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(1 comment|shake the hand of death) [19 May 2005|01:12pm] [ mood | crazy ] [ music | back in black ] DOES ANY1 READ THIS ANYMORE???? I'm going to try to resurrect this shit even though no 1 probably reads it anymore anyway so what's the point anyway anymore? Well I'm bored so there. Put that in your pipe and toke up, you drugface. Everythin is like the same. I just do nothing all day and then I put some bricks thru some windows and draw twisted things like zombies dressed in maternity wear, crying in front of the graves from which they rose. I am one deep motherfucker and I just cna't help it I guess because that's how I was born and that is the curse that I have. Noone understands. It's like whenever I talk to people I am talking to a void or a great gaping hole or a cavern or a cave or a wall or a snail or a big non-english speaking frigid stoic-ass polar bear. I threw my cellphone down a well the other day because it was liek gathering dust from no one calling me...stupid piece of invention!!! my mom will probably have a hissy fit though and go on another sabbatical and try to take away my sepultura cd again. dammit. i will hvae to hide that with the others. ok that's all for now, I am going to go shred on my guitar which i got for xmas last year which is like the cheapest model my parents could find which is like what every ugly pizza-face teenage boy probably gest when he is going through his i-want-to-rock-out phase which is lame except for only i am past that phase.

(shake the hand of death) Bunny [18 Apr 2004|11:21pm] [ mood | whatever. ] [ music | sabbath ] i got a bunny. not a real one, you whackjob. if i got a real one it would just find some way to run away and then i would be sad as fuck.

(8 comments|shake the hand of death) [05 Dec 2003|09:27am] [ mood | losing it ] [ music | slipknot ] Ugh. Why the fuck am I still awake. I have been up since like fucking 6 am of two days ago. Whatever, I dunno. All I know is I've been awake for a really long fucking time ok? yeah. I can't sleep worth shit. I lay there with my eyes open sunken into the depths of the sockets of my skull and just ponder shit. I'm a fucking insomniac. I need a break. From the shit life throws at me like pellets of hell. I don't evne care anymore. I hate everything. I hate you and you and you and you and oh yes let's not forget you. I am going to go. Maybe I can find a place to rest my corrupt mind and fall asleep and dream about cool shit instead of, like, guillotines and shit.

(3 comments|shake the hand of death) david's motherfucking holiday special [24 Nov 2003|11:14pm] [ mood | anti-stuff ] [ music | 3 days grace - i hate everything about you ] Rah rah rah. It's almost Thanksgiving, who gives a shit. Another excuse for americans to develop obesity and watch too much tv. Don't buy me a fucking turkey, even though you never would, because you wouldn't waste even a dime on me, because I don't even like turkey, because it makes me fall asleep and makes my mouth dry out like a motherfucking sahara, so just don't buy me one okay?? Man, fuck turkey. Fuck tofurkey too. Damn yuppie shit. Get some meat on your bones you pussies. I don't want to leave my room ever except on xmas morning. My parents better buy me hella shit or i'm going to go insane. i am sick of everything and everyone and i have a lot of bones to pick...literally and mentally...figuratively...god, whatev. I don't car.e anymore. grammar is so stupid. puddle of mudd better get their asses back on the peoples choice countdown. everything sucks hardcore except the cold weather and um this song. yeah bye./ ~david out

(1 comment|shake the hand of death) this song is my life [03 Nov 2003|08:10pm] [ mood | fuck. ] [ music | sabbath - crazy train ] you probably all thought i went and died, right? wrong again. i'm fucking immortal, let's face it. involuntarily immortal. i think that will be my new response when people ask "hey david, how are you?" involuntarily immortal...and how about yourself? fuck my sense of humor, i am so twisted. i am such a menacing motherfucker. fuck. anyways it's winter now i guess, or autumn or some shit, it's cold as shit out and i never want to do anything except listen to ozzy and think about scary shit, like what if you were obsessed with taxidermy. that would be some fucked up shit. man. anyways yeah. halloween sucked, i just beat up some kids and took their crunch bars and ate that shit while i walked back home in the dark by myself cold shivering shaking tired sore and fucked up in genereal u know? i hate the holidays, everyone smiles and eats too much except for the sad bastards like myself that have nothing except families who think they are a freak on a leash. bah fucking humbug, someone get me the barbie dreamhouse for xmas so that i can paint it black and break it in front of some little spoiled bratty kid who didn't get the deluxe lincoln log set like they asked for.

