Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in seth's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, September 21st, 2004
1:56 am	man... i pretty much suck. apparently. c'est la vie. i guess hte important things come stock with that certain feeling of security (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 15th, 2004
8:56 pm	the times have changed... ...and the time for torches has finally been defeated. i've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah. maybe there's a god above, but all i've ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. well, it's not a cry that you hear at night. it's not somebody who's seen the light. it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah. hallelujah. lay it to rest. hopefully in peace. (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 4th, 2004
1:53 am	thanks god i've never wanted to die more in my entire life. way to go naievity. no comments please. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 17th, 2004
3:36 pm	sarasota assahola this weekend was pretty wicked tits for a couple reasons: 1. road trip with the hottest girls in Orlando. 2. the WALL(?) party at whitney's dorm. 3. drinking egregious amounts of superfluously indulgent liquor 4. brunchesque eats at First Watch. 5. the coup de grace...puking on Kristin (im sorry girl, i love you!) thanks girls, i had a blast! <3 (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, February 2nd, 2004
11:09 pm	Local heroes What's going on here boy? The verdict is in: this cowboy's song has climaxed. No reprise. You can only tip your hat so many times before the brim bends a little too permanently. Dust doesn't sting but it sure does blind. And numb. Passwords will always stay what they are, but the entrance fee has gone beyond my expense. The sunset forebodes and welcomes another day, so on I go. Christian soldier, sans geometry. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 25th, 2004
4:06 am	Now I'm lost Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face? A room colored charlatan hid in a safe. Stalk the ground. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 21st, 2003
11:54 am	October The search. I am searching, an explorer, a wonderer, a shaman, powerless, unknowledged. What is my goal? Where is my apex? Is it love? Companionship? Cuddling-in-front-of-a-movie comfort? Welcome to my life, as told by Rogers and Hammerstein. Or, I believe it was Shakespeare, The all-encompassing Bard who told us that A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. Yet another anonymous long-haired icon said that Every rose has it's thorn. Come, laugh with me, laugh at me, romp, bask in the glory that, thank god, only I can know. I was born for naivety. Sweet song, keep playin' that same old tune. Tune up, a bit off-key but you know the melody. This cowboy does have his song. God save the dream. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 21st, 2003
10:33 pm	i must be sleeping It is as of this moment that i promise, to all my friends that i've let down so much as late, to everyone dear to me, and to everyone that i love and from whom that love is reciprocated, to pull myself out of this rut of failure. this plague of struggle and fear, i will no longer let control me. its about time i put my best foot forward, or any foot for that matter. because i know that every night when i look into the radiant heavens, to see that sliver in the sky, mans porthole to the world we have yet to fully understand, instead of feeling that i'm being laughed at, mocked, or pitied, i can smile knowing that someone else is looking at that same sky, feeling the same light and thinking of me. nemo nisi mors. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
9:23 pm	(one) kidz quest Well now I know what heroin is like. Or rather the detoxification thereof. The removal of its neatly trimmed, cautiously colored needle, even if just for a while. It's not as horrific as a few to-remain-anonymous musicians have described it (the process). But it is not without it's rocks and jagged concourse. The author asks that his company be flexible with their views of him during the, as it's been described but not exactly applicable to this specific instance, the "withdrawal". He knows it will bring out a few unpleasant, possibly confusing sentiments, but rest assured he means only well, and apologizes in advance for any persons he might "bring down with him along the way" (not down as in to an end, but rather BACK down to Earth). Any said instances are only repercussions of the purification (once again not applicable but fits-the-metaphor terminology) and will surely be short-lived. So as the cliche goes, he knows it will be (not painful but) slightly annoying to others, but will all be fine in the (speedily forthcoming, but not in any sense of finality) end. Again, this is admittedly an egregious and lopsided comparison, but the author wishes to thank his wildly musically influenced creativity for an exaggeration of this magnitude and expresses his assurance that the existent reality is no where near as tragic nor painful as that of kicking something like habit-forming, life-threatining heroin. Just a neat idea and an interesting way to mark his return to LiveJournal. Please just bear with me and think of it as a good-natured trial-and-error learning process. The best to all of you. I love you, all you guys and gals. : ) Current Mood: relieved (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
4:47 pm	So long as I'm still metal... <td bgcolor="#000000">Name:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"></td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Youre famous for:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Rocking the world with your metal band </td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">You get famous:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">August 10, 2055</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">You make $$ per/year:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">$238,056,585,364,285</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Do people like you?</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">We all hate you, go die.</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Dead/Alive:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">No one knows </td></tr> F A M E by spazyspag Created with quill18</a>'s MemeGen! Current Mood: psyched Current Music: A3 (Comment on this)
Friday, July 18th, 2003
2:37 am	Am I waking up at all today? Seeing lights, feeling pain there's my cure on ice. I can walk but I will crawl there. Yes once again, too drunk to put my own feelings into my own words. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 16th, 2003
1:13 am	Personality Test Results You're the United Nations! Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long way to go.  You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head and torso.  Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result.  But your heart is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York. Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 26th, 2003
1:52 pm	im only gonna say this once. people need to check their premises on friendship and judging selfishness. It's just fine to only want to be friends with those whom you want as your friends, but its not so gratifying to take for granted the ones you do have. the ones who never hesitated to be there when you called them at all hours of the night when you needed medicine, or wanted to study or didnt want to be alone. Whats the use in wishing to be friends with those around whom you cant even be comfortable enough to visit or judge you because you broke up with your idiot boyfriend who they happened to call a friend. For as little thank you that i've gotten in return, youd think it'd be understood that i had no ulterior motives in the fact that i still am willing to do anything to help you out, with anything. im sorry if my understanding of friendship and caring hurts you, but i only want to be there for you. i dont care how you treat me or how uneasy i seem, just please dont pity me. the heart i had to be broken has been gone for some time now, and if this ridiculous journal is only going to be used as a method to attack people, then this is the last time that i ever try to be open about my feelings. from atimefortorches, this is my farewell to livejournal. adios. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 19th, 2003
11:47 pm	food right now corn is my one solace. its sweet, supple, crisp and much to the disbelief of many, filling. especially when its just a can of corn youre eating. this corn is making me feel better already. i was so out of it tired and mary called me and i sounded like a fool, all mumbling and talking about god knows what, i barely remember. haha, hope i was the least bit articulate. soory : ) hope everyone has a happy easter, whatever that means to you, maybe candy, money for some (lucky you girl!) ill be working with l'bion so everyone is more than welcome to stop by our stupidbucks and help me beat him up. nighty night folks. and by the way, it was most stimulating (hwa hwa hwa, yuck it up clowns) and reviving talking to you last night P-Lo Tell. Thank you friend, i needed that about now. Keep it real ad nauseam ad infinitum. Current Mood: tired Current Music: Soundtrack to Moulin Rouge (only the Ewan songs) (3 Comments |Comment on this)