I don’t need to sell my soul |
he's already in me
Posted by i Marcinta i on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:32:00 PST |
Now it’s over I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want |
or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
Posted by i Marcinta i on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 04:59:00 PST |
the black smoke will rise up to cover the stars |
yes i think i'm losing my mind
what is real, really? the line between caring too much and too little perhaps isn't really real. 'gee mom, i wanna go home
Posted by i Marcinta i on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 02:14:00 PST |
die missile die |
growth. not necessarily expansion. if i were a universe, i would be collapsing.
its different from fine tuning. this is distorting and finally cutting.
i've committed hopeicide already, now i'm flayi...
Posted by i Marcinta i on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 12:32:00 PST |
mint and chip stripes |
the kitten is eating a moth i woke him up to catch
Posted by i Marcinta i on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 03:48:00 PST |
killing off reason |
partial suicide,
if i can kill off the part of me that's sad, its still sad, but maybe i'll stop feeling so sad.
suicide of hope. hopeicide.
Posted by i Marcinta i on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 12:13:00 PST |
sharp teeth, too |
ok, seriously?
addiction is boring. its the drug that's interesting. people get afraid and agitated by interesting.
sucking on jimmy urine's lower lip might has been the culmination of my life's dream...
Posted by i Marcinta i on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 02:57:00 PST |
invalid subject line my ass |
I wish i could see in the dark
i want to live in the dark and see in the light, thats what i did today
Posted by i Marcinta i on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 12:47:00 PST |
