my friend is melissa i love her and we are sad suckers

brit + erin = equal dykefest 2005

i was happy with how it was. i dont like the life style that the weak of the world use as a cruch to get through life. why is everyone so self involved. i hope one day things can be ok and with them so can i. i like having fun and friends that can be interesting without pushing them selves on you and friends who dont need substances and abuse those ( Read more... )

erin is a raging bull dyke. i found my cds a teacher had them happy
i love you

im real different and i dont know how to deal with that fact
its there
everything looks perfect from far away
when you begin to realize that life is can be made up of the things you want it to then you are really happy
amber ian and todd came to seem m at work
fin

-blood on in my mouth beats blood on the ground-

save me from drowning this world collapsing in on me i stretch my arm out in a desperate attempt for help and gasp for my last breath

everything was closed on Conney Island and i could not help but smilein

today i was in target and a man stoped me said things to me and heres how it went...

MAN:you dropped it.
ME:dropped what?
MAN:its there...on your shoe.
ME:what is?
MAN: your smile(walks off)
ME:?

wierd huh.
anyways i am done thinking what i wish i could think

her placenta falls to the floor the angel opens her eyes
her intentions fall to the floor

played my last game
got flowers
cried
got coffee with a friend and had time for self reflection
the wind blew through the trees and i found my self really happy.

fin

tsuj repus das
i yllaer deen a guh

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

when you strange when your strange when your strange