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so i didnt really want to do this....
um i duno ive just been hanging out the last week. ive hung out with a lot of cool people and done some pretty cool shit. we went to the hose factory wich was rather badass. red batteries are good. ive been hanging out with jon a lot cause everyone else is way cooler than that. i think im goin to college soon which will be cool. ive also been hanging out with nikki quite a bit cause shes an extremely cool cat. fuck warped tour, but it shall be good. it always is and the steemroller will be revived once again in the downtown streets of pontiac. leftover crack is playing in september at alvins. what a fucked up show that will be but it will be sweet so ill be there. im so sick of work and its gayer than life but thankfully im quitting both. the fordirelifesake release show is approaching and that will be good. if you arent going you suck hard. and i dont just say that because im going by myslef cause everyones dumb. yeah. between the buried and me...These hours seem like years… I’ve been staring at this wall, wondering when it’s going to take all of our lives. I’m jus glad we have jokes. I think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep…. This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one away from conversation. (They’re on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The third adult is a male and talks too much. The room storms with laughter… four turn to a hundred and the noise is unbearable. “It’s time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!” I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell… I never wanted to wake to this. I have experienced nothing, yet I feel I’m the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to change things… I can’t fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE noise STOPS Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline. “Tonight is our death”. The clowns then begin to slash each other… the skies open up; the flames pour in… the world watched in awe. MESMERIZED. The population soon follows the clown’s lead. Death is in the air. The three adults once again start talking… they ask questions of faith and love. “We shall live past these days, rid of all we’ve done.” I see what they mean now… but the retched smell has overcome… I am gone… THE BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE WORLD… Awake… The five of us haven’t spoken in hours. Sitting alone to our own thoughts. Only we will know what strange things boredom has created.
i know now that im the only who possesses true happiness. we must play on. kkeep the beat, we tap our feet... screams add a new feel to what weve perfected so dear. well play to our deaths for we possess true happiness. we are finally free. dying with our one passion, music: the greatest wealth of them all. we must play on.
um i duno ive just been hanging out the last week. ive hung out with a lot of cool people and done some pretty cool shit. we went to the hose factory wich was rather badass. red batteries are good. ive been hanging out with jon a lot cause everyone else is way cooler than that. i think im goin to college soon which will be cool. ive also been hanging out with nikki quite a bit cause shes an extremely cool cat. fuck warped tour, but it shall be good. it always is and the steemroller will be revived once again in the downtown streets of pontiac. leftover crack is playing in september at alvins. what a fucked up show that will be but it will be sweet so ill be there. im so sick of work and its gayer than life but thankfully im quitting both. the fordirelifesake release show is approaching and that will be good. if you arent going you suck hard. and i dont just say that because im going by myslef cause everyones dumb. yeah. between the buried and me...These hours seem like years… I’ve been staring at this wall, wondering when it’s going to take all of our lives. I’m jus glad we have jokes. I think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep…. This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one away from conversation. (They’re on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The third adult is a male and talks too much. The room storms with laughter… four turn to a hundred and the noise is unbearable. “It’s time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!” I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell… I never wanted to wake to this. I have experienced nothing, yet I feel I’m the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to change things… I can’t fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE noise STOPS Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline. “Tonight is our death”. The clowns then begin to slash each other… the skies open up; the flames pour in… the world watched in awe. MESMERIZED. The population soon follows the clown’s lead. Death is in the air. The three adults once again start talking… they ask questions of faith and love. “We shall live past these days, rid of all we’ve done.” I see what they mean now… but the retched smell has overcome… I am gone… THE BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE WORLD… Awake… The five of us haven’t spoken in hours. Sitting alone to our own thoughts. Only we will know what strange things boredom has created.
i know now that im the only who possesses true happiness. we must play on. kkeep the beat, we tap our feet... screams add a new feel to what weve perfected so dear. well play to our deaths for we possess true happiness. we are finally free. dying with our one passion, music: the greatest wealth of them all. we must play on.