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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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"You know You're Right..."
...written on 2004-02-05, @ 11:33 p.m.
I despise my computer with a passionate ill bellied anger. It's old, and will not fucking work for me! All I want to do is talk to my friends but nooo...it has to be a bitch and slow down on me. Alli has it lucky. She's getting a brand new computer with windows XP and here I am stuck living in the 90's with a shit for a computer that has a hard drive that doesn't work. DVD's don't work, can't burn anything, floppy is fucked up! *gets down on her knees in dispair: "WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME WITH YOU'RE EVILNESS. YOU PAIN MY LIFE AND CAUSE ME FAILED GRADES! (begins to scream) * Well, enough with the dispairing....
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Seemingly, it seems Kurt Cobain was a man of mass confusion and yet wise...My Aunt recieved his Journals for christmas two years ago, and she's letting me borrow it for the time being. Here's a piece of his work:
"I've been told that an artist is in need of constant tragedy to fully express their work, but I'm not an artist and when I say I in a song, that doesn't necessarily mean that person is me and it doesn't mean I'm just a storyteller, it means whoever or whatever you want because everyone has their own definition of specific words and when you're dealing in context of music you can't expect words to have the same meaning as in everyday use of our vocabulary because I consider music art and when I say "that song is art," I don't mean in comparison to a painting because I feel the visual art are not nearly as sacred as the transcribed or audio communications but it is art and I feel this society, somewhere, has lost its sense of what art is, Art is an expression. In expression, you need 100% full freedom and our freedom to express our art is seriously being fucked with. FUCK, the word fuck has as many connotations as does the word Art and I'm far beyond the point of sitting down and casually complaining about this problem to the Right wing control freaks. (Yeah, go Kurt) WHo are the man offender of destryoing Art. I won't calmly and literally complain to YOU! I'm going to fucking kill. I'm going to fucking destroy your MACHO, sadistic, sick Right wing, religiously abusive opinions on how we as a whole should operate ACCORDING TO YOUR CONDITIONS. Before I die, many will die with me and they will deserve it. See you IN HELL.
Love Kurdt,
Cobain
Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art. Punk Rock is an art. Punk Rock to me means freedom. THe only problem I've had with the situationist punk rock is that absolute denial of anything sacred. I find a few things sacred such as the superior women and the negro have contributions to art. I guess what I"m saying is that art is sacred. Punk rock is freedom. Expression and right to express is vital. Anyone can be artistic...
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It's sleeting outside. Yesterday night, I was able to get out of the house and just stare at the moon in wonder. It lit up the entire world for me. It was extrememly clear outside but twenty-five mintues, than the wonderland began to fill up with clouds and the moon said good-bye to me once last time as it was. It started to snow again. Hopefully it'll be so that there is no school tomorrow. I'd love that. I didn't go to school today due to the fact that I had to babysit. My brother, Justin, stayed home as well but did not help me at all. He stayed asleep for about ten hours, thank you very much Justin. Appreciate the help...
I'm fucking lazy, I don't do my homework anymore, I've got articles for journalism that were due today that I haven't even started yet. I don't want to do anything. I just want to sit in me room, (think Irish accent) and stare at the wall. That is what I consider fun! I can't seem to do anything else around here besides cleaning and doing homework, so why not?
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I need a job, and soon. I am going to have a busy summer due to the fact that I'm going to be switching between three damn states. March, I'm going to Florida for vacation (*whoo...feeble cry for NOOOOO!!!!*), July I'm going to New York for three days with the school band, same month, Alli, her family and I are going back down to Florida to go to Disney World, and August Alli and I are going to the Ozzfest and maybe the Warped Tour. That's a lot of momeny going into those few months, so I need to get started on the cash flow. I'm exhausted thinking about it...
"Demon child...sit! ~My mother yelling at my four-year-old brother Nathan.
*And the Chorus swells!*,
Morgan