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Name: Joshua Michael
Birthday: 9/24/1984
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Sunday, January 04, 2009

Looking back

I turned the metaphorical pages of time back. The icey reality of who I was and who I am now creeped up my ankles. I tugged at the blacket with my toes and turned, throwing my laptop to the ground. I sat pouring over my computer, checking for cracks and breaks, then turned my attention to myself. Was I broken? Was I cracked? Is it fixable?


Tuesday, April 11, 2006

TAXES

I have been robed.
The thief in question took $3.90 over the course of an entire year.
I spent hours on the computer filling out pointless forms with no end in sight to tell you this tale and leave you with a happy ending. This happy ending is as such. The sticky fingered government will return the stolen amount rounded to the nearest dollar and a deposit of $4 is to returned unto me. Ah yes, great April.


Sunday, March 19, 2006

Cheer up, sleepy jean.

I have just woke up... 4 A.M. In a cold sweat. I had been having a dream that I have had before. That the world was ending, and to escape a number of us flew to the sun, which was dying out. We hoped to live a few more years there before all warmth was gone. Picture if you will a landscape, at the very bottom is a radient orange glow on which you are standing and stretching out before you rising up along the horizon, is the earth. This incredible beauty is inturupted only by the consciencess that there is no where to go. There is no where you can escape too, the vast desert of lava before you is all you have left... I woke up. feel empty, feeling alone. feeling like I should write on xanga. And now that I have, I am going to go read, and then sleep.


Saturday, February 11, 2006

I wanted to buy you flowers,
         In the middle of the night.









I wanted to hold your hand,
        In the middle of our fight.









I wanted to make you smile,
       When you were feeling blue.











I wanted you to know,
       How much I like you.

 







  (dedicated to Samantha kate,
        by Josh Michael)


Monday, December 19, 2005

Lazy Days

Leading up to my return home, I became ever more lazy, for i knew that i had to work myself up to the amount of lazieness that was to befall me upon this glourious break. Since being home i have yet to awake before noon, with the exception of sunday when i went to church, but the nap in the afternoon made up for that. So far i have done little besides play playstation,  play X box, play computer games, and watch movies. I did leave the house to go to church and then again to drop my brother in law off at the hospital (where he works) and today i drove my little sister down the street to buy markers at ben franklins. good times. and now the sun is setting and i have been awake for a meer 4 hours finding myself completely bored with games, i believe i shall clean up my room, set up my electirc guitar and amp, move my books out of the way, and begin desiding what to buy people for christmas, no not you, people i like, i will also schedule a hair cut and an eye exam, well im off to do the before mentioned.



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