hello.
my name is mortiqui the koala.
want to come and play with me?
i like to swing from trees and eat honey and kick old people that give me the shifty eyes.

no no. just kidding. im aadam.

suicidal tendencies may sometimes lead you to yourself     by aadam morgan

another draw across my wrist

the blade can surely not resist

the crimson flowing wet and warm

my mind is now a ravenous storm

as visions of beauty pass me by

i wish only that i might die

and somewhere someone whispers gently

that my lover doth resent me

who has brought this ( Read more... )

so, i've been using pastel in my work alot lately. yesternight, i produced a piece depicting a beautiful woman laying slightly nude in a draped marble room. it's not half great. it looks nothing like i wanted it to, but i have gotten positive feedback from it.

my whole point is that the goddess i was trying to recreate is more beautiful than i ( Read more... )

ah. so i am back. back to the world that will not accept me as one who will not find solace. oh well. i feel like death. not the "character", but the noun. i could die right now and thank the one who caused my passing ( Read more... )

i am one to bitch. so here goes ( Read more... )

wow. i am an angry person. for that, i apologize.

FUCK THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT! I JUST FAILED A FUCKING DRUG TEST AND I HAVE NOT SMOKED IN FORFUCKINGEVER!

now im fucking going to be grounded and not be able to go anywhere this summer because my mom is a fucking bitch! fuck this! i fucking hate this shit

you see, my mom is the most oppressive bitch in the entire world. she wont let me do shit or ( Read more... )

you guys rock.

exams tomorrow. well, exam, rather. i only have an art exam. that will be some particle of fun, will it not?

i think i will take my amp, processor, and strat to skool tomorrow. that should be fun. and loud. i hope i dont get expelled. that would suck.

why is it that i am capable of writing poetry, but when it comes to putting words to my music, i ( Read more... )

and as the snake is drowned

and theres a look in your eyes

my fear begins to fade

recalling all of the times

i could have cried

i could have cried then

maynard rocks. i am going to go write a song.

if anyone would like to donate some lyrics or poetry that i could convert into lyrics, it would be much appreciated. (i will give you full credit)

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