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yes i m usre tht i have deticated many an ode to people who were just too busy to read. hear. love. exempt. common" oh man shes a bitch,"
who was i spossed to be// cause i know that im not here
hear hear
if anyone were to read my silly livejournal typings . they would see
.. that they are just like everyone else here. im just lonely when i write on here anymore. but once in a while i get lost into the interwebs of webness and i just go. you know what i mean? you ...silent one.. who doesnt exist. yes infact i have to declare. but for anyone who wished that i wasnt all full of nonsense and stuff like things that creep up and typos wrap around what youre trying to get across, those nites where i was too dfrunk to touch the right keys and was so upset just because i couldnt spill my guts to browsing webber eyes. sorta like fishs' gills. our eyes must see flashes of lites mesmorising wonderball.
and i never thought i would kneel down to that same realization. i am an alcoholic sometimes too much to hide. and i tried to tell him. "no im not always..." argh blender=whirrrr,so then i was whisped up top to the roof. where all the sparkles fall outside upside down. and no im never been. shant be an ever was.
and the little prince. and babies. and wishes. and pills that stopped my wishes before i knew id ever wish them. and then saying no about drugs i didnt know. then meeting them and loving them half heartedly. ecstacy tugging on my sneakers' shoelaces to breathe up my thigh and then reach my pepperminted lip.
without me ever stopping. alexa coming over when she was so close to having adri. telling her about drugs. i wonder what i looked like to her. or anyone at the time.and what about now. i hide from sharks who wrestle after school. i wish time was real.
i think its sorta silly that we bow down to so many illusions. in just one day/illusion
i want to go snorkling with A humming birds
joe doesnt answer his phone
i could have sex with a million chinese men and start a new world record by having a baby platter of fried eggs instead of babies over and over
sofukme
who was i spossed to be// cause i know that im not here
hear hear
if anyone were to read my silly livejournal typings . they would see
.. that they are just like everyone else here. im just lonely when i write on here anymore. but once in a while i get lost into the interwebs of webness and i just go. you know what i mean? you ...silent one.. who doesnt exist. yes infact i have to declare. but for anyone who wished that i wasnt all full of nonsense and stuff like things that creep up and typos wrap around what youre trying to get across, those nites where i was too dfrunk to touch the right keys and was so upset just because i couldnt spill my guts to browsing webber eyes. sorta like fishs' gills. our eyes must see flashes of lites mesmorising wonderball.
and i never thought i would kneel down to that same realization. i am an alcoholic sometimes too much to hide. and i tried to tell him. "no im not always..." argh blender=whirrrr,so then i was whisped up top to the roof. where all the sparkles fall outside upside down. and no im never been. shant be an ever was.
and the little prince. and babies. and wishes. and pills that stopped my wishes before i knew id ever wish them. and then saying no about drugs i didnt know. then meeting them and loving them half heartedly. ecstacy tugging on my sneakers' shoelaces to breathe up my thigh and then reach my pepperminted lip.
without me ever stopping. alexa coming over when she was so close to having adri. telling her about drugs. i wonder what i looked like to her. or anyone at the time.and what about now. i hide from sharks who wrestle after school. i wish time was real.
i think its sorta silly that we bow down to so many illusions. in just one day/illusion
i want to go snorkling with A humming birds
joe doesnt answer his phone
i could have sex with a million chinese men and start a new world record by having a baby platter of fried eggs instead of babies over and over
sofukme