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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 32
Sign: Taurus

City: San Angelo
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/5/2005

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Friday, May 29, 2009 
Saturday, March 21, 2009 

Current mood:  stressed
Category: Writing and Poetry
These are some shit I found that I wrote during my short lil hiatus in the Texas prison system...
 
I'm chillin like a villian, gellin like a felon
Rockin the same socks till my feet start smellin
Gotta stay dressed, ready to go
Jump as soon as they holla or you'll miss the show
Sleep late - lose weight is the word round here
Keep straight, Head up, don't show no fear
Late night chatter, whispers round the bunks
Porter's in the shower, scrubbin the funk
I'll be home in bout a year, maybe two
No more bars or razor wires, no more guards hollerin what to do
The penitentiary's got me down, I'm tellin you
Singin the mutha fukin TDC blues
ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT.
 
I ain't no wood and I ain't no rider
I ain't no punk and I ain't no fighter
I don't belong in this penitentiary
But I'm stuck in the place, that's the way its gotta be
I did the crime now I gotta do the time
I did the line now I gotta get my mind.....right
Get my head straight
Find the faith
Alleviate, meditate
Gotta get outta this place, shed the hate
Try to follow God's plan and start life anew
Gotta stay strong, gotta do what I gotta This life is full of bumps and rippls
Ride that fence too long and you'll start to tipple.....over
Only so much luck in the clover
Only so much dope for the doper, no more hope to hope for
One day all that luck's gonna run dry
Broke or locked up or might even die
I already lived that life, that ain't no lie
Luckily I finally found the Lord and his reward in the sky.
Seth Carter
1383565
Discharged 12-15-2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008 

Current mood:  hot
Category: Parties and Nightlife
DATING PUTRID

Starry nights and fuzzy mornins
New found stranger's katatonic snorin
Center stage at a beckon call
Comedic relief in a drunken fall
Emotional imbalance a rising fog
Conservative inhabitions a splintered log
Conversation randomly spouted at bay
Alter selves released from the confines of the day
Evening anxiety restrained momentarily
Predestined self-induced torcher purchased voluntarily
Joyfullybabbling into an expression of interest
Concentrated insanity garnished with citrus
Acquaintances gained with each passing night
Relationships stained with each passing fight
Today to recover and consider remorse
Tonight encouraging another Hedonistic recourse
Relish in the journey through insanity's realm
Then return to reality wearily at the helm
One moment in fates unrelenting future
Cork the bottle or wallow in a puddle called Putrid.

S. Fryde 2008

Tuesday, December 23, 2008 

Current mood:  weird
Category: Writing and Poetry
STUMBLIN DAYZ

Deep in thought, yet nowhere to go;
Racin through words with nothin to show.
Time keeps on tickin, stickin, clickin on by.
Waitin for the morrow, waitin to die;
Nother day passes, nights float by.
Dazed and confused as a half swatted fly.
Joy and pain come and go as they please....
Ear to ear smiles, weepin on knees.
When's it all end, where do we go?
Every foggy night leaves scars on the soul,
Burnin cross bridges, payin the troll;
Prayin to be risen from that 6ft hole.
Daily trials and tribulations,
Testin ones strength, impossible fibulations.
Each day to the next a random occurance
Reality drowned in a bottle of deferance
Powerless to reason with complete assurance
Refusing to pay up...like bad insurance
Today ridin clouds in an altered state;
Tomorrow's regrets warmin on the plate
Just keep on slippin through the cracks of time
Crusin through life...fermenting the wine
Wait too long, you've got mold on the vine,
Stop at the right moment, aged just fine.

S. Fryde 9-07