that left elbow gets me going alll kinnddsss

hey would you both shut up.

Stop the fucking dig wagging contest. No one really cares.

:P hehe caro i heart you, and your left elbow

Caro where are you getting all these pics hahaha :P

join the dead side.

[ sorry...ca ] everyone see them now? its cos they are from purerave...you might need an account to see em. i dunno. weird.

damn straight gordo! i even have a red one.

on another note.

i love my fleece cowboy mask. Drugstar cowboy...with his 6 vial shooters biatch!

nice pacifier and fun fur jackie hehe

hahaha plurtastic!

hey carlos you are way more minimal.

what you dont know is how to start a car.

Omg... i dont get cable and i cant watch it...i think im goign to cry!!!

and where is collen...*tear

the term emo needs to go away...

CARO I HEART YOU *tear

i dont do the poutine.

that was deeep. i cried.

he's my fan art here : [ www.rave.ca ]

jeffy H (love is my drug)

you mean meth isn't cool anymore...fuck and i just made this glass pipe. fuck.

and to the arguing planes that swim and not fly, you are left high and dry.

i love katie in the pants region.

eldy don't stab your classmates.

mmm screamo...

made: pizza mission with katie and trishhhhh, WE WILL TAKE IT ALLLLLL. DONTR LET THEW CHEESSSSEEE TOUCHHHHH THEEEE MEATTTTTTT. VEGEEEEMEETARIANNSSS
made: winter trip with trishhhhhh fkdnfdfndklfdfmndkfmdf
madr: yelling at matt hahaa so fucking funnyyy
made / ruined: the slip
today

Made: chilling wit caro and toby for dinner :)
MadeL movie night with trish, nadine and jess

oh ya i did....AND SHE BROKE MY HEART!

i dated isabel?

haah fred's on fire.

how about no more ian?

herman hesse - kligor's last summer

dunt use kazaaaaa....bad mojo. soulseek is up and working. maybe you need the new download. i think its at 161 now...anyways [ www.slsknet.org ]

if you blink you may miss it all...in a blur.

the hole in my heart. im too busy dying to get fucked up on drugs.

To venerate in absence of direction

- the arsonist -

Dreams with you as the content remove the illness of this life tragedy
I don’t care to wake up to the empty skies crashing from the heavens.
Solvent incensed memories;
this virtue towards a broken heart is madness.
So I spill my heart once more
in attempts to drown myself to a vivid dream of you.
One more conscious leap and I slip to oblivion on your crimson lips.
Scar tissue and hopes burnt away please fill these eyes with light.
So I can take in the visceral plummeting echoes in your name
and remember, just remember.
Fortified lungs bent back from broken iron.
Spill your memories so I can soak them in.
Pull me farther into carelessness.
Bleed your boundaries across my heart,
Tomorrow is another breath with you.

then there were seven.

i will kiss judas forehead myself which rests on a flaming pike within the 9th layer.

big mother ass spiders.

my god.....i think you need to get out of the house.

who kisses now a days?

no kissing, no sex, no love.

cuddling is ok.

hahahaha

matts bed makes me cringe.... when you walk into the appartment you can feel the demons.