Oxys took a turn on me
Hearts and thoughts, they fade away.
I've changed by not changing at all.
I'm entering a phase bombarded by indecision, where a man like me can easily let the day slip away.
The fucking singer in Torque decided he wasn't down with me after all. So now Joes not talking to me very much. He's siding with that nickelback motherfucker on having someone else play for them.
(actual conversations)
Duane and Deric (torque singer)
"Your bass playing's just too flashy. It's a distraction from what we're doing on the guitar."
"Umm...So you want me to dumb it down a bit?"
"Yes"
"Go fuck yourself."
Duane and Deanne(Perpetual self made victim girl)
"So I'm leaving my husband."
"Finally, I thought you would have left after he drove over you repeatedly with the car."
"we're getting the divorce papers signed tomorrow, and I've been seeing my ex-boyfriend Tom again."
"The one that held a gun to your head and pushed you out a moving car?"
"Yes."
"Get out of my house."
silence
"Now!"
I've got a splitting headache. It stretches from my ass to my ears. 15 mgs of oxy. Nose burns. Everythings so bright. Everythings so holy...except for me. Everyone's made better by their imperfections...except me. I threw up. I spun. I shook. Vertigo. Lying on bathroom tiles watching the bright and perfect lightbulb. I'm a moth when I vomit. What are you?
I want to take a shower.
Bye Journal Junkies.
The Almighty G-Zoo says "What's up Home shizzles?"
I've changed by not changing at all.
I'm entering a phase bombarded by indecision, where a man like me can easily let the day slip away.
The fucking singer in Torque decided he wasn't down with me after all. So now Joes not talking to me very much. He's siding with that nickelback motherfucker on having someone else play for them.
(actual conversations)
Duane and Deric (torque singer)
"Your bass playing's just too flashy. It's a distraction from what we're doing on the guitar."
"Umm...So you want me to dumb it down a bit?"
"Yes"
"Go fuck yourself."
Duane and Deanne(Perpetual self made victim girl)
"So I'm leaving my husband."
"Finally, I thought you would have left after he drove over you repeatedly with the car."
"we're getting the divorce papers signed tomorrow, and I've been seeing my ex-boyfriend Tom again."
"The one that held a gun to your head and pushed you out a moving car?"
"Yes."
"Get out of my house."
silence
"Now!"
I've got a splitting headache. It stretches from my ass to my ears. 15 mgs of oxy. Nose burns. Everythings so bright. Everythings so holy...except for me. Everyone's made better by their imperfections...except me. I threw up. I spun. I shook. Vertigo. Lying on bathroom tiles watching the bright and perfect lightbulb. I'm a moth when I vomit. What are you?
I want to take a shower.
Bye Journal Junkies.
The Almighty G-Zoo says "What's up Home shizzles?"