Little Johnny Misses Mommy |
Somehow I like this pain.
The temporary separation feels like a permanent amputation.
And somehow I like this pain.
Laughing at the loss of my legs because I needed a change.
In the chambers of wh...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:11:00 GMT |
Fuck Everything |
Drink too much and fuck everything that you can.There's only so much that can be said about holding hands.But spreading seeds will plant you a story.Narrating inside your head through the night until ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 00:53:00 GMT |
Life Out Of Balance |
Don't expect me to walk a straight line.Out of balance and out of my mind.Spiraling with my eyes closed.Looking for a sign.Trying to push through the day but accidently push rewind.Nothing seems fair ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 12:40:00 GMT |
Portable Potty Mouth |
spit my cum in a pile of shit.sweating and collecting in an old public pit.missing the target and hitting a grave when pissing on friends now dead were the days.
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:49:00 GMT |
Rough Rider |
tricycle wheel crushing my brainspinning my memories and riding away.i thought i could use my tongue to speakbut got lost in the momenttasting everything that i think.appreciate what you have.getting ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:43:00 GMT |
No home. |
Sometimes less is more.
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 05:43:00 GMT |
Get back. |
I took a skeleton key I made from memories and escaped from my friends. They like to carry chains. I like to eat them. Turning everything to shit can't hold me down. That's why it drops from my ass an...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:29:00 GMT |
Build a better home. |
If you could stop blinking the colors wouldn't blend.Ha ha, reality... you're a good friend.But I won't die knowing there's more I haven't seen.You're a good friend, like I said, but not completely sa...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
bop pop mouth sound |
I don't want you to think like me. I just want you to think.Have you ever been awareor do you just think that you think?Poisoned by lead, too much tv, whatever the disease...Pull your head o...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:07:00 GMT |
4-midnight |
Looky, Kwis. You've been fooled. Like us, you work to fit in this box of tools. When I grow up I want to dance on the stars. Will I grow up if I love to crash cars? I hope that one day it finally crum...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:49:00 GMT |
