Friday, March 13, 2009

Night of the Living dead aliens, from hell

pink floyd poster, stupid pencils, empty coke bottle, and buckwheat zydeco.

horror movies are a joke. And easy. You just make some people have sex then kill them all, bloodily. and the pavement is never wet. Ponder, good morning.

[explicit] - inner cameron.
heres the deal. the scoop. daily herald. i like this chick, except she hates my guts. what do i do? i be nice. hold the door. carry her books, the shit. problem is, i don't get nothing. she thinks i'm immature. [self indulgent] bullshit. if only she knew how screwed up i am inside. my soul is shivering. the things that i go through that maybe no one i know will ever go through, go through. if only she knew, maybe bitch would cut me some slack. damn. ponder, 12 13 14.

good night.
sleep tight.
don't fright
you might be alright
don't know bout myself

4 comments:

  1. Haha!
    I was like "if im going to say 'bullshit,' i will do it in style"

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  2. "the things that i go through that maybe no one i know will ever go through, go through"

    i once looked at a tree of the back porch of my parents house, and saw the way that its to main limbs split, crossed, and were bent on nearly perfect 45 degree and 125 degrees respectively making a nearly perfect diamond, and i thought, that was probably the only tree in the world like that... then nearly two years later, i was half a world away, and running through a park, when i saw a tree that did basically the same thing, i stopped almost dead in my tracks, and stared for what seemed forever (more than likely 2 min). They were not exactly the same, and they were different types of trees, but whatever phenomenon had occurred in my parents back yard, also occurred 7,000 miles away in a park, and maybe a hundred other spots on earth, but I have seen two...
    i believe that if you are observant, you may find there is someone, maybe someones in your life somewhere going through something similar. just a thought.

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  3. i always like to think that no matter what, there is probably one person out of the 6,000,000,000 in the world going through the same thing.

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  4. Poem that peice
    Poems do work
    they're like songs except slower and make more sense

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