June 2009
3 posts
hahaha
If I were a boy
I’d spit on the floor everyday
and I wouldn’t clean my bedroom
I’d smoke weed and just sleep all day
lol
-muriel
May 2009
2 posts
“being unattached is a pathology, one that can be cured by bathtub murder or slow...”
– melissa anderson
“I love eating Halls while smoking weed and drinking water”
– freddy dortch the torch
April 2009
5 posts
liars are cowards
I dont really see what the point is in lying. I mean how hard is it to tell the truth, keep it 100 all day everyday while still having the knowledge that some things are better left unsaid. Some things are better off unknown. I dont lie because it bothers me afterwards, liars cant be trusted or respected. How does one maintain those in their lives while lying to them? They are being deceived also....
Visualize
Beautiful woman sleeping so sound
She’s gorgeous.
Handsome man walks in from work
See’s woman sleeping.
“Such beauty” he thinks.
He walks towards the bed
Gets on his knees beside her
Spends 1 min. watching woman sleep
He runs his finhers across her face
From her forehead
To her eyebrow
To her hair
Around her ear
Across her cheek
To her nose
Down to...
duuuuude
I JUST GOT A FUCKING JOB FINALLY. ALTHOUGH I HAVEN’T BEEN LOOKING FOR ONE. LIKE AT ALL. LIKE NEVER SINCE I GOT FIRED LOL. BUT NOW I DO. ROBEKS BITCH!!!!!!!!
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. WOOOO HOOOO. EXCELLENT!!! EX-SQUEEZE ME? BACON POWDER? EXCELLENT EXCELLENT. ALRIGHT IM DONE
March 2009
4 posts
damn
i haven’t blogged in a fucking while… not like anyone reads this shit… but none the less i haven’t blogged… i dont know what to blog about… ahh what the hell blogging about nothing for the time being is quite amusing… but i’m not sure if i want to use the word amusing… while i’m typing im trying to think of another word but nothing is...
October 2008
2 posts
“An unexamined life is not worth living.”
– Socrates
September 2008
3 posts
“Only the flexibly creative person can really manage the future, Only the one who...”
fucking manifesto
jxghjasdfbhdb h cd bhvbkjcnvkxbkb hj, is exactly how i feel right about now. Check this, I have to write a manifesto for this “Night of Truths” for my school. I’m a student ambassador or as in the newsies ambastards and people are looking at me for example. But the creative juices are not flowing dude. I’m at a loss for fucking words. How does this happen? How does a writer...
April 2008
6 posts
19 and hasty
Ooooook I am going fucking crazy here. No one is going to read this most likely but if they happen to, kudos. I lack an extreme amount of patience and my brain is like on ritalin all by itself, like the fucking energizing bunny… it keeps going & going & going & going. You get the point right. So i dont believe in depression, i think of it as an excuse and i dont do excuses....
humn
i wonder whom it iz he’s talking about shouldn’t be soo afraid of love
Those "3" Goddamn Words..those "3" fucking...
travie:have never sounded so good. They’ve always felt hollow, lifeless, inanimate, slurred or just used as weapons. Those “3” spineless, scary jason mask wearing words, i used to be sooooo scared of them, from anyone, the last time they meant anything to me was a month ago, when i realized i would never be able to say those “3” little bastards to someone i really “L’d” (that’s code for the middle...
yo son
welcome