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So I finally cleaned my room, and I found this journal from like two years ago, and I started reading it... and I came up with some really cool things. Here are some
"Why don't you do the world a favor? Connect your throat to the nearest razor."
"I'm calm on the surface, but I've got a deadly undertow."
"It's not my screams you should worry about, it's when I go silent."
"And still Charles Manson, I'm gonna make you look like... Jesus Christ."
"Your prayers are my sins, I'm the one that always wins."
"I try. I do. And I love her. That's all I can really say. 'You know... when I get older, I'm gonna be really happy. So I don't have to do this anymore.' she tells me, as the mellow sounds of Pink Floyd flood her basement. She tilts the bowl a little bit and I glance down towards the vanilla-scented candle. Its glass holder is chipping off, and as I peel a small chunk of it off, I look back up at her and ask why she does it. She looks at me, and in that instant, I could see everything inside of her soul. It was just obvious. It was hard to imagine that the one thing keeping her sane was the same thing that threw her off the edge. And I can never do that again. I can't watch a girl of such innocence suffer like she did. After having her cold hands feel for mine, after her crying... I can't do that again. 'Are you sure I'm going to wake up tomorrow?' she asks me. I tell her yes, and walk away. I'm crying too much. And that was my last memory."
"Are you him? This is the journal of purebred unleashed insanity. Blink a little for me. Grab my hair and make me scream. Scream like a little virgin child encountering his first betrayal.
Why am I feeling so beautiful? Why do I feel like the sexual predator? Just breathe. Just breathe. Dance a little.
Loosen up ,look around this morbid obesity of my brain. Own my soul. Breed your spirits within.
I want to corrupt you. Feel you inside me. Feel you errupt. Take inside your warmth. And lay with you until I can't stand you anymore.
Oh God, I can't stand you anymore."
"Are you going to take me? Take me. Take me. Take me to your music box land and succumb to my passion.
Don't try too hard. I try too hard.
Don't breathe on me.
I want to lie entwined with you and stare up at infinity while the sounds of our soul dance under the galazy on this wretchid stinkhole we're polluting.
CORRUPTION!
escape."
"You're so lucky I'm lazy.
I would've said tired, but I'm always tired.
I'm tired of life, and I'm gonna RUN AWAY.
Run away to the encripted tomb of my soul.
Sit down on my carcass.
Watch the maggot feast.
Inhale my decease.
I'm yours. Oh Jesus Christ. The taste of sin is ripe on my tongue.
Hey Mr. Jesus, look what you've done. Look what you've created. Look who won."
"WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!! You fucking demon. When will you die and let me be. Don't pity my self-hatred. GELATINOUS BAG OF SADISM!! FUCK ME!!!"
"John Lennon doesn't look like Satan. Slit my wrists open with a switchblade knife. Tie me to the bed posts and rape me like a little girl. Is this illegal? Can I get in trouble? ...Good...
Let me hang myself. From the tinsel on our Christmas tree.
Kill me for being mean and ugly.
Put me to sleep.
Let me go down on you. Let me kiss your neck and work down to your stomach, while I undo your belt. Let me taste your essence. Cum in my mouth. Pull my hair while you bathe in ecstacy. Push my head down and touch the back of my throat."
"Here today. Gone tomorrow. No no no... here yesterday. Gone forever.
I hate them. I know they poison my coffee so I can never return. I can never go back. They hate me there. I don't love them.
I want to sleep away the fat."
"Wrap myself up. Hide from the world. In darkness. I feel naked. Vulnerable. I want security.
Hey baby. Spill yourself to me. Stop being IGNORANT. Smoke weed. Get depressed. Relate to me."
"one by one they're taking things out of my room. i cant help how i feel."
"dont compare me to her. no. just dont compare me. i am not a melon. society doesnt get it. they barely raise their kids. ignorance is not bliss. ignorance is the cause of the worlds downfall. "
"you'll be the lover in my bed. you'll be the gun to my head."
"Maybe we're just ordinary people. No fairytale conclusions."
And at work today, fun times.
I'm doing dishes, and Matt and Jess were standing there talking to me. Wayne walks in, OBVIOUSLY aggravated...
him: "ugh... c'mon... MOVE IT"
me: "i like to move it move it. i like to move it move it. i like to move it move it. i like to... MOVE IT!" ::starts doing bass line::
matt: *beatboxes*
jess: *dances*
wayne: *rolls eyes and laughs*
"Why don't you do the world a favor? Connect your throat to the nearest razor."
