Ok, so we're throwing a New Year's Eve party in Lowell. It's going to be eXciting, so if you're not into that then it might not be your scene, some people will just be chilling, but I thought I should mention that...but anyways, if you're interested message me for directions. Either way everybody have an amazing New Years and enjoy yourselves. Later.

Where to begin. So much has happened since last I wrote. So much time and so little to do! You know what that means! *pause for effect* Crazy picture time!! Picture time, picture time, time for pictures, picture time!






There's no escape!





Me and Jason, BFF's





Stand in the place that you live.





Emotions...





Oh Jason, you startled me!







It's a (butt) pirates life for me.





One of us, one of us.





So some smurf's came over...



Well that's it, i'll be sure to post some lengthy expose on my life's comings and goings sometime in the near future. Until then, adeu.

Death --

I'd know that way anywhere,
I hear you being here,
asking about things...
all the while,
waiting to speak,

energy exiting,
no one is listening,

always wasting it -- all on words,

move your tongue around -- feel the sounds come out,
that's why they call it speaking,
what does that mean?

Love is nothing but a good word,
echoing back insencerity,

repeat it back to me, comforting,

there's something to be said for,
having nothing left to live for,
and going on...

when alone...
I walked on...
away away...
...unknown...

--Birth

It's 3:12 on March 30th, 2006...if anyone has graphics design this day with (one) Liana Michelle Thomas, please access her attention by any means and tell her to check her coments...that is all...

I left the theatre, it was raining, thoughts were brewing of oppression, systematic numeral identification numbers, and the haunting voice echoing "this is for your own protection." It hit me like so much lightning to a copper coated tree climber, I wasn't really angry and George W., he's just a pawn, expendable as the Twin Towers were. I was upset because I felt a subtle twinge of fear at the thought of insulting King George. The Patriot Act gives the government the right to protect me by means of putting me behind bars for rebeling against them. Why? Am I safer now? And what about those Twin Towers? You all saw them fall right? It was pasted on the backdrops of CNN for monthes following the "attack." They fell awfully fast didn't they. And in a rather dead-drop fashion. Little to know dammage to the structures surrounding. What about the survivors who will openly admit that they heard bombs going off well after the planes hit. What about the documentation outlining the circumstances of the attack that was laid on the secretary of defence's desk days prior? What about all that? hmmm...well as long as it got that oil war started right, that global pandemic, as long as our method of government is slowing being forced onto others. Whatever it takes right? Fuck King George...no no, I'd gladly lay down my personal liberty's, my life even, in persuit of true happiness, happy curfews, happy uniforms, happy crew cuts, oh happy day...

There's never enough nothing to feed your family, you know...when I was young (so as to say I am now old) I used to stare in to the sun until I couldn't see anything but those big spherical splotches and bits of white microbes which would randomely scatter in formation to avoid my gaze. Amazed. But now I realize I haven't seen the sun in quite some time, it's always there, always feeding my useless collection of experiences that have brought me no closer to contentment, nor enlightenment, but I never take the time to appreciate it, the sun that is. For the first time in my life, when I close my eyes, all I see are my eyelids. It used to be, "once you pop, you just can't stop." Open your eyes and you open yourself up to experiences, spirited sences. But experience, has taught me, that experience, is nothing...people feed me everyday, white lies, sickened inside, no where to go, water goes, ahhhhh! I have only images, not imagination, only droning sounds bouncing off the canals of my inner ear, not music...my brother died, everynight. I'm glad he found his. I hope it brings him a lifetime. The big other is what i'm calling it now. Do-re-mi...please do-re-mi anymore again...i'll be your whatever you want...bee stings remind you that you will get yours in the end....cold as ice, eyes on you, feel the burn, walk it through...

- the Declaration of Independence was written on hemp (marijuana) paper

- if you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas
is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb

- bad hair days change my entire outlook on life

- people photocopying their buttocks are the cause of 23% of all photocopier errors worldwide

- 1 out of every 113 people in the world will die this year

- weather changes moods

- banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour

- life is a sexually transmitted disease

- Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.

- McDonald's was originally named "McDildos"

- that last one was a complete lie...

Everything is so lifeless lately. It's all white walls and black curtains...I need that old feeling I used to have, when she was there, incase I wanted it all. I notice things now, that I didn't used to focus on, keyboards clicking and muffled mumbles, those little gestures people do when they lie, it's like I live in the background of the world, I live backstage. I can hear all the action going on but I don't take part. It's been this way for a while, I have no feelings anymore, i'm careless, nothing hurts, fire is cold and the sun is board with shining, to me...on me...I don't know what i'm looking for anymore...Liana might be leaving to live somewhere else, if she does, then I do to, but not to where she's going. She'll be going DOWN to Lousiana, and i'll be going UP to Illinois. Ironic, it's like we're dying, but the opposite. I can't handle her leaving, our relationship issues are straining, but total dismissal would knock me down and I wouldn't have the energy to get up. She doesn't seserve this, maybe it's my karma inadvertantly affecting her...I just want something I can hold on to, something warm and inviting, something red and pulsating, beating to the sound of a snare drum. Maybe I already know what's wrong, maybe i'm wrong about that, the chemical flow must be imbalanced right? Left? I need some sleep, I don't want to sleep alone, I don't want it all anymore, I just want...

I don't how many of you are aware of the present situation with Liana's insides rebeling against her and relocating to random toilets and swer drains in the area, but I would personally like to call on all of her "friends" to not annoy her in any fashion. This effort will not go unrewarded, I promise that it will benifit us all, as a happy Liana, is a happy group, and happy group, means possible orgy...that is all...

I am homeless no more. I have a home, not exactly a house, but a home none the less. Life's so easy when you're easy to please, and all I need is a roof to please me, basically just to keep out the rain and the everpresent football player rapists that roam the streets. Well yes, with no futher adieu, (steadily increasing drum roll mysteriously grows in intensity from unknown source) I Randy Dee Campbell, am now, living, in the Super 8 motel. That's right, all by my lonesome, I feel like a king, they come in and clean my room daily, taking small trinkts as payment. I have not only a fridgerator, but a REfridgerator also. A microwave, a double king sized bed, which comes in handy if you know what I mean, all the better for jumping on ofcourse. Here are few more tidbits if you haven't been keeping up; I work at Burger King now, Liana is the queen of my heart, Santa Clause and God are basically synonomous, it sounds much more romantic to call a vagina a "lusty desert of vast eternity", and Chuck Taylor, the man for whom Converse are named, was a known serial killer, during his lifetime raped and killed over a dozen woman...good day...