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The Mountains Are Only Tombs For Giants

About Me

i am two dimensional, i am naked, for all to see, all of the leaves and branches fell off of this growing tree, forever reaching for the sky and always grasping nothing i am small i am weak i am nothinghonestly i would rather not be a number a number is like waiting for the fall the plunge from where you once were to where you are about to be honestly a number is what we all were before we attained greatness all wrapped up in a name thinking we are the definition of fame of dope of coke i am my addictions embody my fears and never once will i be someone who thinks they are too big for tears you can be replaced all our time together could be laid to waste on a barren route sixty six to nowhere but take my hand and i will lead us out of the promised land i want no fucking part of its number system, i would rather be alone givn time throughout my day to appreciate life, this tree has no number this branch has no serial code for it to be traced, is just is explained just as much as the existence of you and i coming with everything and leaving with nothing where is it lost, the cost of life is robbing us blind but i always said hindsight is twenty twenty having plenty of nothing when nothing is plenty having armfuls of love and i refuse to love my neighbor as the good book says but right now that good book is the cause of hatred and destruction so i look around and realize i want no fucking part in you nor your god, because when it comes down to it everybody wants to be the the motherfucking same you choke down that same fucking sustenence you call lies you choke it down as it pushes you into the wall, the faces of our forefathers surface and they look like our brothers those same ones we wouldnt console in dark rooms hidden under covers lights flicker on and off like our wills to live our existence is nothing unless someone clarifys and denys us of what we feel is our right, nothing is promised but yesterday, and nothing is real except today take my hand brothers and sisters, let us find self worth

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

anywhere but nowhere at all it seems the beauty lasted just as long as the fall look ma' no hands i yelled for the first time then i hit the ground rock bottom rock stardom ill show you the supernova but i dont got the champagne she was nothing but a lost dame who helped me stay mentally sane but i lost it fucked it and chucked it over my shoulder second glances fuck no looking back no nowhere i finally found i was somewhere i can focus clearly now on sunshine its nothing but sunshine pupils shrink and dialate with sunshine shes sunshine but shes not mine sehs sunshine but shes not mine

Music:

Silversun Pickups, David Bowie, The Mars Volta, Atmosphere, P.O.S., Sage Francis, Smashing Pumpkins, Dessa, 13 & God

Movies:

Snatch

Television:

that 70's Show

Books:

the wanting seed

Heroes:

prince bowie dudley brian molko corgan claypool whoever wrote the bible... i wish i could bullshit that good

My Blog

freestyle on the internet kids this is basically to mr jake sho cause hes hating lyrical skill

with lyrical skill i fit every bill kids from all over wanna come to my shows and they screamin out fuck hova fuck jay z this is the year of Jay B keep flowin they all say so my spits stay immortal so...
Posted by pseudonyms... way to cool for him on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 09:41:00 PST

Burning Dove

she said... i fuck with your head taking away nothing less than a smirk taking you down was JUST LIKE CLOCKWORK as well as my pleasure she smiles... and says... for you, there was no way for this to n...
Posted by pseudonyms... way to cool for him on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 11:58:00 PST

this is nuts

well uhh guess what kids theres this girl i raelly really like and uhh i finally got the testicles to ask her out so i wrote that shit down on a shirt i was like hey emily i really like you do u want ...
Posted by pseudonyms... way to cool for him on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST