping old wounds open then going through a box of old phone numbers. Current Mood: anxious Current Music: guns and fucking roses-one in a million |
| Sunday, July 4th, 2004 |
| 5:47 am |
the longer it goes on the more my drug fulled rage shall grow into a fire too sweep all have done me wrong into the never ending pit up yours fuckers. choke on your own cum. Current Music: abba-waterloo |
| 5:47 am |
lets try to do a quick run down
back in march jeep was stolen. then put into a brick wall write off. then in van for three weeks. then went back to van for the tattoo convention. got some new ink. met chris. now in 2 and half weeks goin back to van again will be staying with chris, finishing off the new ink that was started and scoping out a place to move into and employment opps. plane to have my ass out there and living by the end of the fall. hopefully me and chris will have a very happy fun time while i am there. |
| Monday, May 3rd, 2004 |
| 11:37 am |
the way I feel
Ever since I was a kid at school, I messed around with all the rules. Apologised the realised I'm not different after all. Me and the boys thought we had it sussed. Valentinos all of us, my dad said we looked ridiculous. But man we broke some hearts. In and out of jobs, running free. Waging war with society. Dumb blank faces stare back at me. But nothing ever changed I wasted all that precious time and blamed it on the wine. I was only joking my dear, looking for a way to hide my fear. What kind of fool was I? I could never win. Never found a compromise, collected lovers like butterflies. Illusions of that grand first prize are slowly wearing thin. Susy baby you were good to me, giving love unselfishly. But you took it all too seriously, I guess it had to end. Now you ask if I'm sincere? That's the question that I always fear. Verse seven is never clear, but I'll tell you what you want to hear. I try to give you all you want, but giving love is not my strongest point. if that's the case it's pointless going on. I'd rather be left alone. Cause what I'm doing must be wrong, pouring my heart out in a song. Owning up for prosperity for the whole damn world to see. Quietly now as I turn the page. Act one is over without costume change. The principal would like to leave the stage. The crowd don't understand.-Rod Stewart, I was only joking. That is how I am feeling right now( Never did have a lover named Suzy, though.) |
| Sunday, May 2nd, 2004 |
| 11:37 am |
tired
a i am so fucking tired right now and the thought of coming home is making me fucking sick. i really thinking i am giving up on my home town. its just becoming to much of a cesspool. they just build a giant well around the core and let them all kill eachother off. hell i feel safer walking down east hastings at 3 in the morn then i do down ellice at 3 in the afternoon. |