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[|| Monday, March 7th, 2005 || 11:46pm ||]

[ mood | creative ]

With so mush drama in the LJC, Its kinda hard being Mack Master T....But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day. May I, kick a little something for the G's. and, make a few ends as I breeze, through. Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home. I got bitches in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin til six in the morning. So what you wanna do, I got a LJ full comments and my homeboys do too. So turn off the lights and close the doors. But we don't love them hoes, yeah!

Now, that, I got me some kickass threads, Everybody wants there props, but they ain't chipped in. Now this types of shit, happens all the time. You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine. Everything is fine when you listenin to the Mack Master T. I got the cultivating LJ that be captivating he who listens, to the words that I speak.

-Mack Master T. Loco

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[|| Monday, January 3rd, 2005 || 12:59pm ||]

[ mood | crushed ]

Guys. This Community...Needs Help. -pokes- I think its dead.

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I was there. [|| Saturday, December 11th, 2004 || 4:05am ||]

[ mood | energetic ]

It was my first night. They started me off on the exit door. It was my job to make sure no one walked out with the bars property. The band stared to play. Half the bar was converging on the dance floor. As I looked over to the bar I noticed someone climbing on stage. I started to walk over there then I realized it wasn't my job thats what the "Roamers" and "Rear men" were for. The next thing I knew gun shots were fired and the entire bar was heading for the door. And I happened to be the lucky one to be between them and the door. I made my way toward the stage on the way I grabbed a beer bottle out of the hand of a guy who was leaving. I made it within 15 feet of the guy and chucked the bottle at his head. It dazed him for a second, just enough time for one of my co-workers to tackle him. Somehow he managed to get up and he pointed the gun into the crowed and let off two rounds. Still making my way to the stage. I walked right up to the guy, his gun six inches from my face. Before he could blink I pulled off one of those moves you only see in the kung-fu movies. Now the gun was in my hand and he was whimpering something about how I broke his wrist. I hit the clip release and let it fall to the floor as I cleared the chamber and tossed the empty gun to one of my co-workers and then proceeded to dish out a 1-2-3 combo to the guys face. Screaming "This one's for you Dime Bag". The police tell me I broke his nose and jaw and shattered his ocipital and cheek bones. No charges were pressed. Self defense. The good news is my boss gave me a raise and a promotion. I'm the new head of vip relations. I'm assistant head of security, and personal body guard for any VIPs/Bands that come to the bar.

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[|| Saturday, November 13th, 2004 || 6:36pm ||]

[ mood | thankful ]

Today, I attended a book tour. But not any book tour. This book was a self-help book for being dead. And of course, everyone attending the tour was dead, so it stood to reason that I myself was also dead. It was interesting, being dead and -presumably- a ghost. You were in your own world, doing your own things -yet you could still see the world of the living superimposed onto vision, like the reflection of someone else's tv onto your window. You wanted to shake your head to rid yourself of the sight, but somehow you never could. But you never wanted to look too far into the world of the living either. I learned that the hard way.

One stop on the book tour was at a museum. I suppose they thought it would be comforting for those who had been around a long time, but I just didn't want to be there. I convinced a friend to leave with me, and we both ditched. We separated immediatly after, and each went our separate ways. I don't know what happened to her in that time; I'm not sure I want to know.

But I wanted to look in on people, I wanted what I had been missing. It was so easy to travel, so wonderful to fly above the rooftops -I should have known then that I had paid a price that I couldn't even guess. Eventually, though, I saw a fire in the grate of one family. I loved fires, and always had; maybe that's why I was so attracted to this place. I went to the window and tried to get through -after all, solid had proved to be barely a hinderence to me.

