Medication, for us all.
Lately childhood has been making a mockery of the present. No longer willing to accept the shift and necessary growth, it runs. This is where lines meet lies adding separate names along with unfamiliar faces. Or maybe, these faces are more familiar than we could have ever possibly presumed? Regardless, these faces are a joke. Born dumb to the world surrounding, coke bottle frames enhance and see through the disguise on an unfitting clone. This is where the rats flood in. Yearning to talk with fists, she picks out anything worth the faking. Luckily, with flakes and bombthreats, this is no surprise.
Oh well. Children will be children and boys will fuck girls, as they say.
Yet conquer the willing as if they were putting up a fight.
Guns blazing, blood spilling- you know, that sort of thing.
Psychotic is an understatement when you're killing with the knife fucked from your head.
Sadly, through twilight, I was kissed by an angel.
In the slow moments of tumbling disaster, faces danced across my eyelids as though biding their goodbyes. Every flip was torture and as the third arrived, my mind went dark. Seconds later, the pitter patter of her tiny feet and his limp body dragging out the window were the main attraction. Through the rubble a blazing breakdown filled the night. Shortly unanswered receivers were the craze. Requests were fulfilled while denied all at once and as I held them, I knew I was worth it.
Soon, police lights came flooding.
The night refused to end.
Thank god we're all okay.
Jenni, Joey, and I got in a car accident this morning. The truck tumbled over three times. Jenni is somewhat beat up, as is Joey but over all they are both fine.
I lucked out and am just sore as fuck.
I love you all. Well, some of you.