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Name: Keith
Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Tampa Bay Area
Birthday: 5/18/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Michelle, Writing poetry, Comedy, Music: From Autumn To Ashes, Poison The Well, Shai Hulud, Underoath, .hopesfall., Brand New, In Reverent Fear, Darkest Hour, Saetia, Beloved(us), Grade, The Get Up Kids, Madball, Silent Drive, Eighteen Visions, Atreyu, Hazen Street, Tiger Army, Sinai Beach, Skycamefalling, Zao, Planes Mistaken For Stars, Minor Threat, Rancid,Further Seems Forever, Evergreen Terrace, Anah Aevia, The Divine Romance and a bunch of others. I'm a vocalist and a drummer and I play tight end and offensive line for Gaither High's football team. I take alot of pictures with my camera, sorry if you end up looking stupid in one of them. I'm straight edge like crazy and I hate cigarettes. I'm really not that cool.
Expertise: Being an expert is being arrogant. I enjoy writing and singing, but I'm not an expert.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
AIM:  xmistakenforyoux
AIM:  NumberZer0X
Member Since:
6/21/2004
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| ..exhale. How long has it been now? I'm not so good with dates anymore. It all just kind of blurs unto one memory. Stories flow together roads seem longer the sun hides earlier and earlier every year. Things are a little different now. See the time came to finally get better to move on to recover to realize these circles and cycles will never change and you will always be the same and so will we maybe not collectively, but ideally, at least I'd like to think we've come so far, but there will always be that something missing that something lost inside of this inside of us, because this is what we are. Its 5 am, and if I closed my eyes for even a second I'd see some flash of brutality some choice I messed up, a wrong turn, a broken heart or something of that nature you know, the things that keep us awake the things that make us empty, or make us complete. The things that make us so dependent on attention sometimes it's like we can only function to dysfunction. It has to work out though, right? Eventually someone will care about this, about us, right? Someone will care about me maybe not. I mean, its already been a decade and a half and I still can't get this right.
A good friend once told me, "we are the company we keep" and when she said it, nothing seemed more true it was like that secret you don't want anyone to know is this really me? Am I really sitting here wasting my time? Its just so much easier when we're states apart and I can watch these roads from the open window and know that this is right and the rest of you can just dance, pretend and forget about all the shit you say behind each other's backs, while you defend that "friend" who you hated until you needed something from them. Lost in your own self-important world it's just more ammunition for your conversation more lies to tell, more rumors to spread. It's amazing how you all feed off of it and you know who you are I almost want to spell it out, but I'll save you from that how would you spend your time if you didn't have this bitter jealousy to keep you alive. From tragedy to imaginary that's all it is for you lose a friend, make a new one, your loyalties change with the seasons it's hard to believe this is even real sometimes I mean, I'm pretty sure it's all just a movie anyway. We never die.. We just come back as a different character for each no dream. Our eyes stay the same, but our hair may change, we may gain a scar, or an accent, but the eyes are always there. Sometimes we need to c.g.i the baby blues a bit though for feeling, but I mean we were never really honest anyway.
I try to find a reason to care anymore. I sat there that night, watchthing as these 15 minutes stood to defend these 15 years of my life, just trying to find that reason. And all I could come up with is, this is the end of the beginning, it's time to move on. We won't sit idle to watch ourselves die, we won't forget the friends we've made and we'll never forget the friends we've lost. We will never compromise, and the rest of you can keep making excuses until there's no one left to listen to your whining.
And we'll see who's laughing then...
Love,
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