I couldn't get in. I don't know if it was the fact that it was the personal home of someone -maybe I had to be invited in, like a vampire. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the family created an aura that I couldn't break through. Or maybe the dog I had seen protected the family in more ways than they knew -it certainly watched me enough for me to know I knew it was there. Any way, the fact remained that I couldn't get in, and I was forced to watch from my spot on the window sill. And as I stared in, I stoped seeing the family; all I saw was my own. That dog, it was my own dog. The child was my brother, my sister. My parents were there, in unfamiliar bodies; as were my grandparents, aunts uncles, cousins. My friends were there. But I couldn't get it. And I wept, clawing at window, yet knowing they would never again see me. I wished I was given the same fate.

Eventually I made it back to the tour, still sobbing. My friend arrived too, and in a similar state. I couldn't help but think she'd had an experience similar to mine. But she wasn't the only one; sorrow was in every face. Every eye had known tears for what they had lost, every mouth had trembled at the thought of never seeing their loved ones gone forever. And we could not change, we could not move on. We would stay like this for eternity. I found out today what death is. Death is sorrow, and only in life can there be joy.

When there is life, there is still joy. Find it!!! Don't ever throw it away.

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[|| Wednesday, October 20th, 2004 || 6:57am ||]

So this kid tryed to steal my bike this morning. He had a knife, and was trying to cut my bike chain. It was rubber on the top, but it had metal chains on the inside...i think he didnt know better and thought it was all plastic. And, so my uncle emilio, he saw him, and called him, he ran to his house...which is in my neighborhood...about 4 house down. So, to our sirprize he came back, and attempted the crime once again. My mom took him, and went to his house, and told his parents that if he did that again, that we'd call the cops on him. The parents told us that they were sorry and that it wasn't his fault. Because he's "special". you get me? When my mom told me this I was laughing. He's a pretty mishivious for a special ed.

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[|| Tuesday, September 28th, 2004 || 3:38am ||]

[ mood | artistic ]

I was going to finish tell you about what happened to me and Jenna after the party. But she tells me she'll withhold sex if I do. FYI: Im not whipped!!!! Jenna is that good :)

I found out Jenna's mother works for a private security contractor. They do bodyguard work for government officials and DoD, when they go overseas. They also teach classes for CT, SRT/MPs and SWAT teams. They want me to teach one of their hand to hand classes. They're also considering me to work on their advance team. These are the guys who go ahead of the VIPs and scope out hotel rooms and routs to and from the hotel to where ever the VIP wants to go. With my language skills and people skills. I would be perfect.

Tomorrow I'll share the story about how and why I was interviewed/interrogated by two FBI agents yesterday.

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lol. [|| Thursday, September 23rd, 2004 || 8:59pm ||]

Natali poked her all over. "Are you still alive?" She giggled, and Sarah arose laughing histerically. She's ticklish. " Whats with all the laughing eh?"
Sarah took a breath, and turned to Natali. "You tickled me! you know how ticklish I am!" Sarah looked at Natali, and pounced on her. Sarah tickled her back, and trying to make her stop on the floor, with her arms, and legs flying, was breathless Natali.
With a smirk on her face natali spoke to sarah. "Dont make me hot for you again". Sarah just smiled.
"Im sorry! Am i just...too sexy?" She chuckled "Just kidding".
"You know you are!" said Natali. she laughed and blushed. She ran her hands up and down her breasts and stomach and whimped. "Every..damn..part of you.." Natali reached up and kissed Sarah. Sarah accepted.
"Why do you love me so much Natali..." Natali just stared at her...and smiled.
" your heart, your personality, your gentle kindness, you're purity, your innocence and yet you're such a bad girl, your beauty, what a great friend you are..so many things.."

(more to come. just lazy to finish)
(if it sucks that bad i wont do more >>;)

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Lllleets get ready to RUMBLE! [|| Monday, September 20th, 2004 || 3:05am ||]

[ mood | energetic ]

Warning PG-13 ContentCollapse )

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I love this. Thought I should share. [|| Monday, September 6th, 2004 || 1:01am ||]

[ mood | devious ]

It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel.

