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[10 May 2007|09:33pm] |
Omnivore:
Like sleeping tigers, a steady warning, of teeth. born in the fire, believing something you cant see. the blade bonds, it never cuts away, the blade bonds, it never cuts away. blood brother, hell diver. hiding the snake inside her. sundancer dancer, tell me what did you see. youve spent 3 days swinging from a lonely tree, crows feet spun copper wire. hallucination saw the star become a moon. and you broke your heart.
Space will see you in pieces:
Black Throat , red rope, blue face suspension.
I am sleep, my name is Wake. I dont know how much sunlight I can take. So weigh my body on a star, then strike my form against the earth so hard. That I end it. I have come to claim the entire planet, and Im not leaving without a crater to document it. baby baby you dont phase me. and i know how to drive you crazy. im not your local preacher. but your legs still persuade me. Like the world spreads its legs and becomes a black hole. like a fist full of dynamite leaves you with no fist at all. one day the monster will rear her ugly head, and it will be the end of us all!
The Ghost Maker:
The earth turns, its wields the ocean as a hammer. Slow motion, cinematic devistation. So make a fist around your tounge. Pull hard, but fluid. Your lungs will follow, dont stop or your teeth will catch. Open your lungs. Remove the child, remove the child. Remove its teeth. Lick the hammer. Dull the pitch, and open my face. Kiss my eyes, then push them in. Burn the ghost, and suck on the ashes, Psychadelic gospel in my attic. Lick the hammer. The water in slow motion, the Destroyer.
This parade does not stop with the waves.
I broke the jaw of the shark.
I snapped the wrist of the snake.
But Im cutting past the tusk
heaving the mast.
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| caves |
[10 May 2007|01:05pm] |
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like sleeping tigers a steady warning, of teeth born in the fire, believing something you cant see. the blade bonds, it never cuts away, the blade bonds, it never cuts away. blood brother, divine diver.
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| vegas schedule (as experienced) |
[20 Mar 2007|09:25am] |
Plane.
food
hijacked at miyako and hong kong.
pool
scores
free lapdance cause I was cute.
del taco
early rest
wake up
food
pool
belagio buffet. mmmmmm
black jack
spearmint rhino
wow
el cortez
ripped off
peep show, (WTF) flexing buttholes
cafe sit down to eat
fuck the cafe were leaving
sleep
wake up
cla imed me .
pool
chris's wife and daughter.
some girls that were trying to do will,
aladdin
ceasers
nyny roller coaster
chin chin chinese
the girls achieved the semi banging of will
BLACK JACK AT MONTE CARLO
black jack at hardrock
almost getting shanked by paco (aka jason dyers twin bro)
Shelby
now i will sleep we fly home tommorow
for the record everything spoken of was performed by Cheyne Truitt
Mike Morris
Will H.
and
Tyler Rumburg.
with special guest appearences by...
Chris H.
Sean Maphis.
Shana
Madison
The Sherminator (yea really.)
Shelby
and Jason Dyers Twin
the end
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| FUCKING VEGAS! |
[18 Feb 2007|05:01am] |
So this past week American Dan and I have been in Las Vegas. It can be summed up in a few choice terms...
Monte Carlo
100 reckless on black
Chris
Dude the suns coming up no more massage parlor intel.
Peeing next to Russell Simmons
Spearmint Rhino
Dude how much 80? I payed 50! FUCK!
So they touch everywhere?
Look your really hot we just cant afford it.
200 reckless on black....FUCK!
buffett.
Hanna May Banana.
THATS OUR WHISKEY!
DLAYYNEEEEEE!
Trade Show
Caddy Tramps!
Dude Chris, were at a strip club, how could Dan just dissapear?
Michael Jordan at Hard Rock.
FUCKING VEGAS!
Great times! WOOHOO!
Cant wait to go back
April or may not sure which yet.
East coast....bummer.
the rock and roll that started it all is coming back
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| The Ghost Maker |
[12 Feb 2007|04:31am] |
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Just a baby boy hes buckled down about 23 of age, Acid on his tounge he chews the page, God Damn the clock, he cant sleep in the dark, he cant live in the light, so when does this god damn dancing start. Pretty please, just panic cause parachute is pulling me. Slowdance with the skeleton and let the baby be.
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| writing for guns |
[08 Feb 2007|02:04am] |
Give me your silence and I'll give you the chance to live again, Only pretending to breathe for now and I am taking all your friends. A second chance becomes 3's a charm and your wondering where I've been. Now that I am used to falling down im picking up this pen.
You tell me to bury these bones. I can tell that your drunk so I am hanging up this phone. Ive rid myself of enemies theres no one left to fight, Will you keep your fingers crossed when we say good bye tonight.
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| These are my friends, this is who they have been for always. |
[29 Jan 2007|03:41am] |
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Christ will come in 3 years. With a pair of Gold Teeth in his palm, that he pulled from the head of a drug dealer in essex. As a tribute to the mortality of his brother man. Then I will send him to the door of everyone who has abandoned me, and he will burn them down. He will return to my side, and coat me in their ash, and its the ocean I will go to, to die. Then Christ 2k10 and I will walk side by side, in the Kingdom of Eleven. My mother has been dead for 819 days. How I've made it this far is beyond me entirely.
