Just Pierced my lip
have two tongue rings 2 earings
Im Jared. I love to Dirtbike, Snowboard, Snowmobile, Play a little Guitar and Party.. Occasionally i dance too l[size=4]woot. 4 golds out of a possible 4 yeah we are the shit ahha[/size]ol... thats right dance..[/color][/u][/color]
Taken
Sunrises are the best things to watch after staying up all night
i like to just have fun no matter what
up for anything
i love to cook
add me on myspace... www.myspace.com/JaredACV
ROADTRIP TO TORONTO..... lol hello winnipeg.....---Never forget---
I love to party
When i stare at the ceiling, /
Have you ever, and i mean ever loved somebody
When im wanting to die, /
and they had no idea but you
That cold porcelein keeps me company /
Tried to drop the hints
While very drunk I lie,/
and they just didn't get it??????
In the bathroom on the floor, /
In the wake of Broken dreams, i am here...
Someone comes by and opens the door,/
FOREVER AND ALWAYS <3
Says Man u should have quit,/
I pass out................Oh shit../
MORNINGS FUCKING SUCK
I GOT My TONGUE VIPER PIERCED!!!!!!!!!!!!!---------------------------DO MY BLOG-----------------------
Probably wasn't the greatest idea but ya i have two barbells through my togue
It's so hard for me to apologize
Are You all ready for some Vodka and Sandwiches......eh hurf
**Your voice makes me tremble inside
And your smile is an invitation
For my imagination to go wild.**................
The only things in life you regret, Are the risks that you didn't take.
Silent Predator
Weariness sweeps through my body with each passing moment,
Growing old, tired, or just careless,
I begin to dread each day, for it may bring a sudden end,
For something deep inside me tears through my flesh and bones,
Inching its way nearer to consuming everything i hold dear,
A silent predator nipping at the constructs of my mind,
Indulging itself in tearing down what i have built,
Taking what little i have left to give with no remorse,
I lay in a small room with nothing but the gentle humming of machines,
Machines trying to salvage my mind from my enemy,
He will soon taste the sweet nectar of victory I fear,
Many sleepless nights, wandering through the jungle that is my past,
Unveiling memories so far away, yet still boastfull in essence,
Memories lost are now regained, as if it takes pride in showing me what i will lose,
Insomnia takes hold so not even my dreams, so very sweet, can console my aching mind,
Slipping gradually into unconsiousness, everything seems to slowly fade away,
The machines, The memories, The pain, even the grips of the being inside of my mind,
All just wash away as if I had just woken up from a nightmare,
And i realize this is the end, the months of agony,
coming to such an abrupt halt, i take it as a blessing,
White Jackets flowing into my room, trying to bring me back to everything i have endured,
But this is my time, the end of my journey,
and i embrace it as if it were an old friend
Written BY:
Jared Carlson
Dedicated to Grandpa al Vanberg R.I.P
Growing old, tired, or just careless,
I begin to dread each day, for it may bring a sudden end,
For something deep inside me tears through my flesh and bones,
Inching its way nearer to consuming everything i hold dear,
A silent predator nipping at the constructs of my mind,
Indulging itself in tearing down what i have built,
Taking what little i have left to give with no remorse,
I lay in a small room with nothing but the gentle humming of machines,
Machines trying to salvage my mind from my enemy,
He will soon taste the sweet nectar of victory I fear,
Many sleepless nights, wandering through the jungle that is my past,
Unveiling memories so far away, yet still boastfull in essence,
Memories lost are now regained, as if it takes pride in showing me what i will lose,
Insomnia takes hold so not even my dreams, so very sweet, can console my aching mind,
Slipping gradually into unconsiousness, everything seems to slowly fade away,
The machines, The memories, The pain, even the grips of the being inside of my mind,
All just wash away as if I had just woken up from a nightmare,
And i realize this is the end, the months of agony,
coming to such an abrupt halt, i take it as a blessing,
White Jackets flowing into my room, trying to bring me back to everything i have endured,
But this is my time, the end of my journey,
and i embrace it as if it were an old friend
Written BY:
Jared Carlson
Dedicated to Grandpa al Vanberg R.I.P
Something that has recently come to my attention.........
******Unspoken words lead to broken Hearts*****
Damn those trees!!!! i swear they pop out of nowhere at all
WHOOPS!!! hehe