another desolate day... in a desolate town... with my desolate fucking life. im so sick of this, i hate my parents. i fuckin go over eight hundred minutes on my cell phone for like maybe the fifth time only, and they FREAK OUT. i fucking yelled my head off. its just shitty money, makes everyone greedy and fucks everyone over. well anyway, i have one reason to not be depressed, although it gets tough sometimes. i got these new pants from hot topic, like tons of chains. i think the price i paid was worth it, because it further kindles the fire of gothism. we need more baggy pants that can choke small mammals. fuck small mammals. if i didnt want to ruin my bleached teeth, id eat red meat everyday.fuck this shit, school sucks. BERLIN FAIR. yes. come save me, its such a release. we get so baked, then go on a totally bitchin freak out. that old lady never knew we dropped that watermelon on her head. FUCK her. i hope shes dead. i wrote a poem. i hope its not to deep for you assgoblins.
BROKEN
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broken
i am
for i am broken
like a cup
run over by my fathers steam roller.
FUCK HIS STEAMROLLER
polute the air
destroy the ocean
i broke the chains
and my life was dragged under
concrete slabs
upon my feet
water coming in
lungs like punctured water toys
lungs ... like dying children.
upon my grave they wrote the phrase:
"we knew him well, and a lover of dread,
when he drowned, nothing was said."
well i fuckin am tired. go die.
Current Mood:
of course im angry. ill kill uCurrent Music: fuckin slipknot!! masters of metal mayhem bitches!