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| 10:41am 08/12/2009 |
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HEY! the others try to say hello, but i don't care about them. she's one of those people that when you talk to her everything in the background fades away, the sound is drowned out, it's just us. the one person i wanted to see and there she is. she meets my friends, they can't hate her for long, cause we start to destroy shit, they love her.
and we're moving through the city with so much bottles. sexy locations. the waterfront soon gets our backs turned to the tower behind it. we ascend. give each other cuts and tattoos in the bathroom, when she throws up it's going all over my face. the bottle is smashed with knives and feet, the fire extinguisher explodes... into fire.
RUN! it's so great to commit a crime and have a getaway driver, we convince to destroy bicycles (competition). she opens bottles with her teeth, you're sleeping with me. the next day she's a missing person to everyone but us... cause she's with us. "do you know where that crazy little girl is?" "uh, let me call you back in a second."
trouble don't mean nothing to her. look at that strut, he's so cute. pictures so great that we can leave. i don't do anything right, but i feel like i can keep living now. i am not thinking about anything that i do or say from now on, i am going to find out who i really am |
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| 06:51pm 01/12/2009 |
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| 01:33pm 23/11/2009 |
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question: what am i? |
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| 12:57pm 19/11/2009 |
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100,000 miles per hour |
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| 06:08pm 18/11/2009 |
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you make everything dangerous for ants |
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| 12:04pm 18/11/2009 |
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we're gonna de-gothify this fucking house |
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| 08:06pm 15/11/2009 |
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we just got one-two punched by god |
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| 08:45pm 13/11/2009 |
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yeah, for a while there we were just drinking really good beers, hanging out with gothic girls, and going on a lot of angry walks. god, i cant even tell you how many "angry walks" i went on. |
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| 09:51pm 11/11/2009 |
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| 05:29pm 07/11/2009 |
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| 07:57pm 03/11/2009 |
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wake up call via black sabbath's paranoid album. i bond in the car until i cant i drank too much. i throw up the color black and hold out our arms for them to be washed off. harrassed in my sleep. swimming pool hot tub one hundred percent. followed by the longest day of my fucking life.
i have this thing where like, i dont do what i'm supposed to do. thats kind of what my friendships are. talking to some dudes about jesus. man, fuck that, i dont even turn around. fitting in never crossed my mind cause i knew it wasn't a possibility. i hate kids, i hate rock and roll, i hate everthing that i like. you know what i mean?
i get stoned and go on a walk. we get lost, we know we will find it. follow the roar of clowns and murderers and all the other shit people look like. if everything started at night and you walked past a serious dude covered in blood how long would it take you to figure it out? sorry about how i treated you last time. i dont need anything from anyone. your stories dont mean shit to me everything is dead.
the walk home was epic to say the least, its like there's fire and steam is rising from the earth. disgusting characters and us. i cant tell if i'm tired. let's see...she spit on his face, they touched tongues, brothers wrestled on the side of the road. you could have but what do you like? what are you looking for? do you think about anne frank a lot? god, everyone is pissing me off, i must be drunk.
2 twenty four packs six on the dark and long ride. we scream cause we dont want our voices tomorrow. they get naked, i take my shirt off and put it back on. wake up to a sick and gross ritual that i cackle laugh at, i know exactly where we are, man, i am tired of being right. i love being young and being a dickhead. i forget again |
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| 05:50pm 24/10/2009 |
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a scooby-doo mystery with some friends. in a dark room with candlelight. painted portraits eyes follow us. we hold the fire to inspect. ehh forget about solving the mystery. we can fuck until the candle burns out. he watches. it's all in good fun. i can't take a hint. no wonder i can't solve a goddamn mystery. that didn't last long. it was intense. and we looked good doing it. i'm not gonna tell you guys about this. and i just flat out lied to her. besides it would be disappointing when we pulled the masks off and it was just us underneath. like real life. so i guess i'm all alone. by myself. jerks. |
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| 12:38pm 13/10/2009 |
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i'm your human alarm clock |
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| 07:37pm 11/10/2009 |
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*ring* "are you done doing bad boy things", (i have to look around) "yeah." i have to tell my friends that i am sorry. im not treating them like people, ahh, thats cruel. today my date is with a boy. soaking in the ocean for 3 hours a swimming pool a castle where i pissed my pants and drool over little kids through telescopes. this are all different worlds, i learned that too. i hate cats can we borrow a can opener
last night we went to a personal landmark. they would love her if they didnt hate her. i'm trying to be someone else so i knock on her (not her) door and we leave. then i call her (not her) and tell her (not her) i knocked on the door and left. i dont know why. we go to the "swedes" talk about how my bad boy things are different, i forget what else we talked about. this morning was funny too |
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| 06:41pm 11/10/2009 |
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i say yes to everything so we did it. it was his day off so i forgot i knew people. i'm with this crazy girl... sure she looks invisible now... just don't tell him that i was here. itll cost me. we can both go in! tell me how to get there even though i've been driving my whole life. i cant help it. i dont want to. im not addicted i just like it.
bad boy things is when you dont answer the phone for them because they already know what youre doing. you're a bad max. she'll just drink our faces out. in the sun, on a beach. i laugh and smile sometimes. she agrees that everyone is going want me (haunt me)you did abuse me and that boy in your phone did tell me a fake name. did you come here when you were a kid (are you kidding) what do you see when you close your eyes.
i stare at you reading me a story we found. i cant tell what its about. fall into the magical thing. your character has to die. we kiss. but kissing doesnt mean anything. i learned that i learned a lot, thats what i meant before when i said yikes, how many times will i say that today. i become desensitized to her nudity. thebottle with salt water let it sink. while she was out of the window i decided to have a nice calm talk with myself. she led me into the water and died i carried her back up i thought i lost two of my toes but it was really only one.
at 3 in the morning the doors and windows are fighting answering orange and naked she walks the background in her bikini. he tells me we need to talk i tell him to go home. well we're up now lets drink yours. sorry for not doing what i said i was going to do. mmmm a delicious meal of water and pills. we stayed up late |
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| 02:28pm 26/09/2009 |
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| 01:24pm 06/09/2009 |
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we drank to hating each other. if you pretend to be tough, you are tough. that night, as if my heart wasn't already broken, she put a cigarette out on my chest. i stood there like a pillar of strength, looked down at her beautiful face and shook my head "no" we hurt each other some more and ran away. we walked down the center of the street, held hands for a few seconds and i took it back. we layed down on my bed, she tried to get sexy with me and i said "no, no" the next morning she pulled the covers off of the hands over my face and asked me to drive her home. "are you hungover" she asked "no" i said, even though we are both disgusting. i showed her where my heart had been. "i forgot about that, sorry" she said. "you're forgiven" |
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| 06:58pm 29/08/2009 |
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paws on the ocean |
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