un poeme |
oh creepie peepies i am deaf and i hold dear to what is left. my skin is cold my brain is slush. i'm only me, i am not much. i do not try to enter your head, for this lady is close to dead. i wouldn't...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 01:52:00 GMT |
thanks cookies. |
My myspace page offers me all sorts of helpfull advertisements, curtailed specifically to my interests. But it's sorta like a mentally handicapped person who thinks they're helping, but can'...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 03:16:00 GMT |
alternate universe theory |
I think that in an alternate universe, possibly inhabited by some sort of gremlin or fraggle like species, bobby pins are being used as fuel, or perhaps currency. And I propose that these creatures ha...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 10:15:00 GMT |
hot stufff cumin thru |
oh no, they changed this bitch again, however will i function? Minimally. as is my way. well well. I'm not complainin' but, this is the storey, mates. It's 2 or 3 am or sumthin, on a tuesday evening. ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:54:00 GMT |
bug poetry |
Valley Val vAl. I want to disimellate you like some old fuck doing experiments and alchemy and lobotomy's. I want to hold your bloody pumping heart or your wrinkled brain in my bony witch hands, and t...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:18:00 GMT |
sooobjeeeckt??? |
eeeeeeennnnnngggghhhhh. that all, suckas! no wait, every once in a while, I'm able to muster a small amount of eloquence. So, why have I troubled anyone who happens to be reading this with my little s...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 03:05:00 GMT |
Music!!!!!AAAGHHHH! OOOOHH!! AARRGGGHH!! |
Oh, nothing special, everybody. Also, i said I wasn't gonna type anything on myspace, I was gonna go to bed. But then I started cruising around listening to music, and was overcome. I don't think I've...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 01:41:00 GMT |
MISLED!!!! Robot body!!!!!!MISLED!!!!!!!!! |
Gol be damned!!!!! I need a giant cat mommy to come along and exfoliate my dry yet greasy PMS befouled skin. But I have no kind of mommy here to do things for me, so goddammit! I have to do it al...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 01:34:00 GMT |
jimmy, wheres my perse? |
popi mina olen popi mina olen popi mina olen popi....the electronics are giving in to the ghosts. pop. buzz. flatline. squiddling away my mind infront of the sparkly moving screen, learning to think l...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 02:57:00 GMT |
dream about moth potion |
The night before last I dreamt I was in the back yard of the cottage, at dusk, catching moths, with the help of my kitty Oliver to grind into this dusty magic potion. He was helping me by catching the...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 02:46:00 GMT |
