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Name: Clint
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Birthday: 2/17/1986
Gender: Male

Interests: I love lots of really cool things! You know, cool designs, anything different or random. I like music, tv, computers, girls, girls, ..., girls, and cars, computers, movies, girls, and comedy.
Expertise: Umm... You tell me.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other

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Member Since: 4/15/2004

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Friday, July 07, 2006

Great..... Just...................... great...

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. How am I supposed to feel when it seems like my best friends in the world have blown me off to the side? I'll be the first to admit that being my friend takes alot of patience but I don't feel that I deserve to be so blatently untrusted and desregaurded! I'm not going to be too hastey as this may very well be a missunderstanding which, if it is, could only make me a happy, happy person. I am no pervert and I am no lustful freak! Not that these words have been said but I feel as though they have been implied and implications can often be much worse than the words the themselves! That is all.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Catchup notice

So I decided to post the entries in my myspace on here for those of you who don't do the myspace thing. Note that this is not all of them, just the most important. So feel special that i did all that just for you and in the future I will do my best to post on both myspace and xanga. SPACE out.

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catchup 4

Right now I really don't want to post anything. I'm not sure I see the point. What, or who am I writing all this stuff for? You or myself? What's the purpose? Does it even have a purpose? If it has no purpose then it is meaningless, and if it is meaningless then I don't want to do it. Never in all my wildest dreams did I imagine I could be connected to all the world and feel so alone. I'm not wanting responses, I want connections. No pitty post, just wondering where some people are. I wonder why things can't be different when it would be so easy to change them. If no one tries to connect then all possible futures are gone. I don't like the world the way it is. Infact, I hate it. I'm tired of living by all these rules, feeling restricted, like i can't breath. I want my flying car. I want the steam engine to have been realized by Hero in 300 b.c. for what it was and not as a toy. I want my future world. I want people to stop making stupid rules that keep me from being happy. I want to feel free. I want to be free. I want people to think. I want people to leave me alone. I want people to know me. I want you to want me. I want to sing and be famous. I want to be invisible. I want to live in a society where..... no, I want no society. I want to be happy. I want things to change. I want things to have never been the way that they are at all. But I can't change that. I can't change anything. I can't make people love me. I can't make them see me. I cannot change time. I cannot bend the rules. I cannot be free. I cannot have blue lights, green lights, red lights, yellow lights, any lights on under my car while I'm driving. I can't ignore you, and even if I do you won't go away. I can't have my peace. I can't have my say. I can't be left alone, someone will always be there. I can't go explore, everything has already been discovered. I can't go into space. I can't fly a plane without being tracked by some sort of radar. I can't destroy my government. I can't make it better. I can't eat through all the red tape like a fruit rollup. I can't not work. I can't not pay taxes. I can't stop listening. I can't pay attention. I can't make you SHUT UP! I can't make you listen. I can't go running naked through the streets. I can't write on the streets. I can't work without paying social security. I can't make you trust me. I can't trust you. I can't find a job. I can't change my dad. I can't go across an imaginary lines without being obstructed. I can't keep my waterfall. I can't stop you from going there. I can't own anything. You can't own anything. I can't start my own car company. I can't stop you from stealing my ideas. I can't get a patent. I can't destroy money. I can't get any money. I can't have my cake and eat it too. I can't stay in an empty parking lot at night without a cop eventually questioning me. I cannot stop the police. You cannot stop the police. I can't make them leave me alone. I can't make people understand that I'm fine because I know God and I'm not going to hurt anyone so please exempt me from the world's rules. I can't speed. I can't fly without you wanting me to come down. I can't make you not exists and I can't make you go away. I can't make you love me. I can't walk on water. I can't live forever. I can't see past my own decisions. I can't watch the matrix without it influencing me. I can't change the world by telling it what it already knows. I can't see the future. I can't make you read this. I can't get you to reply to me even though I messege you all the time. I can't date Emmy Rossum. I can't shoot my own movie, I can't fix my camera. I can't own a gun and walk down the street without you being afraid of me. I can't make you face your fears. I can't make you stop being afraid. I can't control myself. I can't see you. You can't see me. I can't bring back my Puttly. I can't bring back my horse. I can't bring back snowball. I can't bring back bugsy. I can't find my keys. I can't get away from you. You can never get away from me. I can't stop crying. I can't make you see how much my dreams are dying all the time. I can't get away from jury duty. I can't stop the wars. I can't make us all have hydrogen cars. I can't own and drive a vehicle that I paid for with my money without having to have car insurance. I can't make you drive faster. I can't change the speed limit. I can't get away from your opinions, your input, your critiscism, your thoughts. I can't stop you from wanting to build a highway on my land and getting a stupid law passed that lets you evict me from my home. I can't be private. I can't be a secret. I can't make you think I don't exist. I can't be rich like paris hilton. I can't make you believe that it doesn't matter. I can't make me believe that it doesn't matter. I can't be selfish and and have you still see things from my point of view. I can't be my own government. I can't stand being controlled. I won't let you control me. I can't leave here and neither can my friends because none of us have enough money because of the crappy economy which is so because alot of people in Bastrop are no good, well-fare loving, drug taking trash and I can't make the idea of economies magically not exist so we can just go on living like we should. I can't solve the world's problems and I can't figure everything out. I can't figure myself out. I can't figure you out. I can't make you read this. I can't stop loving you. I can't stop thinking. I can't stop dreaming. You can't stop me from dreaming. I can't do alot of the little things in life that I want to do because you screwed it up for me. I can't make you care about that. I can't make you see my point. I can't stop inventing. I can't stop drawing. I can't be a robot. I can't live life like the world isn't there. I can't stop believing. I won't stop believing. I can't take my life into my own hands. I can't breath underwater. I can't build a building. I can't build something in my back yard without a jackass from the city checking it out. I cannot rule myself. I cannot be an island. I can't drink salt water. I can't do alot of these things but I want to. So stand back. Give me some room. Let me breath, roll up my sleeves. Drive my car, look at the stars. Enjoy what's left, live till my death. Keep my hope, not hear nope. Do what I want, when I want. When do I want it? NOW! Wow, that was random....

