you shall no longer take things at second or third hand...
nor look through the eyes of the dead...
feed on the spectors in books...
you shall not look through my eyes either...
or take things from me...
you shall listen from all sides...
and filter them for yourself...

left in the darkness
of this destructive silence...
left alone to think
of the things that matter most...

this tight shirt
does not do me justice...
these tight jeans
hold no secrets...
this empty hat
holds no answers...
these muscular arms
save no lives...
these pulsing legs
show no distance...

why does she love me...?

IM LOST... IM LOST... FIND ME HERE... or there... or in the FUCKING DUMPSTER...

i dont know where the fuck we were... but we made pretty good fuckin time...

silence fills the empty grave,
now that i have gone,
but my mind is not at rest,
for questions linger on...

1. a fucking chicken sitting on a broken rear axel mocking me
2. an old man... wait he just died...
3. a fast car, that broke down...

sleeping at jessicas tomarrow...hooray... im goin to six flags wed. with rebecca as well...right now i wish she was here... but she has senior pictures... the tacos... were good but jesus fucking christ blah the burps are horrible... i had a chance to buy anything i wanted for my six month anniversary but all i wanted was her(i didnt have enough)(i ( Read more... )

one down... two to fucking go...

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staple the tape to my finger and gouge out my eyes with toothpicks... i miss her...

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