keep that smile on your pretty face
stabbings in showers / no washing whatsover / falling asleep reading dracula in the bath
company of a father / many a frined's company - slim, short, fat, tall / two true frineds company and a host of other people
and eccentric film buff critiscising my father and i - we apologised / an exceedling eccentric fat frenchman with an orange beard who proceeded to drag the asian teenage in fesitve cltohing under his desk as he served me / a violent father of an aqquaintance hsoting a game of football
strokes t shirt / strokes t shirt / strokes t shirt
althouguh i managed to piss on my chest on my strokes tshirt friday after school on the daily piss m/josh/leo take in the play park at the back of houses, then ye olde jump over barbed wire fence. i still proceed to wear the shirt and still wear it now.
a goshlty presents / many a christmas present / a most unPRESENTABLE appearance
a teacher is getting told off for telling me off on friday - wicked - could the languages office like me anymore ? no! they gave ME SIX BISCUITS
peaceful cinema viewings / walking down the hihgstreet + driving down the freeway killing mericlessly / running hard down the football pitch
here is a poem i wrote in about may - i liked it then - dont know if its good now?
Throw Off the Joker’s Poker Face, This Masquerade, We Must Replace
Well the joker spoke unto the King,
‘It’s the Queen’s hearts I pursue to win’,
And the king replied unto him,
‘In this I can find no sin,
But what in love is there to gain,
But profound hatred and an abundance of pain,
It is from love I try to refrain,
I’m not lured into this wayward game,
There is not one heart that I aimlessly seek,
For all the hearts they are too weak’
The King said it was secret,
But it was he who told a lie,
He thought the bonds of friendship,
To him did not apply,
He told the joker’s secret,
He whispered to the queen,
But was it malice or was it love, to help the joker, she seemed o’ so keen,
She tells the joker she likes him too,
His heart is a blazing fire,
Her words are twisted, full of deceit,
But her face not born a liar,
She cannot comprehend his love,
She cannot understand,
For the feelings she claims she has,
They are o’ so bland
But her closest friends,
The King and Jack,
Hold a rarity in the pack,
For the hearts they own,
Are not red,
But a nightly, ghastly black,
The Joker’s jokes,
Too fickle,
Too few,
Like Dylan’s Mr. Jones,
Who was o’ so blue,
The joker now,
Comprehends his view,
His jokes they do not come as much,
For he has found the Queen’s wicked touch,
The love he sought was not as much,
As the Queen liked to claim
From the Joker’s deck,
But one card is played,
The innocent Ace of Spades,
For nights and nights,
He cried and cried,
The only answer suicide,
To slip the pill of cyanide,
These painful feelings would subside,
For he believes not to have his love,
Is what we fear below us,
Not what we seek above
For on the outside he may have been ruffled,
On the inside, his feelings shuffled,
But in a matter of a couple of days,
The joker was back to his same old ways,
For a loving card,
Who could understand,
Lent him a helpful, winning hand,
This card pulled him through with will and grace,
No trouble stressed her beautiful face,
For this girl of hearts,
She was the ace,
She unveiled the Joker’s masquerade,
Showed he had more joke cards to be played,
In his sorrows,
He mustn’t wade,
She threw off his poker face,
She set the joker in his place
But both the Joker and Queen,
Did love each other,
But it took the Queen’s wisened mother,
Who could tell,
Neither heart was a bloom,
In each heart was empty room,
For her daughter’s face,
Was a mirror of gloom,
And one night,
Playing their awkward game,
They reveal,
They both feel,
The same,
For they got their wires crossed,
And a what a cost,
For each,
A best friend almost lost,
But was it choice,
Or a simple twist of fate,
For in the Joker’s heart,
Filled was another place,
Of another lover there was a trace,
Had he fallen for the ace?
Thom McCormack
i gave that in in an english class enjoy the scenry
girl band of the week: Bew*tched
company of a father / many a frined's company - slim, short, fat, tall / two true frineds company and a host of other people
and eccentric film buff critiscising my father and i - we apologised / an exceedling eccentric fat frenchman with an orange beard who proceeded to drag the asian teenage in fesitve cltohing under his desk as he served me / a violent father of an aqquaintance hsoting a game of football
strokes t shirt / strokes t shirt / strokes t shirt
althouguh i managed to piss on my chest on my strokes tshirt friday after school on the daily piss m/josh/leo take in the play park at the back of houses, then ye olde jump over barbed wire fence. i still proceed to wear the shirt and still wear it now.
a goshlty presents / many a christmas present / a most unPRESENTABLE appearance
a teacher is getting told off for telling me off on friday - wicked - could the languages office like me anymore ? no! they gave ME SIX BISCUITS
peaceful cinema viewings / walking down the hihgstreet + driving down the freeway killing mericlessly / running hard down the football pitch
here is a poem i wrote in about may - i liked it then - dont know if its good now?
Throw Off the Joker’s Poker Face, This Masquerade, We Must Replace
Well the joker spoke unto the King,
‘It’s the Queen’s hearts I pursue to win’,
And the king replied unto him,
‘In this I can find no sin,
But what in love is there to gain,
But profound hatred and an abundance of pain,
It is from love I try to refrain,
I’m not lured into this wayward game,
There is not one heart that I aimlessly seek,
For all the hearts they are too weak’
The King said it was secret,
But it was he who told a lie,
He thought the bonds of friendship,
To him did not apply,
He told the joker’s secret,
He whispered to the queen,
But was it malice or was it love, to help the joker, she seemed o’ so keen,
She tells the joker she likes him too,
His heart is a blazing fire,
Her words are twisted, full of deceit,
But her face not born a liar,
She cannot comprehend his love,
She cannot understand,
For the feelings she claims she has,
They are o’ so bland
But her closest friends,
The King and Jack,
Hold a rarity in the pack,
For the hearts they own,
Are not red,
But a nightly, ghastly black,
The Joker’s jokes,
Too fickle,
Too few,
Like Dylan’s Mr. Jones,
Who was o’ so blue,
The joker now,
Comprehends his view,
His jokes they do not come as much,
For he has found the Queen’s wicked touch,
The love he sought was not as much,
As the Queen liked to claim
From the Joker’s deck,
But one card is played,
The innocent Ace of Spades,
For nights and nights,
He cried and cried,
The only answer suicide,
To slip the pill of cyanide,
These painful feelings would subside,
For he believes not to have his love,
Is what we fear below us,
Not what we seek above
For on the outside he may have been ruffled,
On the inside, his feelings shuffled,
But in a matter of a couple of days,
The joker was back to his same old ways,
For a loving card,
Who could understand,
Lent him a helpful, winning hand,
This card pulled him through with will and grace,
No trouble stressed her beautiful face,
For this girl of hearts,
She was the ace,
She unveiled the Joker’s masquerade,
Showed he had more joke cards to be played,
In his sorrows,
He mustn’t wade,
She threw off his poker face,
She set the joker in his place
But both the Joker and Queen,
Did love each other,
But it took the Queen’s wisened mother,
Who could tell,
Neither heart was a bloom,
In each heart was empty room,
For her daughter’s face,
Was a mirror of gloom,
And one night,
Playing their awkward game,
They reveal,
They both feel,
The same,
For they got their wires crossed,
And a what a cost,
For each,
A best friend almost lost,
But was it choice,
Or a simple twist of fate,
For in the Joker’s heart,
Filled was another place,
Of another lover there was a trace,
Had he fallen for the ace?
Thom McCormack
i gave that in in an english class enjoy the scenry
girl band of the week: Bew*tched