Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the
girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their
bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure
like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to
shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A
crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of
pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or
shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one
dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long
ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a
curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea
that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby
tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"
exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,
vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like
a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his
mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,
this is art."
You're right, I'm the asshole
And this bitter, jaded attitude is getting me nowhere
But I love this feeling
God help me
What did you think?
What did you expect?
You thought you'd really get to know me?
Better hold your breath
Hold your breath for as long as you can
Why do you look so surprised?
This once was yours and now I made it mine
Don't look disappointed when I say
This is what I wanted
This is what I needed
This is what I'm looking for
And now you're gonna give it to me
Hold your fucking breath
Stop forcing others to eat the tip of your gun.
It's not getting you any brownie points.
Start thinking more positive.
Pretending to be someone else and hiding behind an expensive mask.
You're such a lazy fuck and you don't do anything about it.
Don't be afraid to grow old.
Age can be stopped.
Don't worry, death is your friend.
Though he's a terrible loser.
Brighten up. You're not as fake as these narcissistic, orange skinned sycophants.
Now that your smiling again, I believe it's time to use this power to it's full extent.
I's time to shool the minds of the ignorant and dimwitted humans.
Fill them with the knowledge that will help them survive and live a very empty life.
Look into the mirror. You see that sparkle in your eye?
That sparkle is freedom.
Now it's time to get out there and shine in the rainbows.
Bounce around with the bunnies and Tasmanian devils.
We'll tap dance with the flamingo's and run laps with the ostrich.
Let's go boys, chug some 40's and smoke them cigarettes.
Put your junk away, we don't have time for that.
We'll get buzzed and plot against the world.
Team Galaxy won't know what hit them.
Feel free to eat meat. Even animals eat eachother.
The only compromise is that the leather we wear will have to be made from your bestfriend.
Don't be afraid to worship God or Satan, they're both inside of you already.
Their battle is what causes your headaches.
Don't be afraid to cry.
Be afraid of getting punched for being a baby.
Stop and listen to the birds once in awhile.
Someday you won't be able to hear anything over the gunfire.
Perhaps go have a bastard child.
The corrupt, drug dealing, junky fucker will die before it's appropriate time anyway.
Break some bones, get thrown in the drunk tank, hit a girl, hit your mom, put your life in danger, track down that little prick from 8th grade who spat on you in the hallway, and kill him.
Don't hold back.
Live free.
Fuck lifes rules.
Kill everyone.
Fuck whatever you want.
Prepare for real judgment.
Prepare to die.
Sometimes you wish there was something to say
and when you go to say it you cant think of the words.So your a creep
and have no friends. Arent you still happy? Make yourself happy. Stand
the fuck up and do something about it. Someday there isnt going to be
anyone to cheer you up. Smiling yet? Well atleast you've calmed yourself
down. C'mon little bunny. We're both in this together. Lets go play in the
fields filled with children and ignore them. We'll smoke and stare at the
cloud filled sky. That one looks like a butterfly.
Shit can go wrong, shit can go downhill. Everything is broken up especially when you know everybody around you is inaccurate. Sometime, humanity will overcome the weak willed and they will see that everything is meant to be strong. We all die, so stop crying. Emotions do not mean weakness. They only mean that sometimes things go unexpectedly amiss. But sure enough we will all see that we can cry, laugh, hate, or even love. Though it won't mean a single damn thing later on. It's not time to go to war and die. It's your time for stupidity. Feel loved and hated. Feel what it's like to be alone or loved. Hate your parents for abandoning you. Even watch other peoples lives go down the drain and wish more sorrow upon them. If there is a God, I wish for him to strike upon me now. For I am not quitting until I get my revenge.
Well I guess it is about time to get to this blog... hmmm. Well Kayla, here are some writings from my books. Enjoy.
You miss the way the sky seemed to be at the highest peekof blue.
Back in the day.
That girl you saw at school who was such a mysterious, close-minded, non-social, yet incredibly attractive girl. Now that you know she is hypocritical, naive, and easy, what left is there to like?
I miss when I could look at you so envious.
Now I ask, "What was I thinking?"
Do you still look at her the same way? Do you still play pitifull attempts at undressing her with your eyes? Even if you had never met her you would still think the same. She is still the weird, new, good looking chick.
Maybe...
Possibly...
You just saw the ugly side of things.
You miss the way the sky seemed to be at the highest peek of blue.
But at this time of year..
It's only Grey.
Pretty boy from far away.
No color.
No hate.
We'll some day fly away.
Fly over an ocean of purples and pinks.
We'll land in a field of love making perfection. Stroling through, hand-in-hand watching eachother. Like a slit in the rainbow. The imperfect walking through a dry sea of Flawless.
We're still happy, I promise. There are no poisons in your eyes. Nothing in your mind but you and me, holding hands, imperfect and beautiful.
We'll glide through the orange forest of purity.
We will desicrate their land with sweat of our bodies from the friction we use. We'll live our lives of gray with nothing to lose but eachoher while we walk aimlessly, together, through the valley of life and color.
I promise I won't hold my breath until someone realizes how happy we are.
We'll drink in their negative thoughts as if they will leave some kind of impression.
Your my very secret. My only
secret.
We wont make love, only have
sex.
We dont talk, only touch.
I will never let go,
You never want to be free.
Though we are forever apart. <3
We're taking down this vanity with nothing more to say. Walking across clouds. There's nothing left below, though she's hit rock bottom. This karma's a rusty knife and it's stuck in her stomache. She could try to regurgitate it though the feeling will remain.
You can take her heart and sew it back up. In the end these seams deserve to come undone. Lose everything. Gain nothing. She throws it away realizing she's bringing pain. Stupidity is not considered an art nor self desision, it's a curse.
So tell me girl, where did everyone go? Throwing things away wont make you feel better. And you cant expect sympathy. This depression of yours is well deserved.Thats why she wont cry. She doesnt deserve that relief.
Heaven, where is my angel?
I need her now, holding me.
Heaven, where is my angel?
I need her now, holding me tonight.
You think you're above me,
But now I'm here to end this.
Four words to choke upon,
Look at me now!
There's always something different going wrong.
The path I walk is in the wrong direction.
There's always someone fucking hanging on.
Can anybody help me makes things better?
Her skin reflects behind the blur, I'm intoxicated.
Where am I from? Why I am here? You're so predictable.
Her fingers running through my hair, but it's all just fiction.
She steps out from her underwear, so beautiful!
