Heya all,

Hopefully my watchers haven't dissapeared in the month or so that I've been away. Not really away, moreso just living. Haven't been writing much, which I think I should correct soon; too much brooding with no outlet is just silly.

I just thought I'd write up a new journal to see how all of your lives were. Even if we don't talk much at all / we've only spoken once or twice, stop by and drop a comment, a random fact about today, or better yet, add me me on facebook: [link]rofile

Ciao for now all, stay classy!

Hey all, just a quick song update to match my mood.

If you're reading this, I'm sure you know who you are.

In other news - finished all my uni exams for the first year, and this is my breakout / no one's gonna hold me back, song.

One of Creed's new ones, of their recent album, 'Full Circle', titled 'Overcome'


Don't cry victim to me
Everything we are and used to be
Is buried and gone
Now it's my turn to speak
It's my turn to expose and release what's been killing me
I'll be dammed fighting you, it's impossible, impossible
Say goodbye, with no sympathy!

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned, I'm numb
Knock me down throw me to the floor
There's no pain I can't feel no more
I'm entitled to overcome
Overcome

Finally see what's beneath
Everything I am and hope to be
Cannot be lost
I'll be dammed fighting you
You're impossible, impossible
Say goodbye with no sympathy!

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned, I'm numb
Knock me down throw me to the floor
There's no pain I can't feel no more
I'm entitled to overcome
Overcome

Overcome!

You'll never know what I was thinking before you came 'round
Take a step, take a breath, put your guard down
I cannot worry anymore of what you think of me
I may be crazy but I'm buried in your memory

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned, I'm numb
Knock me down throw me to the floor
There's no pain I can't feel no more

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned, I'm numb

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned, I'm numb

I'm entitled to overcome
Overcome

I may be crazy but I'm buried in your memory!

Hey all, Max here checking in again with all those who lurk the ol' dA halls.

Yeah, once again, not dead. Will get my PA to change my journal to 'Max is dead' when I do kick the bucket, just so y'all are kept informed. No one can ever say I didn't think of the people.

Speaking of people, here's a nice little tad tid bit of philosophising I came up with my spare time:

A cancer infects normal, healthy cells and mutates them - constantly multiplying and changing other cells so that eventually, so many of them are changed that critical parts of the body cannot function any longer, and the infected person dies. Does this make Humanity the cancer of Earth?

Well, does it?

Love to you all.

A song for y'all to enjoy:

Harvey Danger's 'Flagpole Sitta'

I've loved this song for ages, but only recently found out the artist / song name.

Oh, and sorry for not being around so often. At least I posted a new piece?


I had visions, I was in them,
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me

Fingertips have memories,
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(But no one ever does)

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
and I'm so hot 'cause I'm in hell

Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, Goddamn you

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well

I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Mind...

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm runnin' underground with the moles
Diggin' holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me, whoa!

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well

(One, two, three, four!)

A song that's been resonating with me since Sunday night.

Elton John's 'Tiny Dancer'

I have no idea why, but I love it. Check it out.

Also, hi.

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand