Really |
Are you fucking kidding me. Yet another day of getting on myspace only to find that the only messages I have recieved are from "this profile no longer exists." When did myspace become nothing more tha...
Posted by Parker on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 09:55:00 PST |
This profile no longer exists |
This is re-fucking-diculous. Every thime I get on myspace I have new messages. Great I have friends, I'm not a loser. Forget what every one in high school said about me. I have now found my home, it's...
Posted by Parker on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 09:18:00 PST |
How come? |
How come sometimes she's the only one who trully understands where I'm coming from?Others act like I don't work hard enough for themWhen they don't see all the time I'm putting inUp in the morning and...
Posted by Parker on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 09:46:00 PST |
What happened |
What happened to the days when I knew exactly what to say? I used to know how to talk to anyone. But now everything I say is fake, bullshit, crap, worthless, meaningless, not worth the fucking time sa...
Posted by Parker on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 09:42:00 PST |
More porn advertisements |
You messaged me to sell porn. I always love that. I was kindof curious though. I was thinking 'Huh I wonder what this nice 18 year old girl wants from a guy she's never met.' She doesn't have pictures...
Posted by Parker on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 11:48:00 PST |
Traffic |
What's with people in traffic? It's like hey, if I just pass this one car I have a wide open lane for what looks like miles. Then, this asshole decides he is going to pull right up to the car in the s...
Posted by Parker on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 11:26:00 PST |
Okay |
So you remember that Looney Tunes cartoon where the big dog is walking down the street and there's this little dog jumping up and down around him talking about "Your my best friend" "What are we going...
Posted by Parker on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 09:12:00 PST |
Verbal Vomit |
I have nothing real to say. My identity is nothing more than a faxsimile of some person that I think that I want to be. But the more I talk the less I believe myself. The words that come out of my mou...
Posted by Parker on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 10:32:00 PST |
This is an old one |
My throats sore from swallowing my pride in liquid and smoke form
I can take no more of living with junkies and dope whores
In a country that provokes wars behind closed doors
While the poor take it o...
Posted by Parker on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 09:01:00 PST |
I don't know |
She's gracefully gathering greeneryAs she sits smoking cigarettes simultaneoslyShe's a creature of cautious calamityAnd I'm a admirer awakening awkwardlyAs I lie laying naked and lost at seaI see this...
Posted by Parker on Wed, 17 May 2006 08:42:00 PST |
