N.Y.C |
watch te watch the way i walk,cant you think my movements talk,see me silently quietly creep,im too amped to sleep,lamp rays shining down,street lamps make the bussing sound,
subway creaking down bel...
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
gone. |
there where those days,when i used to get up in the morning and and i could smell the pot and coffee coming from the other room...*sight*...those days are gone.its been almost 3 years...i just hope yo...
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i wish... |
i wish i was at a Ramones show,in front of the stage,getting crushed by the people behind me.
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
nostalgia..* |
i miss the smell of the morning.
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
violent frustration. |
i just wanna break and destroy everything and anyone that comes my way today,and i can't...too bad.
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i didn't ask... |
don't make a mistake without asking first....you will suffer.
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
ñññ |
peepee ok,poopoo go home!!!
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
sick..... |
of the lies,bullshit!!!!but theres nothing i can do.because you keep on calling my house and hanging up on me.and its not as low as you go........
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
mmmmmmm........... |
i dont like people that lie.......like a fly...........
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
boredom,self loathing,paranoia and not even a gram of trust. |
that's how it usually starts.then,well ,i don't know,everything goes wrong.and of course it's everybody elses fault,i blame everyone,every single one of you bastards.
Yes Im delusional,out of it,full...
Posted by I.C.L.C. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
