Hello my chickies.
So here it goes. Theres more, tell me what'ch think. I wont listen.

Thank you Eleni.

Demon Days(working title)

by

Nick ~biscuit~ Goncalves

Act 1 Scene 1

Opens to Plumas Avenue, no one is around, no children playing, no cars ( Read more... )

Good morning TV, your looking so healthy.

We are safe, looking through the glass. Huddled in a bubble, I don't care much. Staring doesn't help much. I don't mind.
I keep telling them to enjoy themselves, they don't trust me much. A refugee of lack of control. Don't give up on me yet, I'll pull through.

If you don't mind.

At least its cheep.

My brain feels like a warehouse. To many things in it. I think I can live ( Read more... )

Apologized, if you want to look like an ass hat, go ahead.

This is not sharp,
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I've been reminiscing a lot lately of the past couple a years, maybe its cause I'm only two months away from eighteen. Almost a grown ass man, meh.  Theres a lot of people that I miss, and a few that did me dirty. Why did everyone have to grow up? Where the fuck am I going ( Read more... )

Anyone have a free house/garage/place with power in it for a bit of dancehall, raver, party, funtime?

I got some equipment, all I need is power.

SO help me out.

I'm a simple city boy
With simple country tastes
Smoking woild-grown mari-jo-wana keeps that smile on my face
Depending on my mood, mood....
Listening to my system, just the other night
Watching my TV with the sound turned down
Checking out the late, late, late night Fight night

Happy Mondays is fucking brilliant.

When theres to much to say but it wont be said
listen, listen, listen
When the suns been blocked out by the smog
take a breath, take a breath, take a breath
When to many people you know got lost
Find your own, find your own, find your own

But when the feelings got you down,
Feel the rocksteady

Move on down, move on down, move on down

JA!

Two years ago it would'a never happened.