From "The Masque of the Red Death" - E. A. Poe

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Wrong Place. Wrong Time. [|| Tuesday, August 24th, 2004 || 3:40am ||]

[ mood | energetic ]

This is my first post to MFLJ. So now on with my life.

Yesterday on my drive to work some guy was standing in the cross-walk staring off into space. As I approached I honked hoping he would get the hint and get out of the way. He didn't. I hit the brakes. Luckily I didn't hit him. I got out of my car to see if the man was ok or drunk or whatever. As I approached I noticed it wasn't a man. It was a woman in a trench-coat and fedora[hat]. She kept mumbling something. I asked her if she was ok. She turned and looked at me. She looked like she was gonna cry. I asked her again "Are you ok?". She started to scream at me and the look went from crying to pure anger. She swung at me I ducked easily and returned a quick jab to the face. The lady looked stunned for a second before getting into a boxing stance. She even did the whole head bob and weave motion. I almost started to laugh, then she thru a right hook to my ribs. I blocked. About this time three police cars came screeching around the corner. It was like in the movies. The cops drew their guns, took cover behind their car doors. "Sir step away slowly. Walk toward my voice." was the next thing I heard. I wasn't about to argue. As I started to move toward the officer, three more tackled the lady. To make a long story short. The lady was the state welterweight boxing champion 3 years running. Six months ago she failed a piss test. Not only did she lose her title but lost her house, her fiance left her and took their kid. Apparently she was high on meth when I found her.

Till next time,

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[|| Sunday, August 22nd, 2004 || 2:57pm ||]

Ok, so I rock. I made the shared icon, yay for me, and I made (with christie_ish's picture) the promo banner. <33333333 to me and christie.

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what the hell johnson?! [|| Sunday, August 22nd, 2004 || 2:32pm ||]

[ mood | silly ]

i felt like being princes laya today. i rolled my pigtails in little doughnut buns, and pranced around in a fancy dress all around the living room. my room mates thought i've gone insane. " what the fuck are you doing?" johnson said! i told him " shut the fuck up and bow down to me you lowlie peasant. I AM NOT THE PRINCES LAYA I WAS BEFORE WITH LUKE!" he laughed and just told me "what happened to luke?" i stared at him..."how the hell should i know?"

i mean...what kind of a question was that?


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[|| Friday, August 13th, 2004 || 11:46pm ||]


Wow life is great at Jose's apartment, i moved in!!!! Well one day we were drunk and guess what.......we made out!!!!! And then the next day we didnt talk at all, it seemed weird! Anyways, so then we talked today and i confessed about my feelings, and we are apparently dating now lol. So yes my life is happy!


This will be the last entry of ~*Juli-Me*~

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dear journal [|| Thursday, August 12th, 2004 || 9:14pm ||]

[ mood | sick ]

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! im going to kill myself tommorow. i'll take the gun my dad has in the shed...and i'll kill myself...No one will miss me. i'll..even take brad along with me. he's the cause of all my pain. who would want to murder, get caught...and still be alive? prison is hell. give me the strength to do it. by sunday morning...i'll be burried underground, satisfyed. i've already lived my life. suicide...will be the answer.


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Hmm...... [|| Monday, August 9th, 2004 || 4:54pm ||]


Yea things went great at Jose's. He told me everything was going to be alright and how i should talk to the school counsler......He took me to buy ice cream and after that he said i could get a job and stay with him and his roomate....i am thinking of doing that..i mean its not illegal. Jose is so nice and caring.Someday i might come out and tell him, what is suspious is that why isnt he taken already????? TOmmrow i am gonna call him and ask him striaght out if he likes me because i like him. I think things are going to be getting better around here, after i move out. Besides my mom wont care, its just one "things" less to do, jose makes it seem as if...as if the whole world is perfectly fine, he makes me feel special, and sometimes i think he is the ONE, the absoulute perfect ONE, he probably thinks i am stupid for saying these things especially to a screen you kno, but at least i have a plave to let it ALL out......


