I love art. I love beautiful things. I love abstract and abnormal, things that are different and colorful. I also love dark things, like pain, evil, hate, things that cause hurt. It's just who I am.My name is Jeffrey Moore. I am 18 fuckin years old. Hell yeah. I am 5'8" and I weigh 138. I love to play the guitar, [I've been playing for 3 1/2 years] and I love to beat the fuckin' drums [playing for about 3 years now]. I'm a really cool dewd, but most people hate me for stupid reasons. If you want to get to know me, and you're a pretty woman, hit me up. Haha...I'm a fuckin' riot. I live in Splendora, Texas. If this place were to be overrun by zombies or a plague, I'd hope that most of these people would get eaten alive. It is a living fucking hell here. I've realized now that a lot of things are really fucked up in life. People you are completely nice to fuck you over, they lie and cheat.I'm starting to realize adults are right. Kids DON'T know what love is, because if one person truly loves another, they won't lie and cheat on them. They would respect them, and honor them for who they are, and accept the changes that they go through, because changes are only natural. There's so much violence nowadays, what are we kids coming to? What the fuck is going on now? Do we even really know what, or WHO we want? Sometimes I feel like my life is just spiraling out of control, I'm losing everybody around me. Nobody really wants to be around me, but I don't know why. I'm not a dick to the people I hang out with, but if you fuck with me, I will be one. I want to find someone who won't cheat and lie, someone who knows how I feel, who's been what I've been through. Someone who appreciates a nice guy and not some asshole deaf cunt mother fucker.
Ok, so that's my outlook on life, if you want to know more about me, just message me or something.
What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? (WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?) SHUT UP!
I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better, than, you!
It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware
What luck!
Facism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and (SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU!
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
Remember, your a wreck an accident
Forget the freak your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.
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