(they're rough estimates...really just projections.) get your fucking ass back in there and watch willy wonka. and not that johnny depp shit.

letters to jail..that's what kathy zap always used to say. that's what i do these days. i write them. i never realized how much i hate to actually write a letter. i fucking hate it. it just reminds me of when we had to do it perfect in the young school days. those red checks. i fucking hate it. / i'm still doing the worker bee thing all the days. ( Read more... )

possibilities._

-when it's there, you can't even imagine what you would do if "your legos fell apart". but once they're gone and it's been too long to get excited anymore.. the background creates itself into this.. fucking retard shit ball from your past you wish never even existed. embarassing. erasers. and gaining the biggest of muscles, always ( Read more... )

i've been dancing a lot.

i'm making good friends with you.

(when you're shaking that good frame.)

slicing up eyeballs.
oh oh oh.

hypocrisy mostly.

makes my muscles bigger.

i really do hate most things. when your head pounds and then all the stuff falls off of it's shelves. you constantly trip over every shoelace you step on. you feel like god is just doing it on purpose because he wants you to stop. with all the bad thoughts and dreams you can't stop having because that's just what happens when you go to sleep. all ( Read more... )