you're no jesus |
your shit makes me absolutely fucking sick. you are a weak, narcissistic bag of shit with a small-penis complex and the sound of your voice sends me into fits of borderline psychotic rage. i can see r...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:00:00 GMT |
you wont read this |
trapped. everyone's trapped. or moreover, everyone's bound by something: job, marriage, kids, etc. there's no such thing as being truly free anymore. everyone has dreams that they work their whole liv...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 22:39:00 GMT |
there's something we both know... |
...You're meant for me but even so If I offered you the chance You'd probably still say no I've got to get it through to youI know you really want me, too You've ignored me from the start You stuck-up...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 08:48:00 GMT |
nightmares |
i woke up on the cold side of the pillow, shivering with sweat and reeling from some fractured nightmare still pulsating in my brain. my hands were clammy, my feet were cold. every joint in my body ac...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 18:03:00 GMT |
asking too much? |
I want somebody who sees the pointlessnessand still keeps their purpose in mind.I want somebody who has a tortured soul,at least some of the time.I want somebody who will either put out for me,or put ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 14:34:00 GMT |
rockin' 06 style |
+ a lot of cigarettes+ twice as much alcohol+ being so trashed i did a tango+ first shows with the band+ even better shows with other bands+ heartbreak+ genuinely happy+ forgetting my shoes+ shaving c...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 16:56:00 GMT |
CD List |
Here's the deal: This is a list of all the CD's I currently have. I have blank discs and a lot of spare time. If you see anything that interests you, make me an offer I can't refuse (burn me some of y...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 22:00:00 GMT |
melted metal, melted head |
My Nemesis Arrives After A Long HiatusI paint my lips matador redscent linen, burn incensewash my hair withIndian oilsand dress myself inslinky black,silver bangles, gold hoopsTuck in tight the corner...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 14:43:00 GMT |
manic-repressive |
I've made and remadethe bedsheets three times todayjust to rid myself ofyour scentthat clings to the air like abad habit thatI can't quit.I hate the essence you leave behindthat lingers for daysdespit...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 09:57:00 GMT |
THIS WAS UNCALLED FOR |
There was a small part of me that I never knew existed, buried deep somewhere in the cavernous folds of my soul, or lack thereof. This part of me was so tiny and so insignificant that I paid it no min...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 03:06:00 GMT |
