Jamie

I AM THE KILLER!!!!!!!

2003-04-07T16:54:16Z

If i was a serial killer i would be Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper, by far the most notorious killer of all time. What would drive a man to kill 5 prostitutes, surgically mutilate the bodies, then stop, to never be heard from again? Most of the murders were pretty much the same, the victim had her throat cut and her abdomen exposed, the intestines were placed over her right shoulder and sometimes a kidney or even the heart had been removed.

Jack the RIpper's murders are still unsolved.

Kill count: 5

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Hey! can't write much right now, But I shall return later

must... not.. crap... pants... DAMMIT!!!

2003-03-24T18:21:54Z

The reason why I haven't written,
is clearly plain to see,
I've haven't figured out just yet
what's going on in me

I dunno, I've been fucked up lately and my outing with Meriko was the most fun I've had in a while. So it's official, the wild, crazy luci that you've all grown to love is on a mental hiatus. hopefully he'll get back to yall soon, but unitl then I'm afraid you'll all have to settle for this mundane attempt to keep going and going and going, with out nowing where I'm stopping, stopping, stopping.

so settle in for a long ride, however short it may be, but leave a message at the beep, you know it'll get to me.

WOOO WHOOO!

2003-03-07T17:50:41Z

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GUESS WHAT I FOUND OUT!!!

2003-02-27T18:05:07Z

HERE IS MY DEEP DARK SECRET!

YOU BEAT OLD LADIES FOR PILLS!!!

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But where do all the pills go?
Hmmmm. Maybe I'll find out... one day

??? Don't ask me ???

2003-02-26T02:17:50Z

Feel the wind blow through your hair,
Stop and think, "was I really there?"
so take a breath and try to be
do you believe in desteny?
see the world through all it's shit
why try to be a part of it.
Set the blaze afire, see
Methane burns so easily
and as the world begins to burn
feel your stomach start to churn
that's the price of freedom see?
But do it yourself, don't take it from me.

Love is not what I got, all I got is a stalker, and estranged best friend, and a pot to piss in (figritively)

getting tired of this shit
why do I put up with it?
"light" a cross
say his name in vein,
just fuck it all,
it's all the same

Another thing that bothers me is how just because your a nice guy for the most part (or in my case passive aggressive), People think they have the right to try and fuck you over, well fuck that and fuck them.

Feel like I'm falling,
Closer to the ground,
a little bit just past half way,
I stop and turn around

Nothing's relevant,not even gravity anymore, so why not take a walk on the sky and say hello to all those beautiful birds, hell, teach them a new tune while your up there, there's only so much one person can take.

Past the point of breaking
racking up my brain
as the player starts to break
you start to go insane,
Balls are dropping
pills for poping
make the chem's begin to flow
the world is as an oyster
but who the fuck would know

Stupid fuck Left sided, right wing "I want to be so political because it's the only way to rebel against mommy and daddy" fuckers, what ever happend to free form, or free thought.
Screw the poppies, where have all the philosifers gone?

The only true knowledge is knowing you know nothing
-Socrates

That was said over 2000 years ago, but it still rings true. so fuck, here's your assignment lady's and gent's, try to think past all those pretty little possessions and be as a buddist monk, for about an hour or so just meditate and try to shut that annoying voice in your head right the fuck up. and then let the appifanies flow

sorry for making this so long, I doubt anybody will EVER be bored enough to read this whole thing... but thanks anyway

Sadistically your
Lucy Meander

!Vive Le Hunter S. Thompson!

2003-02-25T18:27:59Z

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicoloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... And also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls... but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There's nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge...

Now this is how I want to live, think about it, you and your buddy(ies) going for a road trip to Las Vegas with a trunk full of drugs! now how can anybody lose? for the individual as myself it's all the drugs all the way, but it also meets the needs of the "Pain Junkies," the "Raving Alcoholics," and yes even the goody goody tourist's that only came along because they know your cousin bob or aunt ruth or something like that.
ANYWAYS, getting back to the topic at hand, Vegas and alot of Drugs, think of the opprtunities and life experiences you'd have!

so now that that rant is done, I bid you all a farewell, and a good-day!

MY SHITTY POEMS!!!!!!

2003-02-22T20:17:05Z

I Love shitty poetry, so here's my attempt!

Soft images dancing
With a bright,
Vibrant,
Pulsating glow.
Something is new,
Dancing,
Spinning and twirling.
Speakers churning
To the rhythm of motion
To the left, laughter
To the right, amazing sounds
Voices speaking irrefutably to each other
Steady beats to
Sway,
Dance…
And yes, sing to
Pounding
Pounding
Bass pushes past
In a wave of
False sent feelings
Warmth surrounds
Sent both by
Body heat and cold stares
Light-headedness prevails
Sways of rhythm
Shakes of refreshment
Then the smell of
Incense
Wild rain
Sex on the beach
And
Lavender
Fumes dancing and delivering their own
Sweet
Kisses
Touching the nose then the
Lips
A whole New World of sensation
Flavors moshing to the tune
Dancing past the tongue, to the teeth, then the
Head
Washing over like a thousand waves
Quicken the
Heart
Move the
Body
Touch the
Soul
To finally
Become
The Music

(I can Feel the blackness of my mortal soul getting even blacker with this one)

Have you ever watched your best friend die?
Seen their throat cut and not been able to help them?
I have.
It changes you, makes you different on the inside.
It takes years t change back and even then
You’re still not the same
You have a place,
Deep inside,
That’s always trying to break free.
Years of practice keep the beast dormant,
But at any time it’s free to break loose
Free to run rampant
Using your body,
Corrupting your soul.
You can feel the beast at all times
You start praying for it to stay dormant
Begging for it to sleep.

My beast has been awakened
I hear it telling my the most horribly beautiful things
Acts of destruction and death
Acts that sound overwhelmingly beautiful
The joy of letting all the pain and torture of a lifetime go free
In one beautiful moment of terror,
Of death
The beast makes the thought of being a one man genocide sound appealing
And it’s only been awakened for a few short hours.
The longer it is present, the more convincing it becomes
Let the blood flow forth
Choose the tool that best suits your trade,
The trade of blood,
Of maiming,
Of the end

Your body becomes the beast’s tool
Your weapons merely extensions of its will
You see, hear and smell everything as you gouge, rip and sever the flesh
It taste’s sweet as it touches your lips
Their screams become the most beautiful music
And you can help but want more
The first few acts are merely a “warm up” you see
The beast’s way of testing your conviction
And then comes the final act
You feel the urge to destroy many
Where as the first were “isolated” incidents
You keep seeing, hearing, and smelling the death of a room full of people
Maybe it will happen on a crowded street,
Maybe at your place of work
But it will happen
Screams will come from all directions
A sensory overload of beauty
Of death
You want to paint the walls with the blood of all those who have crossed you
You want to decorate the furniture with severed limbs
You want to have it all
Then the beast gives an odd command
And without questioning you obediently obey
“Take the eyes
They’ve seen everything, you know what you must do.
Take them
Put them somewhere they’ll never be found”

As you swallow the eyes of all those who have fallen you hear it say
“Yes! You have understood,
Now complete the act
This is the final scene in your play of destruction
Finish it!
Finish it now!”
Without thinking you lift your tool
Place it to your throat
And end it all with one instinctive motion
You have finally fallen to the beast’s last wish
But this does not end its reign or terror
Fore in every newborn child it has a chance to take hold
And live its wishes
Patience is the beasts’ game
It has been around since the dawn of man
And no living being can beat the beast at its own game
Cain was the first to fall
And you will not be the last