[The Iron Warrior]'s diary
where i live doesn't lke he homeless i guess!thre was a picinic table under a bunch of beautiful weeping willows,the homeless ppl called it the office, they would go n sit,drink beer if they had,always cleaning up aftre themselves. the city came and cut down all the willoew, they also would sitt a a gazebo which had a large round table,the ity removed the table.this park was nevr used by anyone but the homeless for most part,but then street punks started to write shit on the benches n tables, i guessthe few riuin it for the many.or the homeless pl would just talk
won big drank alot got tommorrow off lol
to drive pll crazy see below entry
to drive pll crazy se above entry
hmmmmm labels i have seen--- on can of hairspray,if u cant read plz have someone readit for u. on anal thermomiter- quality tested?
werd job armpit sniffer
what?
having been tempered in the crucible of life i have become abit hard-edged
ETON JOHN SONG LIVE IT
jazz the gift of God to the hurt.thelost,t
feelin abit better now,
it boggles the mind how much sorrow we can handle without breaking, im the one who must not break, im the rock of the family.my strenth drains more each day, there is one who i lean on she knows who she is,i think of her it gives just enough strenth to last one more day, to keep going on.distance really sucks you know, but she is in my heart keeping me sane n whole,my beloved
some ppl dont like the pics i put up. this is fake deal with it ok!!!!!!!!!!!!
i sit in darkness, searching foransweers to many questions, recieving no reply.i shall wait
stay out of my business damn i hate that
life is good!enjoy it
one wonders at times! wat the fuck?
i get lonely,but i close my eyes and shes here with me
so far n yet so near damn im gong crazy---- no crazier!!!!
sometimes life throws you a curve ball
unexpected changes have made me see things difffetntly,