dear faggots,

you are not hollywood
you do not have a face like murder
your heart, kiss's and/or any other body part are not black
umm when the fuck did she say LA?
a path can not be a loaded gun
yea on the bright side you and all your faggoty ass fbtmof(and other) metaphoress could choke.

wow what an angsty, first entry in a few months.

You in my months of wary ( Read more... )

there parts of me that would replay thay moment over and over until the end of the world.but theres parts of me that would contain that moment and use it for a memory inwhich i knew i smiled while experiencing it.i suppose an explaination of this moment is in order.it was one of those moments, staring out a bus window in early evening when the ( Read more... )

i hate this city its all passerbys and no permanents.the end.

today i listened to someones opinion of me.he said i was the perfect example of faux subculture.i was taken a back.but not hurt.i realized that maybe i am.i mean afterall i look like everyone.have the same interests as everyone.do the same things as everyone.but is there anyone who doesnt do the same as someone else.i suppose he thinks he is that

i hate them.this isnt the run upstairs slam your bedroom door and cry it off until tomorrow type of hate. it is the stare them straight in the eye and with everything that you are say in the most sincere tone."i hate you".

ive had this song on repeat for far too long.its writin in the air around me as a safe thing.i saw you.i huged you. and his letter was waiting when i arrived home."your rad" i say "im suprised you are alone." i wonder if you can tell what i mean by that.

show went well..there was a girl there she moved in such a way i thought the music was inside her..her body was flowing.it was beautiful.for the first time i closed my eyes and understood how music gets from my ears to my heart. coffee.such a wonderful drink. even in obseen amounts..there were ladies at the tim hortons.i sat and watched them.they ( Read more... )

"...i choose to stay away, because i want to keep control. my head is thinking straight, but my heart says explode. the thought of someone else is much too much, and friendship means your just beyond my touch." -judge ( Read more... )

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