CLUSTERFUCKS
so i'm sure you're all sick and tired of hearing me crone on and on with how much i hate my life in contemporary suburbia, but here's more fuel to the fire....
a week or two back {actually two days after thanksgiving} the rear window of my 1995 acura integra was shattered by chunks of cement hurled more than five times at my vehicle.... of course, i wasn't even there, and had just brought my vehicle back from a parking lot in crest hill not more than two days before... fuck erik shmitz... i don't even care if it was him, but this is the last of his shit that i'm taking... with every late phone call, he can simply count that as another part of his body that will be battered and broken... like his deranged drug consumed soul.... if you can even call it a soul... i think he's just all worms inside... which will make the splatters of flesh that much more entertaining.
out of a job for at least two weeks... probably three or four... is suicide really that bad of a choice when you think that you've done all that you care to do with your life?
met a girl at the mall today, cheri, seems like a very nice girl, whom i would definitely like to get to know [what can i say... it really impresses me/turns me on when a girls asks for my phone number and gives me hers... usually i'm the one begging] so i'm going to call her tomorrow/today at some point... noon sounds good to me. not that anybody even really cares what i'm writing here right now, but for my own satisfaction, maybe i'll remember the events of a day this mundane if i write them down... hungry at 2:20 AM? that's always shitty... can't make food without noise for the most part... looks like i'm fucked till morning...
i wrote a poem about the window thing... i'll put it on here
as i look straight down my nose
i still feel my heart beating
ravaging against chains
of your perfect design
a stiff crroked box
you kept me in, LOCKED
as if i were the one
who had sinned
stand firm against a god
while you're floating on that cloud
you made with your glass creations
hidden away, making your own NATION
of dirt, dirty greed, dirty liars
like shit just stood up
and got out of the pot
where you left it
that sunday in june
you've pissed and forgot
everything that you got
like it never was yours
in the first place
you severed all ties
and created more lies
than you could count on your
ten crroked fingers
this anger inside
could burn you alive
like the hatred
you harbor within you
i've given it time
and let you survive
but in the end i'm the one
who'll be laughing
yeah, i guess i just let this LJ thing go till i do something worth talking about... probably why it seems so long between posts.... but that's all some bullshit and that man is intolerable... i want to have faith to put away the dagger, but he lies, cheats and steals. how can i tolerate this veil of virtue hung to hide his method as i smile and laugh and dance and sing his praise and glory?
i think there should be some kind of protection plan against bored teens in suburbia.... like legalizing drugs. all of 'em. fuck it. give us what we want, let us eat cake.
a week or two back {actually two days after thanksgiving} the rear window of my 1995 acura integra was shattered by chunks of cement hurled more than five times at my vehicle.... of course, i wasn't even there, and had just brought my vehicle back from a parking lot in crest hill not more than two days before... fuck erik shmitz... i don't even care if it was him, but this is the last of his shit that i'm taking... with every late phone call, he can simply count that as another part of his body that will be battered and broken... like his deranged drug consumed soul.... if you can even call it a soul... i think he's just all worms inside... which will make the splatters of flesh that much more entertaining.
out of a job for at least two weeks... probably three or four... is suicide really that bad of a choice when you think that you've done all that you care to do with your life?
met a girl at the mall today, cheri, seems like a very nice girl, whom i would definitely like to get to know [what can i say... it really impresses me/turns me on when a girls asks for my phone number and gives me hers... usually i'm the one begging] so i'm going to call her tomorrow/today at some point... noon sounds good to me. not that anybody even really cares what i'm writing here right now, but for my own satisfaction, maybe i'll remember the events of a day this mundane if i write them down... hungry at 2:20 AM? that's always shitty... can't make food without noise for the most part... looks like i'm fucked till morning...
i wrote a poem about the window thing... i'll put it on here
as i look straight down my nose
i still feel my heart beating
ravaging against chains
of your perfect design
a stiff crroked box
you kept me in, LOCKED
as if i were the one
who had sinned
stand firm against a god
while you're floating on that cloud
you made with your glass creations
hidden away, making your own NATION
of dirt, dirty greed, dirty liars
like shit just stood up
and got out of the pot
where you left it
that sunday in june
you've pissed and forgot
everything that you got
like it never was yours
in the first place
you severed all ties
and created more lies
than you could count on your
ten crroked fingers
this anger inside
could burn you alive
like the hatred
you harbor within you
i've given it time
and let you survive
but in the end i'm the one
who'll be laughing
yeah, i guess i just let this LJ thing go till i do something worth talking about... probably why it seems so long between posts.... but that's all some bullshit and that man is intolerable... i want to have faith to put away the dagger, but he lies, cheats and steals. how can i tolerate this veil of virtue hung to hide his method as i smile and laugh and dance and sing his praise and glory?
i think there should be some kind of protection plan against bored teens in suburbia.... like legalizing drugs. all of 'em. fuck it. give us what we want, let us eat cake.