Wednesday, July 20th,
1988 |
1:27 am |
Parachute into enemy territory I have a gun I have a radio I have a bionic arm I have nothing
Current Mood: grieved
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Thursday, July 21st,
1988 |
12:12 pm |
So I decided to start this journal so everyone could read my poetry while I’m out saving Super Joe, and maybe I’ll get to talk about some of the other stuff in my life, like my cat or how much I can’t stand my superiors. Damn, I hate them all so much! All “Go do this,” and “Save this guy,” and stuff. Man, they don’t know how non-conformist I am. Jerks.
Current Mood: pleasant
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Friday, July 22nd,
1988 |
6:35 pm |
I am here to save A man A super man Got kidnapped In three seconds A super dunce A dunce I am here to save
Current Mood: deficient
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Saturday, July 23rd,
1988 |
1:12 am |
I cannot jump I cannot jump Why oh why God I cannot jump
Current Mood: joyless
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Monday, July 25th,
1988 |
2:36 pm |
My arm extends My arm grabs all My arm cannot feel My arm is my gimmick My arm is my trademark My arm is me My arm cannot feel
I wish I could marry my arm.
Current Mood: heartbroken
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Tuesday, July 26th,
1988 |
9:08 pm |
OMG, here’s a picture of some cute cats!
Current Mood: happy
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Wednesday, July 27th,
1988 |
3:19 am |
I go to the neutral zone I bring my gun They attack I brought my gun
Current Mood: awful
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Thursday, July 28th,
1988 |
11:22 am |
Hey, check out this jabroni: What a jabroni.
Current Mood: amused
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Friday, July 29th,
1988 |
10:43 pm |
Elevator Oh Elevator Why do you fall Like all of my dreams Like all of my joy Elevator Oh Elevator Why were you built over spikes
Current Mood: serious
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Sunday, July 31st,
1988 |
8:32 pm |
One hit And I die One hit And I cry One hit And it’s all over The darkness! The darkness! One hit And I am in the darkness
Current Mood: beastly
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Monday, August 1st,
1988 |
3:59 am |
My radio is junk My gun is outdated My enemies are constant And gigantic And can fly And I cannot jump
Current Mood: poor
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Tuesday, August 2nd,
1988 |
1:11 pm |
I fucking hate helicopters.
Current Mood: dejected
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Wednesday, August 3rd,
1988 |
7:23 pm |
What the shit is this?
Current Mood: really quite sad
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Thursday, August 4th,
1988 |
12:59 am |
Mechanical soldiers assault me They are robots They are machines I am cyborg I am man and machine I have feelings They do not understand
Current Mood: morose
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Friday, August 5th,
1988 |
4:38 pm |
They built a giant plane Oh yeah Nothing can beat a giant plane No sirree Don’t have entire defense grids for that Nope You guys are brilliant Mmhm Maybe I’ll shoot this little core here and... Dumbass
Current Mood: pensive
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Saturday, August 6th,
1988 |
11:13 pm |
Hitler’s face Exploded Hitler’s face Like an atom bomb Hitler’s face And brain chunks Hitler’s face Met my bazooka
Current Mood: lachrymose
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Sunday, August 7th,
1988 |
9:32 pm |
Super Joe Is saved I get to go home I hate being home
Current Mood: tired
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Saturday, March 25th,
1989 |
11:00 pm |
Whoa, haven't updated this thing in forever. Um, if anyone needs me for any missions or anything, you can find me on MySpace.
Current Mood: gloomy
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