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I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Hurt - Johnny Cash version

Yes, yes, it's a "post lyrics" entry. Don't get used to it.
Gaia seems to have fixed itself in regards to my journal entrys not being effed up. W00t, i guess.
While America's Army failed as a game, there are a few aspects about it I would love to see implemented as genre standard. Not the least of which is the requirment that players pass a boot camp of sorts to play. Also, movement controlls were very tight for the most part and, best of all, sniper rifles took SKILL to use. None of this "standing up and picking your a** off from accros the map" bullshit. You try standing and aiming with the M82, you die. Cause your crosshairs are so effing drunk, you wouldn't hit a beached whale from ten yards. Thank god.
What this game needed was people who actually design games for a living to come in and tell them why they suck so bad. Also, a ******** single player campainge. Who was the IDIOT who though you were going to get an authentic military experiance from multiplayer? Goddamn, you're ******** dumb. Weapon models kicked serious a**, as they should have; I liked the accessories...not really sure why they sometimes worked, sometimes not... meh.
Heh. Arena football. It's like watching a bunch elementry schoolers playing their made-up, gimped version of Sports.

Oh. I saw Di GI Charot today. I think there's multiple versions? Anyways, I saw the one of 16~18 3-minute episodes. Wow. Trippy. As. Hell. But by the end, I was hooked. It's so damn cuute and sillyl! Puchiko's the s**t, man! No way Rabi-en-Rose is 14, not with tits like those! Taste the blantent rip-off by Piro! heart Good times. Gunna look into more, if I can...