Here I Sit, All Broken Hearted
Man I'm fuckin bored. its a littel after midnight and im just wastin time away listenin to music, But it's one of my favorite things to do so whatever. I painted this badass picture with a noh demon mask with clouds and fallling leaves and shit, it ownz. I have found that painting helps me set things straight. It helps me relax and express shit on the inside in an extrovert way way, just like my tattoos. It's the same when i write songs, draw, make music, take a shit, watch old people fall down..... im deranged, but you know i really don't give a fawk about what you think anyway.(unless your a friend of mine) It has been a while since i recently updated so let me think of what has happened since then........
not a whole lot really. I've been thinking a lot of how things were in the past for some reason. People say not to dwell in the past, but i can't help but to think what were to happen if i were to have taken a different path. oh, i found out that were moving to tampa. Yay for that , West Palm Beach blows worse than your momma with a severe case of herpes. moving there will be such a fucking relief, you have no idea. First off, the girl of which i recently discovered i love is there. There's somewhat of an issue to that but thats a story for a different day. Number 2, it just plain kicks the shit out of west palm beach. People here are either: 1)fucking stuck up beetches 2) People who think they are hard as shit therefore they must act like they are a 'gangsta' and where all that shit thats almost falling off of their body ( face it niggers, when u wear pink shirts that droop past your ass you look like a faggot.)or 3) A combination of the two. I know that every place has people like that but there is no end to the people like that here in west palm. Another plus to moving to tampa is that i have very close and rawkin friends that live there. That's a lot more than i can say here. i have 2 or 3 close friends here. oh well thats it for now zombies, pees out beetches
not a whole lot really. I've been thinking a lot of how things were in the past for some reason. People say not to dwell in the past, but i can't help but to think what were to happen if i were to have taken a different path. oh, i found out that were moving to tampa. Yay for that , West Palm Beach blows worse than your momma with a severe case of herpes. moving there will be such a fucking relief, you have no idea. First off, the girl of which i recently discovered i love is there. There's somewhat of an issue to that but thats a story for a different day. Number 2, it just plain kicks the shit out of west palm beach. People here are either: 1)fucking stuck up beetches 2) People who think they are hard as shit therefore they must act like they are a 'gangsta' and where all that shit thats almost falling off of their body ( face it niggers, when u wear pink shirts that droop past your ass you look like a faggot.)or 3) A combination of the two. I know that every place has people like that but there is no end to the people like that here in west palm. Another plus to moving to tampa is that i have very close and rawkin friends that live there. That's a lot more than i can say here. i have 2 or 3 close friends here. oh well thats it for now zombies, pees out beetches