today again
ok so today was fun yet strenous... so i smuggled on 3 ambien and 4 oramorphs as well as bout 3 grams (at least) of pot too.
so loretta wanted to see the pizot during lunch i wanted to go outside and show her but nooooo it was to cold outside. so im showing her and a teacher walks by and seeing loretta freak out and start jumping around soo... he comes over and askes to see what we were exchanging. loretta was freaking out and from the guidance of the jimi hendrix wall mural and many failed attempts of distracting (one was about sanitary napkins...) i finally get an idea i pull out a lighter max handed to me like 3 seconds before and said that thats what loretta handed. he smelled my lighter handed it back and said not to do it again. after he was gone i found out loretta was pretty close to showing him the pot and pills. we definelty would have gotten expelled. and i was also thinking what wouldve happened if i didnt ask max for a lighter? i had one in my backpack but forgot about it wear would i be right now if i hadnt asked for a lighter?
so then i stayed after school with loretta and christina they took a ss test as i talked to my english teacher (she thinks the stroy i wrote was extremely creepy) and got help in math. afterwards we headed to the crack-shack and smoked some pot i gave christina and loretta one pill each of oramorph. so that was alot of fun. then we were climbing on the cliffs and i almost died a couple times. one time i went down a ledge and almost couldnt climb back up!
*hope this friday works out!!*
and the answer to my last quiz who sings this song:
pen thief, i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
i'm hooked up to poison iv and my pulse is irregular.
my body convulses and pain hides behind my eyes.
subtle floods of fluid collect on the floor in the form of blood puddles.
my lungs are sponges, and this pen is a tunnel
for the flesh that i squeeze into the mouth of my funnel.
i whisper my reports to the candles in private,
and try to protect my property from pirates properly,
when and if the plan of attack hatches.
parts of my brain are stained by black patches,
and i calculate the extent of my sickness
by sub-dividing the depths of despair by thickness.
my ideas incubate under my tongue for weeks,
are born, and take form in my cheeks.
when i say when and where, then measily
crumbs become banquets easily.
blankets wrap themselves around shivering swimmers.
a promise sits on the burner and simmers.
i stroke the breast of yesterday morning,
whirlwinds listening for the early warning system.
applying pressure to joints to crack its sockets,
and shove the stolen pens into my jacket pockets.
four in the morning, biting through pencils,
and makeshift writing utensils.
because i'm a pen thief,
i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
pen thief, i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
all i need is a pen to be self-sufficient.
watch my language when the hands reach the twelfth position.
i rob from the blind when i got no choice,
and think to myself in a robot voice.
my hard covered rhyme book complete with gold trimming, to write in with pens that i take from old women.
even if it means a black eye and a swelled lip,
it goes with the territory for a felt tip...pen theif.
i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
because i'm a pen thief, i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers. pen thief.
(when you stop dreaming it's time to die)
the answer:
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
anti-con! yeah its rap i know but the lyrics are ok.
so loretta wanted to see the pizot during lunch i wanted to go outside and show her but nooooo it was to cold outside. so im showing her and a teacher walks by and seeing loretta freak out and start jumping around soo... he comes over and askes to see what we were exchanging. loretta was freaking out and from the guidance of the jimi hendrix wall mural and many failed attempts of distracting (one was about sanitary napkins...) i finally get an idea i pull out a lighter max handed to me like 3 seconds before and said that thats what loretta handed. he smelled my lighter handed it back and said not to do it again. after he was gone i found out loretta was pretty close to showing him the pot and pills. we definelty would have gotten expelled. and i was also thinking what wouldve happened if i didnt ask max for a lighter? i had one in my backpack but forgot about it wear would i be right now if i hadnt asked for a lighter?
so then i stayed after school with loretta and christina they took a ss test as i talked to my english teacher (she thinks the stroy i wrote was extremely creepy) and got help in math. afterwards we headed to the crack-shack and smoked some pot i gave christina and loretta one pill each of oramorph. so that was alot of fun. then we were climbing on the cliffs and i almost died a couple times. one time i went down a ledge and almost couldnt climb back up!
*hope this friday works out!!*
and the answer to my last quiz who sings this song:
pen thief, i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
i'm hooked up to poison iv and my pulse is irregular.
my body convulses and pain hides behind my eyes.
subtle floods of fluid collect on the floor in the form of blood puddles.
my lungs are sponges, and this pen is a tunnel
for the flesh that i squeeze into the mouth of my funnel.
i whisper my reports to the candles in private,
and try to protect my property from pirates properly,
when and if the plan of attack hatches.
parts of my brain are stained by black patches,
and i calculate the extent of my sickness
by sub-dividing the depths of despair by thickness.
my ideas incubate under my tongue for weeks,
are born, and take form in my cheeks.
when i say when and where, then measily
crumbs become banquets easily.
blankets wrap themselves around shivering swimmers.
a promise sits on the burner and simmers.
i stroke the breast of yesterday morning,
whirlwinds listening for the early warning system.
applying pressure to joints to crack its sockets,
and shove the stolen pens into my jacket pockets.
four in the morning, biting through pencils,
and makeshift writing utensils.
because i'm a pen thief,
i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
pen thief, i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
all i need is a pen to be self-sufficient.
watch my language when the hands reach the twelfth position.
i rob from the blind when i got no choice,
and think to myself in a robot voice.
my hard covered rhyme book complete with gold trimming, to write in with pens that i take from old women.
even if it means a black eye and a swelled lip,
it goes with the territory for a felt tip...pen theif.
i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers.
because i'm a pen thief, i sit with my back to the television,
thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page.
the wars i wage are fought to the finish,
with written symbols and nimble fingers. pen thief.
(when you stop dreaming it's time to die)
the answer:
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
;
anti-con! yeah its rap i know but the lyrics are ok.