destruction is a form of creation

[like_communists]

(also dec. 11th/06)

just a character

being nobody but pretending you're somebody
living through movies
a glowing box,screen, stage, script. whatever.

and nobody in the audience had any idea.

you're never home anymore & you're fucking everybody you know (not literatly, you know what i mean)
your space is his space is her space is Myspace. "MYspaceeee"
breathe,
let go.
and you feel numb now, inarticulate, braincells popped.
BLANK, DULL
small.

missing school for a boy you like,
who you don't even know or really trust yet,
but you have to trust.. because he's your boyfriend...
and "boyfriends and girlfriends trust each other"..
so that makes you vulnerable again, and you don't know if that's a
good or bad thing..
and you don't even think he likes you.
So now you write about it, because if you try to talk about it
you stutter and you shrug your shoulders
"i dunno , ...... i dunno"
i dunno.
i don't know much

NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE
not.