crimson

bloody velvet ropes pull

on my artificial artichoke life.

many-shelled and hiding,

soft innards dribble out

followed by maniacal laughter.

languid after the bloodletting,

a thirst for the essence of superficial

beauty must be fulfiled.

that is why we must kill,

for all the loss and heartbreak.

stresssss!

skewl is kewl when ur a ghoul!
muhahahaha

by the way,

PUNK's NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Party Pifol!!!

Hows it going?

Did you say life sucks?

awww..................

Well, there's always.......

Herbal Medication!!!

Go ahead, be happy!

this drill is letting out the pressure in my head.
ahhh.

then i notice that ants are crawling out, and i try to brush them off.
too late.
i am crying ants.
i am sweating ants.
i am bleeding ants.

then come the maggots.

then the rot.
then, nothing.

wrote one.
fuckd up tho.
neway, it said something like:

shoot me, i don't give a fuck.
but, expect me to shoot back.

and some other dramatic bullshit.
thanks to L.J., i can be direct.
i heart L.J... not.

radio satan here, broadcasting large, and in charge folks.

In current news, etienne is failing 4 subjects.

Yes, that's a grand total of 4 uncle sam lovin',  grandpa killin' subjects, the whole kip n' kaboodle!

Wohoo!

Here's to another year livin' the Highschool life! 

I am 74% Tortured Artist.

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well, i woke up the other day, and my momma, she  told me to write light, and now i am.

write light

warmth gives birth to the smallest things.
it allows everything to survive.
when the sun blows up, we probably won't feel it for a long time, seeing as how far away from it we are.
we'll probably just freeze to death.
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