Blue
I do not look. I see blue. This needs no explaination. Could I ever possibly explain to you the jealousy I simply EXPERIENCE when I see the color blue EXPLAINED?! I see green. It's a particular shade and I maybe think of connotations or primary and secondary colors or something hot and irish, forest, growth, beauty, my obsessions or compulsions or something that I've grown so accustomed to that the sight, thought or mention has the ability to immediately comfort me or just make me smile; warm fuzzy feelings or whatever.
Anyway, I'm pissed and drunk and the template is blue. Make sense? I'm only pissed at myself and the entire fucking world around me but not you or anybody else so it's okay.
Outshine me once again for no reason but the sheer fucking pleasure.
Oh, I actually HAVE to do this. Have fun.
I'm just going to go drink more while you all do everything I fucking could, can't and weep and read, wish for something else or to be someone else or another version of myself. Go play in a junkyard; needles, shards and fun.
Fuck you.
Fuck everyone.
Haha, livejournal is cool. You're too cool, man. Too cool for me. Go read a blog and fuck off.
I said I was done. Said that a lot.
Muahahahaha
Sometimes they come back.
Sometimes dead is better.
Sometimes you wake up, look around, all the lights are off and you realize that there's NOTHING fucking around you. Isn't it fucking weird? There's some shit in your head and it must have come from some place. Must be something outside of you but you can't see shit... hear a foghorn in the distance... Think, "Watch out! Wouldn't want to run into anything! Get hit or whatever." Wonder how the fuck you knew that.
'05 angst. This just me? WhatEVER.
I've been reading up on primitivism and thinking a lot about death. You'll have to excuse me. It's a hobby.
Working on that whole "job thing" right now. *rolls eyes* What the fuck do I know about abandonment though.
I would like to teach a lesson in real subjectivity. It's my favorite thing in the whole world. Hahaha, *muses and does not listen nor sing*
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x4)
And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And you had an affect on our happy talk.
Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm.
Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x3)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm
By the way, did you know that I wander around with no pants, a strap on and a bad joke tattooed to my forehead?
I like fancy stuff, faggot. Will someone do me the honor of telling me how not only uneccessary but unwanted I am in their lives and the world? Cause I haven't quite figured it out yet and I'm in desperate need of some clarification, having this darken, lost moment and all. It's a joke. It's okay.
Keep on keepin' on.
Fuck everybody. Have I said that yet? Once or twice more. Hold up. There's moral AND point on it's way.
Yep yep yep... wait...
*Makes constipated noises*
Okay, once again, fuck everybody. Because the only thing I can ACTUALLY sabotage is my relationship with you, personally. I used to be very personable, actually but then I was an idiot whos judgement was clouded by um... tunnels and stuff. Know what I mean? Like chemicals and stuff that, if they ever TRULY gave a fuck (and this is where I get sarcastic, honestly, this is it. Nothing else.), they would tell you were imbalanced?
It's a joke.
I type to slow and forget. Forgive me for saying anything and not cartoonizing it or trying to make it make sense. Bye again.
No, this is fun. Come on. That's it's only purpose and it's okay.
Goodtimes.
Anyway, I'm pissed and drunk and the template is blue. Make sense? I'm only pissed at myself and the entire fucking world around me but not you or anybody else so it's okay.
Outshine me once again for no reason but the sheer fucking pleasure.
Oh, I actually HAVE to do this. Have fun.
I'm just going to go drink more while you all do everything I fucking could, can't and weep and read, wish for something else or to be someone else or another version of myself. Go play in a junkyard; needles, shards and fun.
Fuck you.
Fuck everyone.
Haha, livejournal is cool. You're too cool, man. Too cool for me. Go read a blog and fuck off.
I said I was done. Said that a lot.
Muahahahaha
Sometimes they come back.
Sometimes dead is better.
Sometimes you wake up, look around, all the lights are off and you realize that there's NOTHING fucking around you. Isn't it fucking weird? There's some shit in your head and it must have come from some place. Must be something outside of you but you can't see shit... hear a foghorn in the distance... Think, "Watch out! Wouldn't want to run into anything! Get hit or whatever." Wonder how the fuck you knew that.
'05 angst. This just me? WhatEVER.
I've been reading up on primitivism and thinking a lot about death. You'll have to excuse me. It's a hobby.
Working on that whole "job thing" right now. *rolls eyes* What the fuck do I know about abandonment though.
I would like to teach a lesson in real subjectivity. It's my favorite thing in the whole world. Hahaha, *muses and does not listen nor sing*
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x4)
And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And you had an affect on our happy talk.
Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm.
Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x3)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm
By the way, did you know that I wander around with no pants, a strap on and a bad joke tattooed to my forehead?
I like fancy stuff, faggot. Will someone do me the honor of telling me how not only uneccessary but unwanted I am in their lives and the world? Cause I haven't quite figured it out yet and I'm in desperate need of some clarification, having this darken, lost moment and all. It's a joke. It's okay.
Keep on keepin' on.
Fuck everybody. Have I said that yet? Once or twice more. Hold up. There's moral AND point on it's way.
Yep yep yep... wait...
*Makes constipated noises*
Okay, once again, fuck everybody. Because the only thing I can ACTUALLY sabotage is my relationship with you, personally. I used to be very personable, actually but then I was an idiot whos judgement was clouded by um... tunnels and stuff. Know what I mean? Like chemicals and stuff that, if they ever TRULY gave a fuck (and this is where I get sarcastic, honestly, this is it. Nothing else.), they would tell you were imbalanced?
It's a joke.
I type to slow and forget. Forgive me for saying anything and not cartoonizing it or trying to make it make sense. Bye again.
No, this is fun. Come on. That's it's only purpose and it's okay.
Goodtimes.