ahem.
welcome to the train station
where the house is underground
and boys are boys
one time i went to a horse restaraunt
and we ordered a soup of kings
CaSuAl CuNtS
indeed
ONE BY ONE THEY FALL
INTO THE VORTEX OF BLOOD
SCREAMING AS THEY LOSE THEIR BREATH
THEY ARE ALREADY FORGOTTEN
~fin~
cosmonauts
bringing us places of which we've only dreamed
can it be?
the cottage down at the lake
bordering insanity
no trucks allowed
oh hell no
OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES
WILL END WITH THE COMING OF AGE
WHEN ONE MAN MEETS ANOTHER
AND THROWS HIM FROM A TRAIN
Trucking through eternity
Blazing past the places
You've become all-too-familiar with
We always knew it would come to this.
Chesse Wheelbarrow
indeed.
CASCADING WATERFALLS OF BLOOD
BRING US TO REALITY
WE LOOK UP TO THE SKY
AND REALIZE WE'VE BEEN HERE ALL ALONG
it was the greatest thing ever. i was so unbelievably happy. i reached out to hold her hand. i grabbed her hand, and for some reason... she didnt let go. and i was thrilled.
and then i woke up
and it was storming
storming just the way i like it.
big trucks
here
there
trucks on the road
driving down the road of hell (lol)
fire, inferno, blazing on towards d00m (hehehe)
im not happy lol because people are ghey
blood from my wrists pls dont tie them up bcuz i wanna bleed, kk?
i wish i would juss die (or move 2 a place where they serve free jello bcuz jello is always good no matteer how ur feelin, amirite?)
plz k33l my bcuz im unique and shit
trucks on the road
here
there
big trucks
Penetrate all the simple minds by fishingfrog, literature
Literature
Penetrate all the simple minds
faces...
Protruding from the walls of insanity
Desk blundery
indeed
eyes without life
hypnotizing black stars
brains without bodies
artificial intelligence
~fin~
Current Residence: not where i want to be Favourite genre of music: Ambient, Instrumental, Rock Favourite photographer: Joey J. Operating System: caffiene
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Boards of Canada, Danny Elfman, Converge, Plaid, Coheed and Cambria
Favourite Games
confusion
Tools of the Trade
brains
Other Interests
music, video games, irc, internet, trucks, bushels, july
i watch you hold it above your head. a web of broken shatters up. it all collapsed as you clasped your own little piece of nothing you claim as your own. bite off your foot now. you chump. bite off your foot for a little something to claim as your own. finally your little trophy. try to buy back the freedom you sold so quick. you chump. you're chomping on what's mine. your practice perfected by practice. there's implications to your imitations. you got your art down to a science. you broke my art down to a science. turn your back on your stagecoach and sale away. you don't tickle my gut with your pennyluck. ugly abe ain't nothing.
your not a victim, you are the stupid guy who thinks hes such a Protagonist yet fails utterly to be one, and instead decides to vexate ayone that you meet, slowly gnawing away at the fabric of their lives. So why dont you keep your unthoughtful comments to yourself, or just or just piss off.