Its long but it's all about loving you.
"What have I become?
my sweetest friend,
everyone I know know goes away in the end."
I think so much....like in so many directions....sorting out possibility and paranoia....lust and harm.And then,and then yes the wonderful poets clique;Love.I don't understand it.
I dont think its real ...well only as real as a good drunk on irish beer.
I have passion...my art gives me a hard on,I wanna fuck everywall I paint and dig my nails in it.I feel passion for those perfect comments at the right time from someone I like to be around.I think thatt word is "friend" but I'm not sure on that meaning either.
I heart nostalgia,I heart soft conversation and cuddling.
These will have to be my heroin.
But with all this manifests me.....hitchhiking,drink like mad and making up poetry on the spot,quitting heroin,doing coke till 5 am while disscussing Agnes Wired For Sounds record deal with columbia (yes i will be the official artist...I may get rich yet) But then I cant explain to anyone why I down 205 pills and woke up happy the next morning....err afternoon.
I felt empty there were pillls my hand moved.
Do you know how much I care about people for all my blasphemys,for my disregard for the general masses,and proper ettique for public.I am the urge of a wild energy inside
and somthing won't let me die
and maybe I shouldnt.
i held the touch on my wrist to a cat scratch and said....it's time to get done.Fuck this corporate whored supermarket suicide mission to the trash bag.bullocks!
i need to live like you won't
overdose.
Its nothing depressing really,not an attention thing....it's just well.....umm I get bored sometimes and Ive never really been afraid to die.
why be?
So what i need maybe is some affairs,more scaling of buildings but this time to paint a huge neon jesus holding a coke can,and i wanna hitchhike to see all of you and give you a fucking hug and cooked some awesome general tso's chicken for you.,I wanna jump trains high on coke a jager....I wanna be naked on the white sand beaches of florida.
I dont want your stress
your lithium marinade
your dick in my mouth politics
your drug addicted lying personality
you leaving me alone crying because you can't understand wanting to live.....really fucking live.
bless you all
tiana
girl on fire
smoofy
peeink
vanity_overkill
havojk
inanna
Lakini Malich
copperwindow (who needs to get at my skary self,I know nostalgia can be bad sometimes,but you havent known me...just a him)
I wanna drop love to
Bussboy
Methodman
jesus
annefrank
william s. burroughs
ralph nader
jello biafra
john waters
fuk yea
my sweetest friend,
everyone I know know goes away in the end."
I think so much....like in so many directions....sorting out possibility and paranoia....lust and harm.And then,and then yes the wonderful poets clique;Love.I don't understand it.
I dont think its real ...well only as real as a good drunk on irish beer.
I have passion...my art gives me a hard on,I wanna fuck everywall I paint and dig my nails in it.I feel passion for those perfect comments at the right time from someone I like to be around.I think thatt word is "friend" but I'm not sure on that meaning either.
I heart nostalgia,I heart soft conversation and cuddling.
These will have to be my heroin.
But with all this manifests me.....hitchhiking,drink like mad and making up poetry on the spot,quitting heroin,doing coke till 5 am while disscussing Agnes Wired For Sounds record deal with columbia (yes i will be the official artist...I may get rich yet) But then I cant explain to anyone why I down 205 pills and woke up happy the next morning....err afternoon.
I felt empty there were pillls my hand moved.
Do you know how much I care about people for all my blasphemys,for my disregard for the general masses,and proper ettique for public.I am the urge of a wild energy inside
and somthing won't let me die
and maybe I shouldnt.
i held the touch on my wrist to a cat scratch and said....it's time to get done.Fuck this corporate whored supermarket suicide mission to the trash bag.bullocks!
i need to live like you won't
overdose.
Its nothing depressing really,not an attention thing....it's just well.....umm I get bored sometimes and Ive never really been afraid to die.
why be?
So what i need maybe is some affairs,more scaling of buildings but this time to paint a huge neon jesus holding a coke can,and i wanna hitchhike to see all of you and give you a fucking hug and cooked some awesome general tso's chicken for you.,I wanna jump trains high on coke a jager....I wanna be naked on the white sand beaches of florida.
I dont want your stress
your lithium marinade
your dick in my mouth politics
your drug addicted lying personality
you leaving me alone crying because you can't understand wanting to live.....really fucking live.
bless you all
tiana
girl on fire
smoofy
peeink
vanity_overkill
havojk
inanna
Lakini Malich
copperwindow (who needs to get at my skary self,I know nostalgia can be bad sometimes,but you havent known me...just a him)
I wanna drop love to
Bussboy
Methodman
jesus
annefrank
william s. burroughs
ralph nader
jello biafra
john waters
fuk yea