how sometimes i feel like a badass, and other times just a fucking loser.
what a long, cold night. what a long, wierd fucking week-end. halloween was what the whole world would be doing on a friday night if the fucking nazi's had won the war. the rest of it was spent finding dark places in random alleys to drink in... and hide some fire behind this peacoat.
tonight has been kind of confusing.. not just one or two parts of the night... the whole fucking time.. i dont know where my head has been but i cant seem to get my thoughts straight. i feel like im being dispised and ignored for some reason or another; its just adding to my confusion. and god i cant handle any tension coming out of this room. just give me a cigarette, please!
i just have to remember the perfect moment of the weekend was when i was in some random dirty hotel room in downtown san diego, listening to judas priest "breakin' the law" while doing some bad things.. we looked like rock-stars all glitzed up. our entrance was a sight to see: 4 kids all pretty, strolling in through the front door with guitars and 16 inch knives, peacoats and the hair, bandanas and back packs full of who knows what, all fucked out of healthiness. when the morning got too bright we all walked out the same way.. only we knew what happened that night, and they had no.fucking.clue.
it felt good. just like hearing that damn song..
breakin the law! breakin the law! breaking the law!
tonight has been kind of confusing.. not just one or two parts of the night... the whole fucking time.. i dont know where my head has been but i cant seem to get my thoughts straight. i feel like im being dispised and ignored for some reason or another; its just adding to my confusion. and god i cant handle any tension coming out of this room. just give me a cigarette, please!
i just have to remember the perfect moment of the weekend was when i was in some random dirty hotel room in downtown san diego, listening to judas priest "breakin' the law" while doing some bad things.. we looked like rock-stars all glitzed up. our entrance was a sight to see: 4 kids all pretty, strolling in through the front door with guitars and 16 inch knives, peacoats and the hair, bandanas and back packs full of who knows what, all fucked out of healthiness. when the morning got too bright we all walked out the same way.. only we knew what happened that night, and they had no.fucking.clue.
it felt good. just like hearing that damn song..
breakin the law! breakin the law! breaking the law!