um. shit?
hmm. so my mom is out rite now talking to grandview high's principal about letting my little brother jared go there and she's gonna also go to grandview alternative skewl ta try and get me in there (kuz im more STUPID). heh. ummmm, other then that everything is kewl. i um, went out last night to work with adam, putting up more siding on that small house ((not too hard)oh btw i wrk in construction).... and yeah. haha. got stoned b4 we started. makes work fun. so we got stoned then blasted guttermouth and pink floyd while we worked VERY slowly, haha. then we quit, we have to finish today cuz we didnt finish. but i am still sick. ugh. my throat dont hurt anymore. but it still itches. fuck. anyone wanna d/l a kik ass mother fuckin song? try Pennywise "peaceful day".... hah. thats for if yer into real punk. so yeah. who know exactly what the age is to get to move out in the state of missouri... cuz me and adam think it's 17 and we even asked a cop. (muther fuckin pigs) and he said it was 17 too. BUT mell says her and her lawyer friend know that it's 18. bleh. heh. well comment me and tell me if u know. shit. haha. like any one will really comment me. i dunno enough people on here. i dont give a fuck though. i aint in this for you. FUCK . im bored. ima go finish brave heart. adam inturrupted me yesterday wen i was waching it and i left with him. so ima go finihs it. here ima leave all you ass's with some lyrics i wrote.
POSERS
(By seth)
Silent screams of terror and pain,
I can not express these feelings I feel,
Wrenching at my heart,
Tearing me apart.
Running from this pain you say I lack,
Coming up through my body it aches,
Turning around to see nothing but fakes,
Punks try and down me, but it doesn’t work,
So round in the shadows am I s’posed to lurk,
I will not put up with this shit that u say,
All u do is try to run-me-a-way,
Knowing nothing about me, u say I am wrong,
Constantly tell me that I don’t belong,
U bastards you think that u know everything,
About punk and rock but not how it stings,
To be told yer no one, “you’re nothing to me”,
And now all I want is to - just - be - free,
Free of this racism and public display,
Of hurting and anger as my feelings decay,
I’ll never be you, I’ll never be cruel,
To no one- to that one- to people like you,
Cuz I am not evil, nor do I enjoy,
To put down and stomp down, to use like a toy,
The people who need me to help them see,
Who they are inside them, so just- leave- them- be,
Seth Edelinski ©
POSERS
(By seth)
Silent screams of terror and pain,
I can not express these feelings I feel,
Wrenching at my heart,
Tearing me apart.
Running from this pain you say I lack,
Coming up through my body it aches,
Turning around to see nothing but fakes,
Punks try and down me, but it doesn’t work,
So round in the shadows am I s’posed to lurk,
I will not put up with this shit that u say,
All u do is try to run-me-a-way,
Knowing nothing about me, u say I am wrong,
Constantly tell me that I don’t belong,
U bastards you think that u know everything,
About punk and rock but not how it stings,
To be told yer no one, “you’re nothing to me”,
And now all I want is to - just - be - free,
Free of this racism and public display,
Of hurting and anger as my feelings decay,
I’ll never be you, I’ll never be cruel,
To no one- to that one- to people like you,
Cuz I am not evil, nor do I enjoy,
To put down and stomp down, to use like a toy,
The people who need me to help them see,
Who they are inside them, so just- leave- them- be,
Seth Edelinski ©