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Mon, Nov. 14th, 2005, 03:14 pm
by the way...

23 more days until my birthday.

Mon, Nov. 14th, 2005, 03:10 pm
what a weak..end.....

well i spent all last weekend gathering applications, and helping nate tear apart really really fucking rich peoples docks and boat hoists for winter. that shit sucked. wadding chest deep in freezing water trying to move things ten times my size. eff that. seriously.

are there any good shows coming up? i need something. all work no play make jon..something....something.

resposibility sucks...

Mon, Nov. 7th, 2005, 11:56 pm
WOO BITCHES!

woo bitches, im gettin a new(er) car TOMORROW!!!! finally, no more walkin miles just to get a freekin pack of cigarettes and a cup of coffee, finally. i will be mobile again.

Fri, Nov. 4th, 2005, 01:23 pm
update....

well, as of next week i will have a car. and with a car comes a job and eventually a cell phone. hopefully things will pick up around here.
33 days till my birthday. woo hoo. goin down to the pub. ill be there all night. so if you wanna party down with me, thats where ill be. more details to come. peace out bitches.

Mon, Oct. 31st, 2005, 07:07 pm
happy fuckin halloween bitches

yep. bored out of my mind. this halloween fuckin sucks. im at home, definatly not trick or treating, definatly not at a halloween party. hope everyones halloweens better than mine.

Mon, Oct. 10th, 2005, 11:57 pm
i have a plan, who's down

starting a punk/oi/ska band. in need of speed, energy and lots of attitude. already got a name in mind and about thirty songs worth of lyrics. members wanted. need to want to be one of the most HATED bands in the southern michigan area. aparently ive already got bonus points on that. talent appreciated but not required. energy is a must! lemme know if you're down. practice at least twice aweek. lots of shows to be played kids. ive got the hook up on booking, merch, promoting and recording.

in need of;
guitarist
bassist
drummer
additional vocals

and possibly;
keyboards
all kinds of horns like
trombones
saxs
trumpets etc.

contact me here on livejournal, or on myspace or via e-mail: destroyedthescene@yahoo.com
peace for now.
-johnnyfourfingers

Thu, Sep. 29th, 2005, 02:18 am
ah crap

well it happened again. sean's car broke down. we were stuck at the big apple for like four hours until caitlyn came and saved us. man, that sucks sooooo bad. he's had the worst luck with that stuff lately. but hey, i downloaded some awesome songs today by the vandals, guttermouth and atom and his package. it's pritty freakin sweet. i almost have enough songs for a good christmas cd this year. so, that's sweet. i havent made a good christmas album in a while. but i guess ill write more layter. peace kiddies.

Wed, Sep. 28th, 2005, 03:49 pm
bored...

so i was told last night that not only does my arch nemesis get a twitch in his eye everytime he hears my name, apparently he hated me enough to make an anti me website or some crap like that, but i bet it's just some half assed myspace page. i went looking for it today out of curiosity, but to no avail.

so i guess the moral of the story is, before you go out and steal two (yes two) girls from someone (consecutivly or otherwise). just remember, they might make a crappy myspace page and talk alot of shit about you. but dont worry, they wont say a word when they look you right in the eye at one of their shows in there clubs surrounded by there friends.

layta kids.

Wed, Sep. 28th, 2005, 11:16 am
pieces of the puzzle- excerpts from 'mind of a killer' short story part1

mind of a killer- into madness

i can still smell the burning cedar and the fume of sulfur, it's a taste that clings in the air, never fades, hanging on your clothes and hair.

desperate cries of pain, sorrow, anguish. the fire can't drown out those lost souls. the first time you see it, you'll never forget it, you can't just let go and walk away. it kind of makes you sick in a way. i still cant help but feel a little nauseas at the thought, and sometimes i can still taste the sulfer and smoke, choking on it.
but it had to be done. funny, how much like a wounded dog these things are. gnawing at it's trapped leg as i approached, gun in hand. it only took one bullet to splater it's face across the courtyard.

i fucking hate doing this shit in churches. i know im only doing what's right, but it feels so wrong. hopefully the locals here will take it better then the last town, im sure local authorities will write it off as an 'unsolved mystery'...i hope.

the last thing i need is another superstitious marshall and his posse of drunken avengers tailing me half way across the desert.

"how the hell am i supposed to explain this one?! and still no leads!"

* * * * *

"it came like black death, consuming and destroying...spreading. taking the essences and minds of all it's victims, and their mammed souless corpses began to walk the earth, feeding on those they once loved."

who the hell writes these movies anyways? well, the newest batch of victims are in.

this one's missing his lower jaw. she's missing her tounge and eyes. go figure, he burnt down the houses too. the only thing they've found so far is a page of a dairy or a journal of sorts. it's almost like he's taunting the police.

'ah sweet Mary, she was so patiant with me during those troublesome years. i should have never let her in. her screams still haunt me. like those of so many loved ones ive had to put down. the beast cosumes. haunting my every waking hour. the sight of her gnawshing and flailing like a rabid dog, it was too much to bear. her once beautiful eyes, empty hallowed sockets. peering, full of nighing. a sickness grew, as i said my goodbyes and goodnight. the trigger squeezed easy, silencing her painfilled cries forever. the fragments of her skull painted the wall so eligantly, falling like stars smeared across a late evening sky...'

oh great, he's a poet too. how nice.

Tue, Sep. 27th, 2005, 11:31 am
the lowdown

well we finally got the much needed band practice out of the way and we've got another three hour session today. much kick ass. much. plans for this week.

today-practice till 4, go home, maybe get some coffee layter
wendsday- job hunting. all day
thursday- practice maybe, if not. mucho job huntingness
friday- hangin out with rachel
saturday- goin to see angela hopefully, more than likely
sunday- pending on sean's car situation, we might head out to trixies for open mic night

i love this song....so much...so much. makes me wanna dance....

well, much love to all. if you dont see yourself on the list of things to do above, i guess youll have to wait until next week. take care.

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