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| ouch |
[24 Jan 2007|01:42am] |
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ok ive been tattooed alot, and none of you know tattoo pain until youve have your ass tattooed. Trust me. I had my entire back and ass tattooed today. still have 2 months of work to do on it. Someone owes me 500 dollars or so that i could put towards it. but im not gonna count on it. anyways. yea. looks good. stoked except i cant really sit down due to both ass cheeks being pretty heavily tattooed
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| maaaan |
[23 Nov 2006|01:14am] |
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I miss Lisa, This sucks.
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| MORE WRITING BLAH! |
[02 Nov 2006|06:32am] |
Im sick at 6am, plotting against this subtle panic. Letting the medicine play match maker with my lungs and oxygen. Im almost altered, while I recognize that Im not short of crisis. So I fetch my instrument of god. Lets you and I be done with this.
Should I start with his head or his chest? What does it take to make you sweat? I'll stand in the street, soaked in his blood but at my best. His eyes or his insides? Should I call you out to say goodbye? Im not gonna lie. Cause Everything got easier the day your boyfriend died.
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[02 Nov 2006|12:07am] |
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Terminal, recognizing the horse on the Kitchen table is never easy. No one looks, We just block out its beating hooves and anxious neighs completely.
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| MORE AND MORE AND MORE |
[31 Oct 2006|03:48am] |
Draw back a burning breath, and pull from me a seeking glare, wrapped in curiosity, tell me to touch you, tell me where. However somehow Im already sure of where my hands belong. Touching your shaking form, so just surrender now, weve been waiting for to long.
Should I use this as a weapon, should I let myself turn. I might as well be convincing a tyrant to make sure his people dont burn. So shut me out. Just shut this all down, just so you can watch me force your demons to the ground.
Be still, sleeping softly, Marking orphans for the undertow, lets excersize our wonder, and live the life we stopped so long ago.
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| more and more writing |
[30 Oct 2006|05:30am] |
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I wake up tasting silver. I swallow, I inhale as it iluminates me inside out. You and everyone are thinking that you know what Im about. Their not even close. I am choking hard on your ring. 3 stones cutting your name into my throat. So I only ever harshly whisper your still maiden name. Its all I ever wrote. You can stop me from singing but you can never stop me from screaming that I will never need you, and you know how I feel. Its that your everything I want that makes this real. I will grasp every single tree that seperates our beds, I will uproot everything between us, just remember what you said. "I love you so much that it hurts." Well darling I am daring you to listen to yourself. Just let me touch you once and tell me later from a distance, how it felt.
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| more writing. |
[29 Oct 2006|07:37pm] |
The earth turns, its wields the ocean as a hammer. Slow motion, cinematic devistation. So make a fist around your tounge. Pull hard, but fluid. Your lungs will follow, dont stop or your teeth will catch. Open your lungs. Remove the child, remove the child. Remove its teeth. Lick the hammer. Dull the pitch, and open my face. Kiss my eyes, then push them in. Burn the ghost, and suck on the ashes, Psychadelic gospel in my attic. Lick the hammer. The water in slow motion, the Destroyer. "Cheyne, let go of your tounge."
This parade does not stop with the waves.
I broke the jaw of the shark.
I snapped the wrist of the snake.
But Im cutting past the tusk
My stomach reflecting the green of your walls. When I was still just a boy.
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| been writing again |
[29 Oct 2006|07:29pm] |
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I see you from a distance. Spinning , arms embracing the wind. Hundreds of feet above the ground. You have called out to me. Screaming, from a distance. I cant reach you, I cant feel you. I've dared myself to test the foundation. Im begging of you. Calling for you to jump. I will catch you. I dont trust the structure on which you are standing. It will collapse and swallow you whole. I just want to hold you up. Above everything. You are everything.
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| soooo question |
[29 Oct 2006|12:01am] |
I wake up every morning.
With one real thing in mind.
One thought I want more than anything to actualize.
It never happens.
Maybe 1 day.
but days turned to weeks , and now months.
Your so inviting.
Soaking
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[25 Oct 2006|06:40pm] |
What to do.......
Good Chat today.
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| yessss |
[24 Oct 2006|06:00am] |
ummmmm
the record is finally done, art and all,
i need a gf,
im ok with not being with you. its my not my favorite, but im not falling apart anymore.
thats good
red bull now makes big red bull
huge show this friday
i miss nural
i miss my mom ALOT
tyler R is the man.
ummmmmmm
oc is getting cold
let me pierce you so i dont starve
love
cheyne patrick
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| new song |
[12 Oct 2006|12:38am] |
So where did you go? Nail me to the tracks and watch this freight train perform surgery. Like an iron god she guts me. Just let me drink from your mouth, the beast swore that he would set us free.
Just you and I together. Wet, in the belly of this monster. We move slow. But calm down its only motion. We are a tiger. Acting only on emotion. So just help me put that boy in danger or just help me walk away. This is my last day. Without you, I wont walk away. teach me my, soul dear spirit. Please just take me. Just look at me, and let it be.
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