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catchup 3

This is something I just wrote a second ago. It doesn't really rhyme or anything and it's a bit scattered but I figured I'd share it with you. I don't really know if it's any good but do with it what you will. Clint.

I Swear

I swear Im still alive

Though I know I felt my heart stop

When I looked into your eyes

Id rather not feel this way

The pain of knowing Ill never have you

Causes my life to sway off course

Off I go, tumbling into a thicket of insecurities

Darkness falls as I do, so unsure of myself

Things all around me seem dim, all except the light in your eyes

When I see it my tears fall

A solitary pain know only to me for fear of ridicule and lafter

Why is the world so cruel, why cant I have you

Ill decide to go away, boxing myself in

The security of loneliness lasting all but a mere moment

I fade back into myself, where know one has been

When I think its ok to feel again

Ill come out of this shell Im in

And there Ill see your sparkling blue eyes

Then Ill know it's okay to die

My heart already stopped beating

When I looked into your eyes

1:20-1:28 a.m. Saturday, May 20, 2006

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catchup 2

Beauty: by Me

Beauty is my pain
beauty is my hope
in my every longing
I hang from beauty's rope

Beauty makes me cry
beauty says i'm sweet
beauty will not know
the longings that I keep

For beauty I would die
in a second I am sure
the sting of love could become my sickness
your beauty is my cure

For beauty I am certain
knows of my true intentions
and beauty with a smile
holds back her inhibitions

With her words she makes me bitter
her denial makes me weep
I pray that beauty never finds
the love SHE so vainly seeks

Why beauty chooses scorn
over my undying devotion
I suppose I'll never know
why I drowned in loves vast ocean

My point is simply this
that while I love beauty with my whole being
all that she is good for
is the beauty I am seeing.

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