Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
shedding skin
i guess what i really want to say is that i'm tired of this life. i don't mean the people i know now, but more or less of this stage of life. college, work, college work, college, work, college work, test, test, test, blah blah blahblahlabasdfblahbdbaalahablahabdfljdkf35q8(pro5jk87366374Q67Yu3^%#*9ui3y^%#Y
i already want to be into my career and with my family. it's kind of weird to want right? actually shut up i don't care if it is. you suck anyways. haha. cool.
i realized that this person built themself up to be perfect, and in reality that was their biggest flaw. what a lame ass.
i completely agreed with this lady on larry king. that's the first time that's ever happened. APPLAUSE.
sleep.
i already want to be into my career and with my family. it's kind of weird to want right? actually shut up i don't care if it is. you suck anyways. haha. cool.
i realized that this person built themself up to be perfect, and in reality that was their biggest flaw. what a lame ass.
i completely agreed with this lady on larry king. that's the first time that's ever happened. APPLAUSE.
sleep.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
tick tock tick tock
i heart huckabees makes me not know what the fuck i want.
out of everything.
i go to jack in the box, and i think, what is the coincidence of picking a taco over a jumbo jack...
what the hell?
strep does weird things to you. sore neck. sore back. sudden crave for sodas.
i really want a box of old photographs.
Monday, September 21, 2009
new covers
he started to catch on. "and then you can think it's me, babybebebooboobehbehbabababababa"
under blankets you'll find silk, birthdays, gasps of air.
rosy cheeks never looked so good.
this aint art mother fucker, this is SANITY.
under blankets you'll find silk, birthdays, gasps of air.
rosy cheeks never looked so good.
this aint art mother fucker, this is SANITY.
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