I have a triangle sunburn on my chest because I wore a v neck today and yesterday... so I'll have a little gay triangle tan mark there for awhile. Classy, eh?


Dark Side of the Man on WireWe're sorry, but at the moment all operators are serving other aspects of existence. Please hang up and try your call again later.Dark Side of the Man on Wire
The political spectrum of this godforsaken cubicle is lost in the buzzing microphone static cutting through the white noise, splicing an aching ear drum. It pays the bills... it sucks me dry.. it leaves no reason to bitch, but this dog hasn't yet chomped on the uterus of conformist bullshit yet.
I sound so rebellious and yet I post my prospects on the corporation walls, educating horses with rubber bits.
Bloodshot eyes are retina bullets down at pitted cheek and leaving red


Fuck PoetryI hate words that won't check out, rhymes that don't swing, syllables demented, rhythym off key, notes scatterplotted on empty penned paper.Fuck Poetry
Yet the buzzing of brain stems in sleepless skulls wakes us all up eventually, the computer screen keyboard tap tap tapping the thoughts we wish we could say to your face, yet know we can fix in cyberspace dreams.
Insomnia breeds volumes of the only sensical things we can ever know.


SaulRemember conversions we long overcame to be simply attatched at theSaul
shoulder? Crossing the gutters in concrete encampments and scraping
whats left, and we find all but dimes. Living the streets in this Babylon hole
of a city we call our Jerusalem trek, our feet hot and caliced from sandy
wayfarings of alleyways long out of use.
Come close to my arms as they bind us together, we're holding
each other in rainstorms - the thunderheads crash at our feet, the pavement
is sinking, Atlantis has washed up ashore.
Remember the measures we took to your knees as they fell at the edge of &nbs


Loaded Statements Like GunsInsert vague statement about some artificial life lesson that we won't ever learn from and then remember to cut off my fingers, as I really won't need to make that sense useful anymore. I won't bleed on the page when there's no heart left to pump anything, and I'd really rather refrain from writing down this biographical lament of a Debbie Downer drowned in her own dreary, pitiful pregnant replies that went nowhere but the wrong way.Loaded Statements Like Guns
The moment I learn to write down my thoughts is the moment that I probably won't have any left.
There's really no point in writing them when they're there. As a rotten fruit smells bet
Its greatly appreciated
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Zazzle Shop
My Commission Information
MY Website
Goth Rosary
I'll never let you forget your promise sir!
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oh! you pretty things
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you know i'm not really there....
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Chrystal: You have a laugh perfectly suited for evilness and villany.
Me: What? It's hearty laugh.
Chrystal: I totally thought that'd be the laugh of someone hiding in the closet waiting to stab someone else with a pointy coat hanger.
Call me! we needa jam, damn it XD
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VEGETARIANS TASTE BETTER
"You're asking me? You're the terrorist, I'm just a bartender."
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...
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{[Sin]} - Because She Can.
Cuz I think I have seen you hanging out with my friend before... or something.
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NEW ACCOUNT=[link]
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OOH! THE CHARCOAL!
OOH! THE JELLYFISH JUICE!
OOH! EVEN THE GUM BASE!
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We scratch our eternal itch
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