Man fuck myspace
It's dangerous. Why are people using it like this? It's not even well designed. All we do is lie in wait, commenting on stupid pictures. It's not ever personal. I like livejournal. Jake is right. Livejournal is just a place to fucking talk. Sometimes that's all we need. To post our thoughts and laugh about them later. I'm a pathetic sack of shit, and I'm scared of everything. There's nothing I'd want more than to start a band with my best friend and never have to do shit. Music is the only thing that makes me happy. I hate people, but I don't mind making them smile. The thought that death is always an option is quite comforting. Nietzsche said something along that line, but I don't feel like directly quoting him. Fucking Windows has burned the X button into the corner of my brand new Presario. Less than a week old god damn it.
...
How scary is it to know that emotions are all electronic impulses?
There’s nothing more than that
Computers process “thought” through electrical impulses
Could it be that we are making the ideal little brother?
Right now, though, school is in session
Give it time, my friends, and he’ll soon be the next Einstein
...
Does writing on skin
Make the words sink in
Who cares if you’re technically talented?
This isn’t about technicality
It’s about feeling
You can’t feel technicality, can you?
...
Choking on small talk
Suffocating what little friendship I have
I’m going to have a members' only party
And the invitations won’t ever be sent
...
A gutless gang of cowardly lions
Released from our wrath without trying
Because their victims weren’t human
It wasn’t much of a crime
Yet simply eating the forbidden fruit is a crime
Punishable by death no less
Even a child understands these actions
What is wrong with us?
Does lower to the ground mean lower importance?
Are we simply bored?
Or is this our expression of power?
...
Kill him, you spineless bastard
Kill him, you spineless bastard
Kill him, you spineless bastard
Too weak to win?
You deserved the death, then!
...
Here lies my own protagonist (antagonist in tougher times)
A purgatory cube containing a hellbox containing heaven’s soundtrack
Random internal shivers and a decent bed.
An irritating, poisonous rash
Laceless shoes to make more time for nothing
Dreading the future education.
I need money from a better job
To pay for college
I can get this money by furthering my education
And going to college.
Maybe pay for my cancer surgery
So much to live for.
Yes
Live for the pleasure you won’t remember in tonight’s dream.
Free verse?
No
I can’t speak in free verse.
I must be professional and twist English’s arm
Make it my bitch
It will be awkward but more professional
Collection of words
To be overanalyzed by all
Blame Blink for suicide attempts
I’d kill myself if I listened to that crap too
Line 25
Lying here like a newborn
Am I dead?
...
Near a field a good friend had once shown me
I spent countless hours simply breathing
While my friend’s field was nice
It paled in comparison to mine
I showed him the neighboring field
Not as nice as his, he supposed
Later I grew distant from both friend and field
Both physically and mentally
I felt a longing for an old scenario I could not grasp
So a friend and I traveled to my home town
It is weird that the friendship felt old
I wanted to show him a field I visited as a young boy
He said it was a strange coincidence
To be shown a field so similar to the one he once had
And he took me to his
which was quite close I should say
It was a decent field, not much unlike others
Though Not as nice as mine, I suppose
...
The least important part of the pyramid is the top
Actually, I revoke that statement
Without that topmost piece
There is no reason for support
...
Useless information
Useless information
Useless information
Wait what was I going to say
Fuck
...
Thought process malfunctioning to obtain attention
You like this, don’t you?
Only because it feels more personal, raw, and inexperienced
Now you feel better about yourself.
I wrote this only to be like my heroes.
...
There are some songs that make me want to kill myself
No, they aren’t depressing
Well, they weren’t meant to be
They’re just so amazing.
Who’s in a bunker?
...
How scary is it to know that emotions are all electronic impulses?
There’s nothing more than that
Computers process “thought” through electrical impulses
Could it be that we are making the ideal little brother?
Right now, though, school is in session
Give it time, my friends, and he’ll soon be the next Einstein
...
Does writing on skin
Make the words sink in
Who cares if you’re technically talented?
This isn’t about technicality
It’s about feeling
You can’t feel technicality, can you?
...
Choking on small talk
Suffocating what little friendship I have
I’m going to have a members' only party
And the invitations won’t ever be sent
...
A gutless gang of cowardly lions
Released from our wrath without trying
Because their victims weren’t human
It wasn’t much of a crime
Yet simply eating the forbidden fruit is a crime
Punishable by death no less
Even a child understands these actions
What is wrong with us?
Does lower to the ground mean lower importance?
Are we simply bored?
Or is this our expression of power?
...
Kill him, you spineless bastard
Kill him, you spineless bastard
Kill him, you spineless bastard
Too weak to win?
You deserved the death, then!
...
Here lies my own protagonist (antagonist in tougher times)
A purgatory cube containing a hellbox containing heaven’s soundtrack
Random internal shivers and a decent bed.
An irritating, poisonous rash
Laceless shoes to make more time for nothing
Dreading the future education.
I need money from a better job
To pay for college
I can get this money by furthering my education
And going to college.
Maybe pay for my cancer surgery
So much to live for.
Yes
Live for the pleasure you won’t remember in tonight’s dream.
Free verse?
No
I can’t speak in free verse.
I must be professional and twist English’s arm
Make it my bitch
It will be awkward but more professional
Collection of words
To be overanalyzed by all
Blame Blink for suicide attempts
I’d kill myself if I listened to that crap too
Line 25
Lying here like a newborn
Am I dead?
...
Near a field a good friend had once shown me
I spent countless hours simply breathing
While my friend’s field was nice
It paled in comparison to mine
I showed him the neighboring field
Not as nice as his, he supposed
Later I grew distant from both friend and field
Both physically and mentally
I felt a longing for an old scenario I could not grasp
So a friend and I traveled to my home town
It is weird that the friendship felt old
I wanted to show him a field I visited as a young boy
He said it was a strange coincidence
To be shown a field so similar to the one he once had
And he took me to his
which was quite close I should say
It was a decent field, not much unlike others
Though Not as nice as mine, I suppose
...
The least important part of the pyramid is the top
Actually, I revoke that statement
Without that topmost piece
There is no reason for support
...
Useless information
Useless information
Useless information
Wait what was I going to say
Fuck
...
Thought process malfunctioning to obtain attention
You like this, don’t you?
Only because it feels more personal, raw, and inexperienced
Now you feel better about yourself.
I wrote this only to be like my heroes.
...
There are some songs that make me want to kill myself
No, they aren’t depressing
Well, they weren’t meant to be
They’re just so amazing.
Who’s in a bunker?