gothefuckawayplease.

[myknifeyrheart]

This time, there were no screams.

Only fire.

THEN NOTHING.

Nothing put me in this mood.
When I woke up, the clouds were already black.
The rain was already pouring down onto my head.

Smashing, lashing, slashing, for the same thing!

I say quit, while we are heard.

A victim of high tension, and beat me every day.

This is coming to destruction

Comments

[indubitablynig]

"gothefuckawayplease"

reminds me of almost famous.
mhmmm

[myknifeyrheart]

Funny, you leaving a comment, and saying that.
I pictured that little duct taped, and sharpee marked door sign when I wrote this.
I'll get used to you leaving comments again I imagine.
Have a good one.

[indubitablynig]

then poor william starts crying.

anyways.
if me commenting bugs you i'll stop.
that just happens to be my favorite movie so i had to throw it in.

[myknifeyrheart]

No, I don't mind.
If we're going to be civil, I wouldn't mind talking more.
Things are going good in life, hopefully you're over shit that happened a long time ago.
Lockert and I made up.
I tried talking to Graham, but you can imagine how that went.

I wish both of you the best.

[lastcupofsorrow]

your beautiful.

[myknifeyrheart]

Whatever, I'm pissed.

"true meaning would be dying with you,"

[optimisimsaves]

someone told me that once and it frightened me. dying so soon was not my objective. forget romeo and juliet. they don't exist.

Re: "true meaning would be dying with you,"

[myknifeyrheart]

Not sure who this is, but there's truth in what you wrote.
Congratulations, you got my attention.

Re: "true meaning would be dying with you,"

[optimisimsaves]

Ashley Porter. www.myspace.com/porterashleyd, yeah me. Ha, silly referring to myself as a website. But nevermind.

I like reading your entries. They make me feel.

If anything they give me a sense of reality. Now that sounds strange, eh?

Re: "true meaning would be dying with you,"

[optimisimsaves]

Ah, I know who you are.
Comments on that wretched website, and sadly it's probably the only way for many people to know who I am as well.

I'm glad I give you a sense of feeling and ...even reality in my writing. I write to write.
To make new emotions.
To do something.
To scream on paper. It attracts less attention that way.

[anonymous]

There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.

-"Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head," Gorillaz

when did you become a member of an animated band?