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| this war |
[25 Jul 2006|01:12am] |
I met livejournal through a personality i created to roam the internet named rhinohed. rhinohed was mysterious and sweet. he was funny and inteligent. rhinohed knew how to talk to people and get reactions from them.
rhinohed did not exist.
but the internet turned around on rhinohed. the internet became his reality and i started to see rhinohed's mark all over places ouside the web. i've spent the last year and a half as the manifestation of rhinohed's imagination, living a life he set up for me. i became hungry for life, clawing at the skin of what was made for me. i changed. i twisted myself up in love for life, in life and it was almost perfect. an anjel was born and interrupted my darkness, and clouded my worries with life. love of life. an intoxication of equal passing.
the internet no longer existed, rhinohed was now named brady, and brady loved life.
a year and a half.
like a moment.
a moment meant to change my path..
confusion, joy, anger, laughter and tears..
changes for the best.. changes for the worse.
a year and a half of personal neglect for the nutrion of life. the anjel in arms, demons in pathways and in the end...
a path unexpected..
and memories full of signs.
a future hidden in time,
but i have what i learn;
everything that's given,
everything i earn..
and everything i've written
in rhinohed should burn.
i met livejournal through rhinohed. livejournal adopted him and put him on a path.
but today i had to kill him,
because i can do the math.
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| a hill and the stars |
[04 May 2006|10:43pm] |
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such an interesting few weeks. i have such wonderful news to spill to livejournal and this post is dedicated to only that. as most of you know i have been living with anjelica for a little over a year now and our relationship has grown so strong in the time we have spent together. aside from our unoften tiffs, i have found love in the most beautiful girl. a couple of weeks ago i decided that it was time to attempt as hard as i could to show anjel just how much i love her, even though i know it will never be explained. at patterson park on a chilly night, under the pagota we first hung out i asked her to take a leap with me into a life together in marriage. nothing could ever make me more happy then the second she looked at me and said yes. i have been smiling like a retard since, every time i look at her my eyes catch a small shimmery flash from the ring on her finger and everything feels perfect. i know we will live a wonderful life together, i know we will grow so perfectly together. she is my world.
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| weeks ending |
[11 Apr 2006|08:21pm] |
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i broke down on rt 50, anjel and i hitched a ride from some old guy with baked beans to salisbury.. or at least part of the way to salisbury, we had coffee and a sandwich at dunkin doughnuts. my grandmother told us we could be as loud as we want because she cannot hear very well from the other side of the house, before cooking us a breakfast we only half-ate. tools are expensive but neccasary. the ocean speaks strangley when it's cold, it's a bit more entire without the disturbance of human kids splashing in its waves, we found peace within the freezing in eachothers arms before it's infinity. when film strips rip they first slow down and go blurry. endings never suprize me when they don't exist. they could not hear us because we did it quietly. i took the wrong exit on the way home and we saw the tip of DC, then a brother took the wrong dose and i saw the tip of a mountain, and within it built a hospital where i could not help but cry because his legs have gotten so long, and everywhere they step becomes the wrong way to everyone next to him. they use drugs to win over the parents. they use drugs to cover the trackmarks.
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[01 Apr 2006|06:13pm] |
a few years ago a few people added this journal to their friends list since i had asked them to do so from my other journal. and i never really got around to using it very much. most of the time i feel i cant talk about a lot of things on my other journal because it holds a certain amount of meaning to me that can't really get mixed up with "what i want to write about".
i havnt been painting much.. i feel a bit burned out from the entire thing. if i have enough energy to make visual art i end up pulling out a sketchbook and doodling something that will eventually be closed and never looked at again. i started a painting a few months ago but the second i added color i fucked up the entire thing and i cant even force myself to look at it sitting in the corner. i still write, not as i would like to but it does qualify as the act of writing. they typically start off as a rhythum in my head and a bunch of rhyming words but once i'm finished i analyze the fuck out of it like i do anything else and i find some sort of meaning and truth behind it. i guess we have the ability to make truth out of any jibberish marked on a tablet. the relationship anjel and i have formed continues to grow and i find myself more and more in love with everything that she is every day that i am able to be close to her. i spent a good amount of time in my life searching blindly for someone i could even spend a week with, and finally right here beside me is the woman i can't stand to be without for the rest of time. we sometimes have our miscommunications but we both know that deep within our hearts we are one and nothing between us is ever bad. we have this awesome home in a pretty nice neighborhood, we both have good jobs and can actually afford to do things. we got memberships to the Y this morning and are planning to take care of our bodys, which is good.. i don't take much care of myself physically.
i got a promotion.
i deal with national accounts for tire kingdom.
mainly Carmax. i'm in charge of keeping tire kingdom the main tire distribor for a carmax location. it gets tough sometimes because sears is close by and they have good prices, but they can't beat ours. i work along side this kid mike, whos been doing it for a while and sucks. it's not bad work, just frustraiting at times.
well thats enough rambling for now. maybe i'll talk about something interesting next time.
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| Six |
[15 Apr 2005|04:06pm] |
Coming soon.
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| Invited |
[14 Mar 2005|03:30am] |
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| rhinohed, the movie |
[28 Oct 2004|04:56pm] |
December 2005
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| The Three Nymphs |
[26 Oct 2004|07:17am] |
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| rhinohed the movie |
[22 Oct 2004|05:04pm] |
comming in december
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| ii: The Salvation |
[17 Oct 2004|04:58pm] |
Prayers
sorry i left you here where i seem so far away i -- hurried screaming out that door and lead so far today--
i.. counting fingers of the drops we let split, tangled to stay and up under it.
i see so far away i -- need too hard, too much too say.
i'm sorry i left you near, so sorry that u prey.
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| the ocean; Dylan |
[16 Oct 2004|01:02pm] |
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Queens of the Stone Age - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret |
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a portrait of my brother. photo by himself
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| October Storms |
[16 Oct 2004|11:22am] |
was bored today on my day off.. click for larger
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| Daydreampt the String |
[10 Oct 2004|01:00pm] |
Originally: ( Morning pt. 2 )
The Pisces-Perseus Supercluster
ser jusst a few of it be blue a bit and lit up like lies in yr mindan, we linan a sit with two-toned fit to stick in~a word herean therean wheran top a rules for a, the followed fools make lien in yr mindan, we fine and already fill in mind he, took our kind he, wont find us it.
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| Morning pt. 2 |
[26 Sep 2004|06:12am] |
photoshop
Finding Choices
up and loud you look, so soon to this your mind had took too loud an(up and round an). without a sound an ..
~how you think this gonna change inyr life-ah? get ready to fight-ferya night ya das right, kid.
start screaman to roundup - and we do some sounds.
start yellin to findup - and we loose some rounds.
up and down us and found was around us - you can't fathom.
fuck up and fake it,
maybe you'll make it.
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| Damage Machine |
[23 Sep 2004|10:51pm] |
original photo by: Afinity
i'm ( 2_ )d</b>
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