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fuck we just found out where were going to live...hahaha in apartments!...across from monarch high...theres going to be black people and spainish people in our complex..dont worry im not rascist..im just saying...like theres barely any white people....i'll feel really wierd...my step brother said "its sort of ghetto"..not really...if only it was ( Read more... )

I wanna live life, never be cruel,
I wanna live life, be good to you.

I wanna fly, never come down,
And live my life,
And have friends around.

We never change, do we?
We never learn to leave,
So I wanna live in a wooden house,
I wanna live life, always be true,
I wanna live life, and be good to you,
I wanna fly, and never come down,
And I live my life, ( Read more... )

i want i crave i need! the city life....all my friends back home talk about it...and it gets me all sad....but thankfully im going to Hollywood nov 18th with my friend saira (amxpm)....were going to chinatown....theme parks...and vinatage shops...if lucky..concerts!...sorry i get soo hicked up for this shit...i think i'll piss my self onthe plane ( Read more... )

humm...along with me..along with the tv..OoOoOoOO..oOOoO..OOOH NOOOO....yeah!!..-dun dun dun dun dun dun dun-...umm yeah its a song..that's been stuck in my head..god only knows why im singing it though....today will be dandy...were going to the movies...to see wickerpark...hahaha..well thats like the only decent one out at magnolia...knowing my ( Read more... )

A hand in my mouth
A life spills into the flowers
We all look so perfect
As we all fall down
In an electric glare
The old man cracks with age
She found his last picture
In the ashes of the fire
An image of the queen
Echoes round the sweating bed
Sour yellow sounds inside my head
In books
And films
And in life
And in heaven
The sound of slaughter
As your body turns
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I don't need none of your bedroom bruised sweet box
And I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk

I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
Want cha to know
I want you to know what love is

I don't need none of your tender back seat love
An' I don't need none of your two-bit machine love

Dead boys

I died from suicide ( Read more... )

White Boy : Some of these dumb hoes, those slut rocker bitches walking down the street,
they're asking for it, they may deny it but it's true.

Lay me spread eagle out on your hill, yeah
Then write a book bout how I wanted to die
It's hard to talk with your dick in my mouth
I will try to scream in pain a little nicer next time
WHITE BOY...DON'T LAUGH... ( Read more... )

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