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i think i need to kill something.
or you know, get a hobby better then drinking and trying to break apathy.
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nice girls finish last.
hardcore katie had this on her myspace ( Read more... ) -
read this. all of it.
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i like to smoke crack every day, lots of it too. see, its an expensive adiction. so i have to catch some johns on the street corner first. turn a few tricks then go buy some crack from my pimp. usualy i like to snort it off of midgets asses. they wiggle and run around sometimes though. so you have to chase them down then beat em up so theyll hold ( Read more... ) -
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i fucking hate. i dont even have an ending to that sentence and i hate that too. ugh. i was think a bit ago about how tv comercials, tv shows all of that, tv, the media, it bastardizes artists. thats all tv is in general. i mean of course not the stupid local comercials. those are just fat middle aged republicans.i hate how things cant just exists ( Read more... ) -
apocolypse yesterday
drunken stories. like cold embraces. tight, unrelenting. run run fast as you can. dissinfect your sorrows. thats the point in drinking. to hate who you are. to try and forget what your doing. it takes so much to forget who you are. memories pile up inside your head, like the inevidable destruction. though we hate who we are theres no avoiding who ( Read more... ) -
you the truth and lies.
sometimes life makes you wonder. it really makes you stop and think for a bit about who the fuck you are. you can go all your life know who you are and never notice that you do. looking all the while you knew exactly and your looking to find it? no, your looking because who you are isnt who you want to be. thats lifes #1 dissapointment. no one ( Read more... ) -
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once again the empty sets in. it picks back up where it left off. rejuvinated, well rested. maybe it was never gone. just hideing, dorment in the hallows of my heart. you cant excape yourself. not when your stareing your self down in a mirror. reflected are the hopless and the starlight that cast over. this feeling its relenting, never to let up. ( Read more... ) -
hopless lullabys wispering lies of compasion
Well. Im single again. Witch kinda feels like looseing an arm or a few fingers, you know, something that really fucking hurts and that was fairly usefull to you. Its cool though. yea.....any way, ive gotta go listen to sappy songs, eat too much chocolate and cry. later kids. -
bingity bam dumb old lady. i fuckin hate red hat society!! classy red necks..
popcorn chicken! feel the explosive wiggling of its eternal deep fried goodness or else! MEOW i see the door that goes to the place that has that there for some time... maybe. baby, how bout joo. Jewish neon tuesdays rock my everlast tires. ill crash my escolade when-eva i rootin tootin feel like a vat full of octopi. molestation via tenticals. ( Read more... )