tatoo
Hey guys..
hows its hangin?
Apparently i didnt go to Track again today cause i didnt want too. Mk..so today is St. Patricks day...me and ray didnt wear green so we decided to pinch people who did wear it! haha that was great ray we own.
ok well i day unil til SPRING BREAK!!
Guess what...i gave myself a tattoo. Yup tis true. I dont know if its gonna work or not though..kinda hope so.
ok this is what you do.
-cut the tattoo into your body with scissors, razor, knife...
-fill the open body wound with ink and let the ink dry into the wound. I sure as hell hope i dont get ink poising.
-let the ink dry in the wound and it should stay like that. (if not you have a perty little scar instead of a tattoo)
I have to hind this from the parentals though.
mk facts...
What is it? A heartagram after one of my favorite bands...HIM...its not for that ugly BAM.
and just for all you stupid people who dont know what a heartagram looks like:
((just the shape not the words dumbass)
Where? Right hip.
Its awesome!
Those tire tracks
zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
the wincing relatives...
you bid her farewell then got in your car
and that's the last thing that you can recall.
and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
her tired underpants...
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her
she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital
you got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]
She met him a week after you left her
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her.
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
♥
hows its hangin?
Apparently i didnt go to Track again today cause i didnt want too. Mk..so today is St. Patricks day...me and ray didnt wear green so we decided to pinch people who did wear it! haha that was great ray we own.
ok well i day unil til SPRING BREAK!!
Guess what...i gave myself a tattoo. Yup tis true. I dont know if its gonna work or not though..kinda hope so.
ok this is what you do.
-cut the tattoo into your body with scissors, razor, knife...
-fill the open body wound with ink and let the ink dry into the wound. I sure as hell hope i dont get ink poising.
-let the ink dry in the wound and it should stay like that. (if not you have a perty little scar instead of a tattoo)
I have to hind this from the parentals though.
mk facts...
What is it? A heartagram after one of my favorite bands...HIM...its not for that ugly BAM.
and just for all you stupid people who dont know what a heartagram looks like:
((just the shape not the words dumbass)
Where? Right hip.
Its awesome!
Those tire tracks
zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
the wincing relatives...
you bid her farewell then got in your car
and that's the last thing that you can recall.
and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
her tired underpants...
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her
she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital
you got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]
She met him a week after you left her
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her.
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
♥