i'm gonna get effed a lot, by botch ( Read more... )

.the art of magnificence drowns. august.17.03
i lift my head to the sound of rustling; that like leaves brushing together in a brisk wind, and with my two eyes i see that it is merely your tongue confusing your teeth. you speak of honor and desperation; the code's that are broken though said to be kept, and with a raise of my hand like a drop of ( Read more... )

last night was fun. interesting. i got some picture memories, and i never get those. thank you, michelle! i didn't drink, i was proud of myself. i told myself last time that i was quitting, and sho 'nuff i am on my way. and had a total of 3 cigarettes in 2 days. i rock, you guys ( Read more... )

never eat a box of hot dots, and

swallow 4 small pieces of fusen marukawa gum.

this is some illin' for the road, biaatch!

me ringing you will be like me saying, "hey, i'm enamored enough to switch means of conversation." and then you'll think more then there is to think, and we'll end up on jerry springer with me being extremely obese and you ( Read more... )

i hate Saliva, but this song sends me sprawling; grasping even.

Rest In Pieces - Saliva ( Read more... )

hey,

i changed my AIM sn. it's veganhipthrust now. so.. if you care, add me. if not.. well, i probably have you on my list already so i'll tag you.

it's a vegan revolution, but all the activists are dying of cancer. *puff, puff, pass*

jam master j <3

i found My Ishmael at the local bookstore today, for 6.95. um. can i get a wha-what?

be jealous, bitches!!

oh and, darkest hour bent my back and ruled me tonight. ciao!

i stole this from Jack. Jack.. the Mack Daddy of the Mack. of whom i plan on wooing, and then stealing away to my secret villa in the middle of the night. 'cause he's on fi'ya! and i'm gonna make him holla, yeah. okay, that's overboard. he's just.. a rad english boy. and i still plan on stealing him away ( Read more... )

.receding first attempt.
to them who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, thinking they were getting the better end of the deal; in the face of him who stole a heart and trashed it, winking at the girl next door in his dysfunctional process; for you and those whom you loved but lost, it's a tragedy of life we all go through ( Read more... )

( cliche equals beautiful )