je réside, sur le bord après que tous pour prouver à me qu'I toujours Am. mais dans ces champs, ils indiquera: je n'étais jamais.

someone call me to hang out tomorrow. please. it's my only other day off. jason needs to communicate with people who do not work at a paper mill, this would do well for his rapidly evaporating mental heath.

thank and good night.

watch this movie. it's very funny.

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BOOM! down with the text, down with punctuation! burn down that oversized sinus that squeezes sticky fluids from your joints. arch your jaw so the skin and stretch and break over bones that will always be fed on and ashed in.

where are those hips? they're laying inside that question, trapped behind the drum beat. it's the weight lost from the disapaiting head, dreaming two million times a second. traveling days ahead to a dead fucking end. there's the comfert you missed, right there between your old worn sheets that look remarkably like your skin and out of touch ( Read more... )

pigs. all of you. fucking pigs.

exploding hearts: rest in peace.

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taken from 411mania.com:

According to MTV.com, Metallica are suing independant Canadian rockers Unfaith over what they call "unsanctioned usage of two chords [Metallica] have been using since 1982 : E and F ( Read more... )

i got a new cell phone my dark goth children.

me number be (860)-287-2392. update your files and such motherbitches.

someday maybe she'll come back to me and i'll say "why don't you go fuck yourself?".