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[|| Sunday, August 8th, 2004 || 3:50pm ||]


i woke up today....not in my house at least....i dont remember what happened, just little things..this guy at this party.... i had a couple of drinks..10 at least, i think i passed out, i am in a bed with only a t-shirt on...then the guy comes in and all of a sudden he is grabbing my hands and tying me down, i cant move, and all i see is blood near my arms and on the t-shirt, my cell is on the desk next to me...it keeps on ringing....i dont kno what to do, the guy has a knife, should i scream......what is going to happen??? Then the cops come bursting in, they grab a hold of the guy and i am sent home...awaiting my 24/7 drunk mother, i kno whats going to happen..................

I am locked in the closet, at least i have light, but the bad part is i cant breathe, my mother locked me in here with a bucket of ammonia. I am crying and she is yelling to shut the fuck up. My Step-father doesnt care, i mean he is scared of her too! She tryed killing me once, but i was too knocked out to really understand what happened. i dont kno how long its been. No-one knows about my lifestyle, except Jose.......Jose B my Best Friend...He is my love....but he doesnt kno that yet. My mom finally let me out, so i am heading over to Jose to see what he says......i could hardly walk and i havent eaten anything, well Jose is awaiting me, will update ASAP


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the point eye vew of the shallowness prep...i had fun doing this one. [|| Sunday, August 8th, 2004 || 2:42am ||]

dear diary,

like oh my god, i saw alot of gothy kids hanging out in the corner at lunch, like ewwww! they always wear black, and junk. They scare me to tell you the truth. they're all like, life is meaningless, and stupid shit like that, they should stop thinking so negative, and stop worshiping the devil. so, i think i might have a cance with bob! he SMILED at me today at school!!! i wondered if my make-up was ok when he saw me!!!
So there is this new girl in my algebra class. she is SOOOOOO ugly! big nose! braces!!?? AS IF! im staying clear of that fashionable reject for the rest of the school year.there should only be pretty people on earth!

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[|| Saturday, August 7th, 2004 || 5:35am ||]

I want to leave. My mother wants to leave. Tommy wants to leave. Why don’t we? Why don’t we leave? Mother says we can’t. Once he gets out. He’ll find us. I would leave. I can’t leave Mother and Tommy. They say they need me. I know Tommy does. Tommy’s so nice. He just needs a little bit of care. I could take him with me. Mother just needs to cook. She doesn’t need me. I’m not brave enough to leave. Where would I go? Who would take me? Angel, I wish you were real. I wish I could live with you. I have no one else.

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[|| Friday, August 6th, 2004 || 2:08pm ||]

I didn’t mean to do it. He just wouldn’t leave Tommy alone. He just wouldn’t stop. He made Tommy bleed. That drove me insane. I grabbed one of Mother’s cooking knifes. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t mean to do it. If he would have taken his anger out on me, not on Tommy, it would all be better. I can handle the bruises, the cuts. I can handle the hurt. Tommy can’t. I just meant to scare him a little. Get him to stop. I didn’t mean to do it. He’s in the hospital now. Is it wrong that I don’t want him to come back? I’m scared. Scared for me. Scared for Tommy. My mother’s scared too. She hasn’t stopped cooking. She says that it calms her. I just think that it fills her mind. Won’t let anything else in.

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someone help... [|| Thursday, August 5th, 2004 || 1:43am ||]

He did it today….Why? Do I deserve it? What did I do? I can’t think of why he did it. Was I being rude again? Too loud? I’ve learned this Angel. If you don’t cry, he’ll stop. Tommy needs to learn this. If he just stops crying, it won’t hurt so much. It won’t last as long. Why does He pick on Tommy? You should meet him. You would love him. Everyone loves Tommy. Except for Him. And you should meet my mother. She’s a great cook. I think that was her dream. Before He came. We all have dreams. At least, I know I have one. Or, I had one. I can’t remember anymore.

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