"Poetry is the echo of the heart in the hustle-and-bustle of reality ( Read more... )

Yes. Today, this day, this time, 18 years have passed. Childhood has passed. Impatience, stress and feeble irritation has passed. Now must come Sex, Drugs and Rock&Roll.

G'day B*tchz
-Chrys and whatnot

Father: "What are you eating?"
Me: "Ramen Noodles."
Father: "..Oh.."
Me: "Why? What did you think i was eating?"

::brace yourselves [for the love of God, please]!::

Father: "...shoe strings."

(The single most disturbing comment in my adolescent life.)

I love my life.

I hate my life.

I'm indifferent as to the opinion about my life.

fuck the world.

fuck you.

Fuck the judgemental catagory you so carefully placed me under.

Just before Death's bleeding hands caress the folds of your hair, before she takes a violent kiss from your baren lips... I will be the judge.

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Yes, I'm back... and Better than ever, boys/girls/Hermaphrodites. So, bring yer friends, ya friends' friends, they mammas, uncles twice-removed... fuck it, let everybody know, and "lean back.. lean back.. lean back.. 'cause he's back ( Read more... )

Good-bye Live journal

... you've wasted my time long enough.

Imma put the sun away.

Imma put my gun away.

...and you can't run from me.

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