I am SO ready to leave this shithole. And I honestly mean that in the nicest way.

ate I hate my heart out. And now my foot is in my mouth, and all sorts of other bad stuff. There is one thing I have to do. And that is to mutilate myself with a cheese grater. It's gonna suck yes, but it's the only way to really release my magical powers. Once it's completed I will be able to cast various charms on people to make them french ( Read more... )

Man some people can be so freaking MEAN. They don't take into account how their words and actions will affect other people. They just do and say as they please, causing all sorts of reactions, both obvious and unknown. If I actually consciously think about it people hurt my feelings every single day. I just choose to ignore it, or realize that ( Read more... )

What is hott? I mean really really hott ( Read more... )

I think that there exists a cell phone ring for every feeling that you can have ( Read more... )

Back in my mind there is a dusty desk with a brass handle drawer. If you were to pull open the drawer you would find a shuffle of papers and old photographs and some iron-on patches and a glass watch face which you could pick up and hold between your fore finger and thumb and peer through with your good eye. You would see things in reverse time ( Read more... )

eyes no longer recognize the hunger
once is always going under

so ill be back tommarow night. and so will jody. he had some technical difficulties. did i mention that i got my first speeding ticket like 20 minutes before leaving to colorado? yeah i was going 50 down A1A and got a 182 dollar ticket. damn sucks.

piece.

Hey Peoples ( Read more... )

Oh shoot. I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry that just came out wrong, what I meant was. Oh gee that sounded horrible, I didn't mean it like that. Your taking this the wrong way. I'm having trouble putting words to my feelings. Can't you understand a single thing I'm trying to convey? Is anybody really listening? CAN I PLEASE HAVE A GUN ( Read more... )

Inexplicable loss, angel hair moss, puffy blue fingertips twisted in floss
Strung out your hair, horses eyes stare, this poem is fuckin retarded and I don't care.