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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 03:16:46 GMT

dear brother.

things are ok. nothing i would cry over at least. haha . the infants cd you left is bad ass. if i do say so my self . school is starting to become a circus. haha for me at least. but hey.. one more week right ? word.. i have a lucky penny bro. it feels like i look to too many things in my pockets to give me luck or strength or whatever . haha i dont know what to think of that . but it doesnt seem to matter that much. so how is it 239 area codes away. i hope all this wedding stuff isnt too hardcore. i kinda want to chill for a weekend again. haha but i cant run away to you all the time. so i should rely on myself more. i lost my straight A's .. haha dont tell mom though. its all good . writing to you makes dissappoints me maybe i shouldnt. well i guess ill get to see you for a few minutes on sunday.. hopefully . im out dude .thanks for listening ..

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 03:16:46 GMT

dear brother.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 05:50:21 GMT

Dear Andrew I've got a letter i would like to send. It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end. Should i trust this dialect? To convey the right effect?
Dear Andrew I've got some things i'd like to set in pen. I would have used a pencil but lead's just not permanent. Should i trust my printer's ink? To express the things I think?

Everything I've tried my best to think of something to contest. With inside jokes and all the folks could have much more to say.

Dear Andrew this envelope will represent my heart. I'll seal it, send it off and wish it luck with it's depart. This stamp will be every action and carry my affection. Across the air and land and sea. Should i trust the postage due? to deliver my heart to you?

Give it up I can. Flower and a hand. I hope this helps you see. Signed sincerely me.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 05:12:53 GMT

I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still
I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I'm running a losing race
Your legs aren't the only ones marked up How many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do,
Except I use paper instead of my body now; it's something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brotherdoing father figure 8's
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,
But what's with the choice of words?
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
I'm a bagabond who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happening
You've got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironiccome to thinkI probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors
I'm asking for you to stick it outand see things through
You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you

If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
if I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?
Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
I'd add them to my collection while smiling
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

You're hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speak
Tongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
No matter the length of the needle
marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
Feel the pin prick The grim reep what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine
Your thresh hold for pain is greater than mine
So I'm waiting in the lines that you give mepatiently,
While you get cut in the lines that THEY make YOU wait inin ways that they can't see
If there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes,
say it to me Don't do it with a knife under your clothes
Because the anguish of hidden skinis letting my ghosts be shown
Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
I'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
You might just aim for a day that its rainingto strike a vein to take my name in
Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?I bet
I know the dialect It's nowhere I haven't been before
With skin that's sore Battle scars that rise from our inner war
Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
proving the pain and hurt is relative

All this pain and hurt is relative

Monday, January 24, 2005

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 05:00:34 GMT

bitches leave some comments. haha. NOW DAMN IT!!

peacelovefatonatree.

kris

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Sun, 09 Jan 2005 21:38:53 GMT

hey everyone. i'm blogging for my fat boy.yesterday was my birthday. so we partied most of the night. uhhh. i don't know if everyone had fun because everyone was split into different groups. DAMN & the CHARGERS LOST!! it sucked so bad. me, andrew, & the guys watched the game. dude i was like so hyped up. lol. but we still lost. now we're not in the effin* playoffs.it bugs me so bad. ahah. anyways. enough of football.you know i'd have to say on a scale of one to ten my birthday is just a bajillion. only because the chargers lost!! THE BEST TEAM IN THE WHOLE WORLD NUCKKA!! damn it. well i have to blod the rest later. because i'm going out. bleh.. school tomorrow.

-kris.

postscript: i love you buh butt.<3

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Sun, 26 Dec 2004 05:38:19 GMT

merry christmas

Monday, December 20, 2004

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 04:10:58 GMT

once upon a time there was a butt butt who loved another butt butt. the girly butt butt didn't know how to show the boy butt butt how much she loved him. so she went to her secret lab and came up with a genius plan.

To find out what the plan was... come to alison's party tomorrow. you'll find out what it is. and if you don't you will have relationship problems for 5 minutes. (;

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 21:49:45 GMT

happy thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 05:46:52 GMT

so close no matter how far.
couldnt be much more from the heart.
forever trust in who you are.
and nothing else matters.
trust i seek and i find in you.
everyday full of something new.
an open mind for a different view.
and nothing else matters.
so close no matter how far.
couldnt be much more from the heart.
forever trust in who you are.
and nothing else matters.