ive forgotten about this site and all of its contents. so. umm,,,,,, breasts.

i will write when i feel like it.

blah blah blah blah blah, im back and updated.

i want 309482340 comments, NOW!

dedicated to: keepontruckinbaby

i wish i could die, die in a toxic spill. and then wake up in a purple-lit room with violets and hibiscus wrapping around my limbs. id hope for it to all be able to fall apart with the sub sonic whispering breath of an infant girl standing above my grave. from this point id float in the air like an airbourne germ and id sicken the ones i love and ( Read more... )

old dirty bastard died the other day. and its a shame. it is.

to break out is to only break back in to something else. in this world, you can only escape for a total of 18 minutes, and after that 18 minutes is up, you find yurself at the beginning of an end, an end, that sticks to the bottom of your shoes, or he bottom of your bare feet. this rhythym that you made is a creation of something else, that has ( Read more... )

i wish we were farmers, and knew how to, grow sweet potatoes, and milk cows.......... your ghost will ask my ghost, where is the love?,......... youre ghost will ask my ghost, who put these bodies bewtween us?

im making a rap group, west coast hip hop. i jumped in a lake naked the other night. feel like thrashing my liver this weekend. im eating heart attacks on sunday night.

entered a dead world.

vampires and skeletons among the night

burning freight yards and cornfields.

madd dashes to escape them.

several alliances made it wonderful.

we even met our boyfriends in rebel fags, i mean flags.

wes is ultra
jon is pop
alyssa is bright
courtney is laughing
randy is big

j. ramone physically died today.

" ..i wanna fuck you in yer god's hands when yer praying bights the dust..."