(shake the hand of death) [05 Oct 2003|02:21am] [ mood | DIE ] [ music | SEVENDUST ] Uggggh. Today sucked. I just want to destroy the world and everybody. I want to take every object I own and contort it into a sharp weapon with which to use as a knife, because it would be sharp, and I'll be like fuck this shit and start hacking away at myself again. Fuck..fuck I say. I tried to get some bonfire shit going down but those fuckers never showed up. UGH. I'm going to go huff some glue, because I can't afford anything else, because my mom won't get me a job, because the world sucks, because life is the mouth of Satan extended in a full deep yawn 24/7 for my entire life forever and eternally. MAN FUCK THIS SHIT!!!! *Clutches knife and smiles*

(7 comments|shake the hand of death) [22 Sep 2003|09:41pm] [ mood | fuuuuuuck ] [ music | my dumbass dad gargling his Scope ] Mmm i just gouged my arm out like hella bad-ish. Blood is red, blood tastes like metal, metal is my lifeblood music, see how well that works out? Ahhhhh. Anyway I bet you thought you got rid of me jus like everyone else, but no such luck! Hah! Ugh. UGGGGGGGH. Everything is falling apart, it's just the same as it ever was. Yep. Someone who will remain nameless just abandoned me. Dumbass. Fuck. Why do I always get shit dealt on me like a hand of blackjack but i never get to deal it on anyone else because i just suck so fucking hard as a human being amid all of these robotic twerps who listen to Hall & Oats and eat applejacks with fritters and milkshakes and sew their own pants and blankets and play in bomb shelters left over from world war 2 and donate their long hair to cancer patients so that wigs can be made and 666, fuck this shit. ~david the fuck out

(shake the hand of death) [11 Sep 2003|10:08pm] [ mood | whatever ] [ music | Cold- Cure My Tragedy ] Uh today I jus kinda wandered around. My mom was bitching about sum shit like I should get some fresh air. Fresh air my ass, there is nothing fresh EVER, except the fresh prince of bel air. heh. wow david makes a joke, that's a first...well besides my entire life being a joke. Yeah. thas another story for some other dumb day. i don't feel like writing but what the fuck else is there to do except bleed and yell and break shit???? I mean come on people. FUCK!!!! I just dropped my coca cola on my keyboard. Just another broken piece of shit I guess. GRRRREAT. Fuck what else, um nothing's goin on, no one will talk to me and there are no good concerst really comin up there's a bug on my screen but thas kinda hardcore. oh yeah she never calls anymore, she got a restraining order or some shit on me so i wont write about that bitch anymore. what a bitch!!! fuck that bitch!!!! not literally tho, UGH. FUCK THAT SHIT. i'm too hardcore to care about that. anyways i have peeple to punch and shit to break. ~david out

(shake the hand of death) wheresa thea meeat [04 Sep 2003|11:10pm] [ mood | drunk ] [ music | coalda-o teh aend is hearee ] Teoaday wasd ok. I weas areally drunk earalyer. but now ami liess drunk. I geuss the screen doesn'at like amy tipying. I'm aso depressse d I siwsh that there wera more ladies hsere. she neav eers calls me. i hate/loves her. i swiseh that i werawet less drunk now. fuck this shit. ~advid out once moreas. i am no t the aone you all athink i eam. you all thinkga im some soemt to of fakeassholewho onlythinks of himself. but i fwsihh i whad more friends.theydont evrer callleither. i hate/lonve themm. a;ldsjfaaaaa woei. well wellwelllwellwellewellwellwellwellewllwellwelwell. liwveiin fewar. fuckerse out. fuckersera out3w4e. Im' sucha n aswhole, thehowle world si an asehoel. make me bleeeed. i'm so aherdcore. eveen when ai'm durnk. noonecan ateake that from me.

(shake the hand of death) Here's one for the home team [31 Aug 2003|10:58pm] [ mood | depressed, morbid, suicidal ] [ music | Cold - Gone Away ] Christ. i'm so broken. It has been so long since I felt the desire to move or even budge. suffocation, no breathing, this is my last motherfucking resort! a stupid livejournal! aaaahhhhh sweet agony. it appears that no one cares about me, even my own parents. my mom is always like There there, David, and I'm liek Mom I was just an accident, a mistake, don't give me any more of your Hallmark bullshit. :: Sigh :: Who needs a drink!! I bet youre like Hm what's on David's agenda tonight? I'll tell you motherfuckers what. First I'm going to take my dad's sword off the wall and put that piece of shit to the test on some shit in the backyard. Then I'm going to polish my knife...bloodstains are caking on it like motherfucking cake batter on a hot stove. Ahhh cake, I remember when people celebrated my birthday. Now they're just waiting for my death day. Arrrgh!!!! Fuck all of this shit, things need to be smashed by the hands of David. That's me, motherfuckers. I didn't even get to see Cold today. Fuck. ~david out

(shake the hand of death) Bah! [31 Aug 2003|01:59am] [ mood | crappy ] [ music | Disturbed- Bloodbath Bloodstain (unreleased rarity) ] Today was the same as yesterday. Except, I didn't go to bumbershoot, so I guess it was sort of different today. Whatever though. I sat around the house, while my mom bitched at me. Something about a job, or going back to school or some shit, i was like fuck that shit. I hella need a job, but fuck, no one will hire me. I think I intimidate them. I must be way to angry looking, or hardcore, I don't know, that's how people describe me. I don't even know how to describe my self, much less read a job description, because its like, i can't see myself being described as the job that i'm reading, you know? I guess I just don't know how to describe myself. I think I need to do that before I can get a job. Too bad I don't know how to make tattoos or there aren't many jobs that involve breaking shit. You know? dammit. whatev. Its just one more opportunity fo the world to look down me, just like everyone else that i've ever met in my whole life, in this fucking bullshit world. Fuck this shit. Oh and my mom bought some fucking tapioca pudding today and the shit spilled all over me. I pretended it was just blood. ~david out

