Im always updating on my xanga...Ive neglected this thing.
heh.
well im super super happy lately. ^_^
<3

Brad and I have pictures....^_^
mahahahaha......

I got a ticket for truancy,now ive a court date. Justin,alex,and I decided to go to Mcdonalds for lunch. Cop saw us down the road,bitched,put us in the car,gave us tickets,a lecture,A court date,and sent us to Carrosco. Carroscso gave me ISS,fun fun! And Justin is in more trouble than alex and I because he can now be charged with kidnapping ( ( Read more... )

T-T i...i...I wish i had the chance to see the people I've seen so little of lately.

They would live to fall behind.
She exists without a cover as the story you were never told.
She is living in the shadows to save herself from all catastrophy.
They are the immoral left drowing in conceit.

Desecration
The dancer is not accustomed to such violence.
The agility of her body illustrates what beauty failed to reveal.
We give consent to the vicious.
A perfect response to all that is asked.
The imaginary mirror of our importance,
has shattered into pieces.
We shall become to further define morality.
They have lost.

(VERY CHOPPY,VERY ABSTRACT I HIGHLY DISLIKE)
Striking Revelations,have the loyal fallen?
We dance before the dawn of their persistance.
Vague,
Just As the doctor preformes a lobotony,
can a sonata be heard before the ugly.
The Messiah is in the basement.

Sacrifice your creativity for the sake of the concept.
Strike the ink apon the canvas with all sincerity in your veins.
I reveal the ideas the anatgonist could not create.
The emotion they were to scared to illustrate.
The perfect atrocity.

I am the star behind the curtain that has concealed me.
I lack the modesty within to keep them there much longer.
But the ultra violet lights have blinded the technician.

Vous êtes la solution à l'inconnu.
You are the answer to the unknown.
-Katherine Elaine Hicks

Needles fall from hands that were never thought to hold them. She is ugly. The after life is of the present, your sketching an outline of a well rehearsed play. What is left when things are so secluded? Your absense leads to no euphoria. Tounges are slain in fear of your rejection. We illustrate the imbalance in minority.