i am the twine in the needle's eye
tattered and stuck and asking why

feeling good
never
felt so bad

truth
is
murder

ever make love at a crime scene?

it's bloody work.

things are good. except that. but fuck it. im a fucking MAN. i have adult needs and wants.

in two weeks i am getting my fucking neck tatted the fuck out of. i just dont care anymore.

scream
rise
widen your eyes

one sick kiss
ten thousand goodbyes

i
you
them
we

undernourished and overwhelmed
you really are too much

one
more
dead
fuck

dont fucking applause
this is no encore

kleenex soaked in lye
my one request, an alibi
left at the altar
red means fucking GO

kiss where it hurts
stare at where it feels good

right there
right fucking there
RIGHT THERE

why me, God... why.

i may deserve a lot of things, but not this and especially not now.

im too sick to even say or do anything.

eat, sleep... nothing.

goodbye cruel world.

i miss knowing that God loved me. i really do ( Read more... )

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you are here right now i think.

but you dud the most horrible of all social crimes, the eternal (until not eternal) deletion of profile site friends list.

two months ago i would have given a fuck, but im like 666% pure fucking grind so i dont.

its your deal.

i aint trippin.