"I'm calm on the surface, but I've got a deadly undertow."
"It's not my screams you should worry about, it's when I go silent."
"And still Charles Manson, I'm gonna make you look like... Jesus Christ."
"Your prayers are my sins, I'm the one that always wins."
"I try. I do. And I love her. That's all I can really say. 'You know... when I get older, I'm gonna be really happy. So I don't have to do this anymore.' she tells me, as the mellow sounds of Pink Floyd flood her basement. She tilts the bowl a little bit and I glance down towards the vanilla-scented candle. Its glass holder is chipping off, and as I peel a small chunk of it off, I look back up at her and ask why she does it. She looks at me, and in that instant, I could see everything inside of her soul. It was just obvious. It was hard to imagine that the one thing keeping her sane was the same thing that threw her off the edge. And I can never do that again. I can't watch a girl of such innocence suffer like she did. After having her cold hands feel for mine, after her crying... I can't do that again. 'Are you sure I'm going to wake up tomorrow?' she asks me. I tell her yes, and walk away. I'm crying too much. And that was my last memory."
"Are you him? This is the journal of purebred unleashed insanity. Blink a little for me. Grab my hair and make me scream. Scream like a little virgin child encountering his first betrayal.
Why am I feeling so beautiful? Why do I feel like the sexual predator? Just breathe. Just breathe. Dance a little.
Loosen up ,look around this morbid obesity of my brain. Own my soul. Breed your spirits within.
I want to corrupt you. Feel you inside me. Feel you errupt. Take inside your warmth. And lay with you until I can't stand you anymore.
Oh God, I can't stand you anymore."
"Are you going to take me? Take me. Take me. Take me to your music box land and succumb to my passion.
Don't try too hard. I try too hard.
Don't breathe on me.
I want to lie entwined with you and stare up at infinity while the sounds of our soul dance under the galazy on this wretchid stinkhole we're polluting.
CORRUPTION!
escape."
"You're so lucky I'm lazy.
I would've said tired, but I'm always tired.
I'm tired of life, and I'm gonna RUN AWAY.
Run away to the encripted tomb of my soul.
Sit down on my carcass.
Watch the maggot feast.
Inhale my decease.
I'm yours. Oh Jesus Christ. The taste of sin is ripe on my tongue.
Hey Mr. Jesus, look what you've done. Look what you've created. Look who won."
"WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!! You fucking demon. When will you die and let me be. Don't pity my self-hatred. GELATINOUS BAG OF SADISM!! FUCK ME!!!"
"John Lennon doesn't look like Satan. Slit my wrists open with a switchblade knife. Tie me to the bed posts and rape me like a little girl. Is this illegal? Can I get in trouble? ...Good...
Let me hang myself. From the tinsel on our Christmas tree.
Kill me for being mean and ugly.
Put me to sleep.
Let me go down on you. Let me kiss your neck and work down to your stomach, while I undo your belt. Let me taste your essence. Cum in my mouth. Pull my hair while you bathe in ecstacy. Push my head down and touch the back of my throat."
"Here today. Gone tomorrow. No no no... here yesterday. Gone forever.
I hate them. I know they poison my coffee so I can never return. I can never go back. They hate me there. I don't love them.
I want to sleep away the fat."
"Wrap myself up. Hide from the world. In darkness. I feel naked. Vulnerable. I want security.
Hey baby. Spill yourself to me. Stop being IGNORANT. Smoke weed. Get depressed. Relate to me."
"one by one they're taking things out of my room. i cant help how i feel."
"dont compare me to her. no. just dont compare me. i am not a melon. society doesnt get it. they barely raise their kids. ignorance is not bliss. ignorance is the cause of the worlds downfall. "
"you'll be the lover in my bed. you'll be the gun to my head."
"Maybe we're just ordinary people. No fairytale conclusions."
And at work today, fun times.
I'm doing dishes, and Matt and Jess were standing there talking to me. Wayne walks in, OBVIOUSLY aggravated...
him: "ugh... c'mon... MOVE IT"
me: "i like to move it move it. i like to move it move it. i like to move it move it. i like to... MOVE IT!" ::starts doing bass line::
matt: *beatboxes*
jess: *dances*
wayne: *rolls eyes and laughs*