Dr. Pickaxe will see you in his office now Mr. Cranium, he emphasized its urgency.

[ishavemywebbos]

Back to the journal days I suppose. No one can resist their charm. I mean, come on, promoting worthless feelings to the public in hopes that they'll feel some sort of inexplicable pain deep down inside of me???? Seemingly, I considered myself far above it for a while there. Here I am apprehensively pulling myself back down into the deep nether-regions. The dark side can be attractive? I never knew. Either way, I'm back niggers. I feel like posting some poetry or lyrics of some sort. And I do what I want on my journal. Cause its whose journal? My journal. Yes.

Dirty-

It's really hotter than it seemed to be
And I could never really say what I meant to
What was left inside the pale imagery
Was weeping...only to be cleansed.

But someday the song will be perfect

Perfect for everyone to see,
Only once splattered with the mud of insult-
I never really wanted to stand again

But I am as perfect
As a perfect failure can be.