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Name: Josh
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Gender: Male
Interests: Sharp pointy objects, small woodland creatures, music, scaring innocent people, setting things on fire (like woodland creature zombies), mocking the weather, scaring guilty people, and other random things.
Expertise: I am a pirate, pure and simple. But I have ninja skillz. A deadly combination which is probably why I get paid to kill people. I am also good at climbing things, like children.
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  PunkPirate186
Member Since:
11/22/2004
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| ♠ "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you
That I put you in harms way
That I so unwilingly neglect you
And lost you to the fray
That I left you so ungaurded
And caused you so much pain
Back from where we started
I wish we could regain
I hope you can forgive me
And see I meant you well
I pray that I can set you free
And draw you from your shell
A better life we must now find
This existence can't go on
You must try not to look behind
At the pain you've felt so long
Please forgive the past regrets
That I know put you through hell
And forget all of the secrets
That I promised not to tell
I know that it may never be
But we need a brand new start
So please try to forgive me
My dearly broken heart." ♠ | | |
| ♠ "Walk up the stairs.
Take a left, and you're there.
Open the door, and look inside.
Step in, and leave it wide.
There is no reason to close it, for no one will follow.
This is a place, of long forgotten sorrow.
Take a look around, there's not much to see.
Just a few faded memories, and a snowy t.v.
The cracks in the walls, where light should be.
Lets in the darkness, like an overwhelming sea.
In the dim light, something catches your eye.
There it is again, way off to the side.
There's something huddled, in the corner, far away.
Something tells you not to look, but you do anyway.
There sits a man, with his back to the room.
Naked and cold, surrounded by gloom.
From his back, the skeletal frame, of an eagles span.
And a few black feathers, still clutched in his hand.
Frozen and pale, and long since forgotten.
You wonder. 'Who is this man, that no one has sought him?'.
He doesn't move, but whispers three words in the night.
What were these words? Simply, 'I'm doing alright'.
At the sound of his voice, you suddenly see.
The man in the corner, is actually, me." ♠ | | |
| ♠ "Whisper in the yard, and turn the trees all into toys.
Lay there on the ground, and turn the dirt into your joy.
From what I see, and what I know, it's all been boring lately.
So I suggest we trade a question mark, in for a maybe.
Time your riddles right, and make a point that has no sense.
Make sure that you're smiling, and the money's been well spent.
Innocence, and ignorance, it all goes hand in hand.
I'm not sure that I'm right, but I hope you'll understand.
I hope that you're still searching, for the start that has no end.
And all the plastic people, have now become your friends.
Before you start to drift, and your soul begins to scream.
I just wanted to tell you, that you're listening to a dream." ~Shinedown ♠ | | |
| ♠ I buried my dog last night. Well actually it was One in the morning. I received a call at work that she was not doing well. I left work and came home around 9:30, and she was not doing well at all. I called in an emergency at the vets and left to take her there. But she died on the way.
I've had her ever since I moved to TN. She was the only thing good in my life that was a direct result of moving here. I hated leaving FL. I hated moving here. There is nothing about this culture that appeals to me. But she made it bearable because I could not have had her had I not moved here. My mother kept me alive, my dog kept me sane. But now she's gone, and that chapter of my life is closed. So now I ask myself, "what's next?" "What do I hold onto now?" ♠ | | |
| ♠ my toe is better now.....yay. ♠
Daily quote:
"I'm scared like I can't tell you. Of all people, you're standing right over there, by that counter. You're in both dreams and you're scared. I get even more frightened when I see how afraid you are and then I realize what it is. There's a man... in back of this place. He's the one who's doing it. I can see him through the wall. I can see his face. I hope that I never see that face, ever, outside of a dream." ~Mulholland Dr.~ | | |
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