Thursday, January 27, 2011
Last Night I thought several times I was going to die
Fatigue is unreal. Shitting Nigger Dicks.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Score mofukka
My court date was tomorrow
I told my mom about my ticket about say.... a half hour ago?
How am I not in trouble, I'm so happy with myself.
I told my mom about my ticket about say.... a half hour ago?
How am I not in trouble, I'm so happy with myself.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I read this because Kenna told me to
I don't know if it makes me submissive, or pretentious because I enjoyed it, but there you go.
Blawg blawg, first post in a long time.
http://www.noblesoul.com/orc/texts/anthem/complete.html
Blawg blawg, first post in a long time.
http://www.noblesoul.com/orc/texts/anthem/complete.html
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Fuck you
Victoria Solesbee has made my day absolutely miserable.
I want to make new friends.
I want to make new friends.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I'm disappointed in myself for caving
I never came so close to "dying"
Boom
Top of the mountain, look where I am
You have no merit and are a cesspool of vices
You have no merit and are a cesspool of vices
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Push my fucking buttons
Somebody thrived on the cusp of town.
Posted placard on the empty hovel.
Nobody lived as the autonomous night shone.
Solicitude attracted Somebody to the door, grasped shovel
To haul out the dead weight to the mind's eye.
Nobody was littered with fiendish marks,
Her home was closed and Somebody's lie,
Lying awake, thoughts run thin to a coarse bark.
Awkward flutter, stagnant opinion
The wishy washy verdict holds true in Somebody's lips.
Halfway there is better than nothing
Nobody is hard to get rid of, somebody is along for the ride in awkward pursuit,
I bet you've never seen a pig fly.
Posted placard on the empty hovel.
Nobody lived as the autonomous night shone.
Solicitude attracted Somebody to the door, grasped shovel
To haul out the dead weight to the mind's eye.
Nobody was littered with fiendish marks,
Her home was closed and Somebody's lie,
Lying awake, thoughts run thin to a coarse bark.
Awkward flutter, stagnant opinion
The wishy washy verdict holds true in Somebody's lips.
Halfway there is better than nothing
Nobody is hard to get rid of, somebody is along for the ride in awkward pursuit,
I bet you've never seen a pig fly.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Goodnight Sweet Prince
I'm dirty and I'm filthy
And I'll never be respected
I want to try being an Eskimo.
And I'll never be respected
I want to try being an Eskimo.
I'm not going to help you with another essay. Kicking the heroin habit.
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