I AM GOING TO SEE THE CURE.  AND ROBERT SMITH IS GOING TO FALL IN LOVE WITH MY TWENTY YEAR OLD BODY AND MY OLD SOUL.

and sleep never comes when you're gone. my own bed feels so lonely. GAR. Stazel need a home of their own ( Read more... )

This game of numbers, pounds, and poisons is beginning to take its toll on my body. New tricks. Watch me dance. One foot. Two foot. Red foot. Blue foot ( Read more... )

i imagine that you read my journal periodically as i read yours to affirm on a regular basis my distaste for you. i see you not as a threat but as a parasite. and, like any parasitic life form, you manage to thrive on whatever meager emotions you can suck from your victims; lovers i think you call them. all parasites need a host to survive ( Read more... )

How to make a spilling_poetry
Ingredients:

5 parts intelligence

1 part crazyiness

1 part beauty
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add caring to taste! Do not overindulge!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Need to go soon to fill up my cup and box a sexy girl before I make love to my uber sexy androgenous man. It's been awhile, I know, I know and the sucking on my shoulder is distracting; but for those of you who wonder i'm doing soooo well. Summer is always a welcome relief and my boyfrien AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! gotta run ( Read more... )

gar. i am uber hungry.

So. . . i went camping; went to Mexico; went to Austin and some other stuff too. i don't know about writing in this piece of poetic shit anymore. expect fewer updates.

was killed last night in a car wreck.

So, it's been awhile since i last updated this bitch-rant of a blog you know as my journal ( Read more... )

The pale skin around my nipple is olive green because Hayley doesn't let out her aggression often enough. it was a long time coming. i wear it with pride. Her girlfriend left a knuckle shaped bruise on my arm. Mad props to angry Jenny. i <3 you wild lesbians ( Read more... )