i just want to stay underground where no one will find me.
a place where safety isn't at stake but granted.
suffocation and smothering will ease pain.
oh i wish for something better than this...
i wish i were an oscar meyer wiener!

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another day in the life of
a torn broken body.
another pay to the scorn
of jealousy and fraud.
maybe tomorrow the rain will end
maybe tonight i will sleep
and have no nightmares of you...
yet you reside at my side.
a loss in this situation...
i miss myself.
i miss my strife.

life is a bust. i am bored.

thanks for the call back derrick.....BLAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!????!?!?!?!?!

GRAZING, AND HAZING, cigarettes are back.

TAKE YOUR FUCKING SALAD FINGERS OOOOOOOOFF MY RANCH DRESSING! OR I AM GONNA TAKE THAT CARROT AND SHOVE IT SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT THAT YOUR FUCKING FEET WILL TURN ORANGE! OH YEAH AND ONE MORE THING..... GET OFF MY FUCKING PORCH!

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i needed to be held...
i wanted one last lip lock,
before the key was shattered.
clearly i spoke with that cold,
sorry tear drop.
one more glance, one last goodbye.
tonight i declare....
we were dead on arrival.
take your final bow,
i'll sing that cute lullaby you loved.

bye bye.

harlequin.... that's the name of my alter..... ego that is.
sequins, maybe tomorrow maybe tonight. 7:00pm the time of return,
the time of kremation. here we go again.
push it real good.

good luck derrick! tonight is going to fucking rock....
stand before the firing squad..... see them tower over you!

scoffing, dreaming.
go away leave me here.
no one is listening.
i drained you from me for a reason.
stop laughing and just die!

RIP myspace.
Rip....... cigarettes.