(4 comments|shake the hand of death) sinister intent [30 Aug 2003|12:35am] [ mood | depressed ] [ music | Staind- been a while ] Yeah, I went to Bumbershoot today. I felt much better.... physically that is. But fuck, that shit sucked today. What the hell is all this pussy shit about? I gave "Quasi" a chance, they sucked, not hardcore enough. And once the legs, or the shins, or whatever stharted playing, I was out of there. Fuck that shit, the pussy shit. fuck it. I saw some of those ballard kids there too, nobody said hey or anything, i guess they didn't notice me. whatever, I don't care. I also saw my friend Scott from Garfield, he was really drunk. I asked if he had any more, then he went to go get me some liquor, from his car or something, but i guess he couldn't find me after that, even though i stayed right where i was. Oh well. I don't fucking care. I still had my knife. I just can't wait to see COLD!!!! I looked for her there too. i thought i saw hwer. But it turned out to be a guy, that was wierd... anyways, i've had enough of this shit. I'm going to sit on my roof and spit on whoever passes by. But no one really ever passes by my back yard i guess, aaaaah, i'm so stupid sometimes, why am I even writing half of this. ~david out

(7 comments|shake the hand of death) Down with the sickness [28 Aug 2003|03:44pm] [ mood | numb ] [ music | Bile - Prime Time Loser ] fuck. I think I’m down with some shit. My mom keeps trying to check my temperature but I’m liek fuck that shit, get it out of my face and leave me alone. If I get too sick she is gunna be like, David you can’t go see Cold and Evanescence at bumbershoot on sunday and I’m going to be like fuck you, you dont control me. Go listen to the beach boys and drink your soy milk. *Clears throat and chucks aspirin in the trash* medicine is so gay. rite now that only thing i am looking forword to is the new bile album, it comes out on september 23 and they're calling it Frankenhole. that's pretty tight if u ask me. last nite was just one of those days. i thought maybe she would call me, liek maybe shes just playing hard 2 get, so i sat around reading my anarchists’ cookbook and listening to seether. seether spoke to me. i found myself pondering my own existance and why iam such a hollow soul in this sick cold society. why is everyone is against me, what did i do to deserve this empty life? well fuck that, i thought to myslef. i mean just fuck it. i’m a survivor. i was born a survivor and i will die a survivor, and yea...it’s hard to be afraid of losing when your like me and you’ve already lost everything. :: sigh :: sumtimes i wish i wasn’t so honest because i know you all just read these deep thoughts and laugh like life’s a joke and i’m the punchline. god dammit. i'm going to break something, shit. ~david out

(shake the hand of death) fuck subjects. [26 Aug 2003|11:39pm] [ mood | pissed off ] [ music | Slayer!!! ] damnit. fuck all of this shit. Fucking, i'm just sitting there, and this asshole walks up to me, at the bud stope, and he asks me "do you know where the bus goes?" I just looked up at him while listening to Cradle of Filth, and i'm like "fuck you." just like I would be to any asshole. So, the asshole, punches me in the face. The rest of it I don't want to talk about. I"m not proud of what happened. But whatever, ints not like you people give a shit anyways. Anyways, today I got a new ring *smiles maliciously* its so dope, it says "HATE" on it, just in case anyone has any misconceptions as to what sort of emotion i'm usually feeling. She didn't call again. God I hate her someitmes. But if only I didn't really want her so bdd. aaaahahh. the agony inside, i'm so sick of this shit, i'm going to go clutch my knife in the dark. If anyone needs me, which i'm sure nobody does, don't bother calling me, but i fyou must, you know the number, incase you want to call me, which i doubt you will, call me that is. ~David out.

(6 comments|shake the hand of death) [26 Aug 2003|02:37pm] [ mood | aggravated ] [ music | Sevendust - Denial ] Hey kids, I sold out and got a livejournal. Roll out the red fucking carpet. I know no one will read this because you're all too busy being idiots elsewhere. But whatev, in more important news I think I saw the grim reaper again before I went to bed last night, this time he was over by my Godsmack poster. I guess any normal dude would be pretty shaken by that but for me it's just an element of my life, another example of God taking a stab at me and trying to deepen my misery. So yea...I didn't get any fucking sleep last night because my mom started cleaning at like 1 pm today...washing the dishes and the stupid clinking sounds woke me up. People can be such wenches. Let a guy sleep. Sleep is the only thing that soothes me anymore. I would sleep my entire life away if my dad didn't make me get up to walk the dog and take out the trash. Grr. *Thinks to self, should I go hide under a rock, or should I go sleep in the alley near Hot Topic...* :: Sigh :: I hate this game. It never ends. I'm going to go put some more safety pins on my trenchcoat. I'll probably write more later because all of my friends have betrayed me and left me to occupy my time with shit like writing in a livejournal and sleeping. Thanks guys. ~david out

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