Oh, yeah... and if any lovely person reding this can find me a job that doesn't involve delivering pizza in mooresville, PLEASE let me know...

I feel like my urge to write poems
has been stolen,
so now I am goin'
to the seven 20 showin'
of the movie that was made
by the man who made bowlin... for columbine...
hold on a moment that line didn't rhyme...
or did it?
Forget it,
I'm gone.

Mainly, janey stays inside the lines during coloring time, but today she strayed far away to the edge of the page, and her crayon would not stay on target ( Read more... )

It oughta happen.
It's gotta happen.
It will happen, damnit!

Coffee house worker ( Read more... )

Journalistic disintergrity has left me nauseated for the morning ( Read more... )

Trying this again... but not now... soon...

FUCK!!!! Do I really have so little to say?

Well, Jesus Christ...
It's 4am...
My ass is bleeding (my ASS!!!...)
My back hurts...
I think I'm going to throw up...
And I can't sleep...

SMILE, FUCKER!!! : )

"Twitch ( Read more... )