my rib is bruised/broke and everytime my heart pounds i wanna die ( Read more... )

who knows how to make love stay ( Read more... )

i have a bad habit of tearing skin off my lips with my teeth
black eyes...skull fractures... day dreams of slamming a full unopened can of busch light into the gangster bitches face and pressing charges...
i wanna be closer to enlightenment

i finally did it. finally frickin did it. i lost my precious golden zippo. epitome of tragedy. i really dont know what im going to do.

tippy cup
busch lite
cheap hotels
smeared lipstick
burnt spinach pizzas

we played spin the bottle/striptease. drinking beer and captain morgan while sitting in my underware with duct tape over my nipples and lipstick everywhere. we played well into the morning when the weather was gorgeous. stepped onto the porch duct tape intact until some lady yelled at us to put some clothes on. 45 minutes later a cop knocked on the ( Read more... )

drove my car illegally again today and brought my sassy/charming miniature pinscher, vaquita
lips so chapped theyre bleeding
im gonna make sweet hate to ya

ok so i dont have my drivers license. its been suspended because i got a dui blahblahblah. i havent driven in months because ive been too scared, my car is pretty recognizable. paintings, bumper stickers, dents, plus its a huge honking boat with couches as seats. right, so i start up my beast (her names angie)... and my frickin cd player isnt ( Read more... )

i never get sick. even when i sleep in the same bed with someone who is sick. my immune system kicks virus ass. but... my glands under my jawbone are swollen. last night when i slept i was shaking/shivering with goosebumps yet my fever made me sweat, and that made me even colder. i havent been taking my vitamins or eating good. too much busch light ( Read more... )

Comrade of mine, beggar girl, monstrous child! How little you care ( Read more... )

im not gonna chase her anymore 'cause bitches aint nothing but hoes and tricks
killed another pair of tights, teal blue, first night
smoke that struck me dumb and made it impossible to speak
cardboard flavored cigarettes
library= rum diary (hopefully)