I Remain Unrecognized In My Home Town
Duff and i wrote our first good song. Really. The beginning is something like this:
Breaking apart from my home town
I plan to burn these houses down
I'll make you eat your words
And throw up all the songs you learned
And it goes on to state other things i'm apparentally feeling. But really, i wrote it more for Duff who gave me a guideline.
I am still wondering about this, and maybe you can help me out here:
If you are a Cannible and you eat some one with cancer, will you get cancer?
Remind me to go anorexic. I just can't get myself to throw up food. I tried it once. And every time i'd throw up i'd stick a piece of cinnomin trident gum in my mouth and chew and spit it out. Then i'd repeat. And now, well, now i can't eat that gum. So really in retrospect, i've lost instead of gained.
I feel absolutely pathetic right now. I miss my 'old' friends. And by 'old' i mean the friends i was attached at the hip two for about three months straight and am now going cold turkey while they are off doing Trip C's and smoking massive amounts of pot, talking about everything but me. Ain't that some shit?
"My baby! My baby!"
"Bitch, that ain't your baby!"
"Well, ain't that some shit."
Commence moping mode!
Moping mode starting, captain.
Full speed ahead.
Great. I've lost it.
Later.
Breaking apart from my home town
I plan to burn these houses down
I'll make you eat your words
And throw up all the songs you learned
And it goes on to state other things i'm apparentally feeling. But really, i wrote it more for Duff who gave me a guideline.
I am still wondering about this, and maybe you can help me out here:
If you are a Cannible and you eat some one with cancer, will you get cancer?
Remind me to go anorexic. I just can't get myself to throw up food. I tried it once. And every time i'd throw up i'd stick a piece of cinnomin trident gum in my mouth and chew and spit it out. Then i'd repeat. And now, well, now i can't eat that gum. So really in retrospect, i've lost instead of gained.
I feel absolutely pathetic right now. I miss my 'old' friends. And by 'old' i mean the friends i was attached at the hip two for about three months straight and am now going cold turkey while they are off doing Trip C's and smoking massive amounts of pot, talking about everything but me. Ain't that some shit?
"My baby! My baby!"
"Bitch, that ain't your baby!"
"Well, ain't that some shit."
Commence moping mode!
Moping mode starting, captain.
Full speed ahead.
Great. I've lost it.
Later.