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Filling in the Blanks [Apr. 23rd, 2009|01:21 am]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
It's been a while since I've added input.
I'm traveling a new road.
Establishing a new code.
Contaminants and famine with horrible money management is damaging,
and finances are the only thing that's vanishing.
Hours dedicated to employers that hire me
are cut quick because there's no real reason to fire me.
In its entirety, I bring the profit to business,
but the fear of my advancement gets my ideas dismissed.
I see a senseless leadership trying to lead a ship to capsize
with intentions to make their own salary cap rise.
That's why I'm paid very close to minimum wage.
Times change, but somehow, the situation's the same.
I'm stuck and still in the game that I started ten years ago,
and it's still the same type of people that never cared at all.
It's different faces and places, but I still never get
the real reason to their actions that deter my success.
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that shit made me laugh. [Jul. 16th, 2008|11:11 am]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
"I'm bad."
"I'm bad, too."
"I'm a bad girl."
"Hallelujah!

that laugh made me shit.
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i'll still visit. [Apr. 16th, 2008|08:06 pm]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
not really a big fan of john cage.
it was just the poem i ran into
when i picked up a book and opened it.

but a teacher once told me,
"If you don't talk,
then people will only think you're dumb."

and for now,
that is why
the rest is silence...
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Art [Mar. 24th, 2008|07:04 pm]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
I have nothing to say
and I am saying it,
and that is poetry.

John Cage
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(no subject) [Mar. 20th, 2008|11:37 pm]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
dear God,

how are You?
i am hungry.

signed,
rtL
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long time it's been. felt compelled to drop a word or two. [Mar. 16th, 2008|02:47 pm]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
[Current Location |am]
[mood |i]
[music |dumb]

getting old. getting told that my soul is sold to the devil,
and i'll see him at the end of the road where it's cold.
when it happens, then i'll finally know
that my actions speak louder than the silence i hold.
that's why the silence'll grow, though my mind is opposed
to finding a flow to life's ride of the show.
the drive i roll with is at a moderate slow.
that's why when i speak, it's a monotonous tone.
and the clock tick-tocks when my pockets is small,
but time don't exist, so the tick-tocking is gone.

whatever that means.

get at me at riptell@gmail.com

p.s. life and good health to today and tomorrow.

cheers to everlasting life.
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2007|02:35 pm]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
begin tomorrow, i am quit smoke cigarette.
will you join?

[Apr. 9th, 2008|09:13 pm]


I'm realliy enjoying these nba commercials.
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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2007|03:41 pm]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
st patricks day is only 50% of a year away.
time to celebrate.
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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2007|04:15 pm]
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Playing with My Gun [Sep. 8th, 2007|03:15 am]
Possessor Of Extraordinary Talents
A force in religion for forcing religion.
Poorest decisions starting wars never finished.
Devotion to living. Souls roaming in prison.
Composing a vision to be joking with women.
When a notion is given, the road's in division,
Prophecy fulfilled except no one has risen
to look over children who walk alone in the kingdom,
the loneliest infants penning for felonious ink prints.
From the holiest inkings to the phoniest scriptures
of the hungriest thinker always humble when thinking.
Something or nothing. Both corrupting the functions
of deals made to give something for nothing.
Nothing for love and hate is something that's budding.
Run-ins with grudges leaving cousins in crutches.
Refreshing the fuzzy screen, repressing the buzzes.
Flip switch. Cock. Pull. Silent shot on the muzzle.
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