oh COULD i?

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down.

Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
Watched the water roll down.

And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.

My Sister,
Your words can be held against you in a court of law.
My Sister,
You owe no allegiance to the facts, yeah,
Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent.
Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone.
Talking like the water rolls down.

And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.

Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President.
Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup.
Talking like the water rolls down.

Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Watch the water roll down.

age of no responsibility yet we still managed to bitchabout something.

i wouldnt want the emotional hormonal shit again tho. i had enough of that.

i asked first.

do you really?

Another Drinkin' Song

gonna dive into a dive I've dove into before
gonna haunt a haunt I've haunted
like a million times or more
a familiar joint
where getting drunk's the only point
to frequent this place
with any frequency at all
countin' on a remedy I've counted on before
goin' with a cure that's never failed me
what you call the disease, I call the remedy
what you're callin' the cause, I call the cure
gonna sing a song, a song to you
a song I've sung before
belt out a ballad that I've belted out
a million times or more
the words I'm gonna scream
and getting drunk's the central theme
to the lyrics, if you can
make the lyrics out at all
countin' on a remedy I've counted on before
goin' with a cure that's never failed me
what you call the disease, I call the remedy
what you're callin' the cause, I call the cure
just a devotion to a potion
please no applause
a dedication to a medication
a crutch a cure a cause
what I;ve counted on to pick me up
has knocked me to my knees
before I hit the floor once more
I'll call it the disease

soy una nacho

ruined: being ignored
ruined: ignoring in return
ruined: trying to prove my own worth by disproving him
ruined: work
ruined: running out of cash
ruined: cant afford tickets to all up and coming events
ruined: zero plans for the weekend
ruined: gotta work tomorrow
ruined: wish i were somewhere else.
ruined: still right here.

soy products only.

how i wish i was sixteen again.

hey, cowabunga dude.

i want a non-sequential simple life.
i want to see an end to war in my lifetime.
i want to live comfortably and have children some day.
i want my strongest loves to overcome my strongest hates.
i want to find goddess.

dont eat that!

theres that male idiot gene making itself apparant again.

just proved my point for me eldar. thank you.

devi

such is the way of all things.
but mine is the way of kali.

"adorned in human heads and moonglow pearls, she laughs at the sacrifice, and her cries echo for all to hear her scorn..."

excuses.

just when you think things are levelling out, a couple of people come along and fuck everything up.

ruined: ALL MEN MUST DIE.

the idiocy of the male species.

to rewind my life back a couple of weeks when everything was a little more solid.

a large prostitution ring?

how once upon a time i knew this boy. and he was happy. and then he stepped into something that ruined a whole bunch of stuff for him. and he let it go. he ran away. he tried to rebuild and he left his old haunts.

some of us stuck around those old haunts, giving him a place to return to should he need to someday.

in the meantime we found cans of spraypaint and pick axes and we brought his old home to the ground for the day we should welcome him back - on that day, he will find what he left in ruins.

--- modern aesops fables.

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii jackieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

wheres the love? WHERES THE PLUR?

bobo

poe!

if it sounds too good to be true.
if it acts to good to be true.
if it makes you feel all warm and squishy inside and you havent done anything to recieve the aforementioned warm squishy feeling.

it's probably bad for your health.
kill it while you can.

dipsy!

so cal loco

how some people still dont get it.

ever had a pill of some sort glue itself to your uvula so you could taste the damned thing melting at the back of your throat?

so gross.

everytime i almost choke on something i think of that greenday song.... 'bab's uvula who' not the song itself, just the title. but mostly when ive swallowed something wrong and it drops down my windpipe.

...

i want more beer.

suckers. liars. fakes. frauds. hypocrites. LACK OF BEER IN MY FRIGE. oh my god, why don't people learn? LEARN GODDAMNIT. LEARN ALREADY. open your eyes. NO ONE'S GONNA HELP YOU BUT YOURSELF AND YOU CAN'T COUNT ON THE REST OF THE WORLD TO MAKE YOU FEEL WHOLE AGAIN.

...


shit that makes me exponentially happy: not having 17-year-old hormones anymore. and being horribly vindictive.

sometimes
i think something's wrong with me
because
i was never one
to believe in anyone or anything

it's always been just me

and you know
they've always had
always had big plans for you
just to walk you through and hold your view
whoa-ho-ho-ho-hooo

big plans
big crash

made: how someone can take a potentially rotten situation and turn it around to make you smile if not glower with happy tears.

yay for love.

this isnt a turn off but more incentive to pat yourself on the back... back to the guy-crying thing...

*hang up phone*

...

*five minutes pass*

...

*phone rings*

"WHYYYYYYYYY *SOBSOBSNIFF* DID YOU BREAK UP *SNIFF* WITH *SOB* MEEEE *BLOWS NOSE* DIDNT I TREAT YOU WELL? *STILL SOBBING* WASNT I A GOOD *CHOKE* BOYFRIEND?"

thats what separates the men from the boys. guys who cry in aforemention situations... *cough* have raisin balls.

another ordinary chicken.

ruined: the realization of abandonment
ruined: knowing what it means to be a sucker
ruined: knowing that this is not the last time

made: this person is one dead motherfucker for they're trespasses and tribulations
made: i will be the one to bring them down and wallow in the gore.
made: new inspiration
made: collective of little voodoo people.
made: kali's back.

made: ibm still sucks. but tuesday is bebebear day. :D and bebebears are better than STUPIDHEADS.

but i just cant help feelin sorry
for this poor little lettuce head
you know i cant stop crying
because i know THIS BROCOLLI'S DEAD.

do do do do do

brocolli-head ^^^