fuck im bored .........well this is me i smoke i drink and im well very accedent prone (also i cant spell)
and well im not very book smart. but i no things that i should not know like exsplosives guns and fire mmmmmmhh fire ...........



tatts i have.......
celtic cross..... arm
thorns...... right rist
barcode..... neck
flaming eyeball....... left elbow (fucking hurt) soon to be both elbows
and the start of a sleve

soon to come.....
the word pain in japannies on my neck
armorplating (blue and white )on my back












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1-800-SUICIDE
Or maybe Doctor Online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone
To take your place
When you are gone

Thank you for calling 1-800-SUICIDE
If you wish to self terminate by electric shock - press one
For termination by overdose - press two
If you would like to make a reservation to visit our drowning pool - please press three
For termination by hanging - please press four
For death by self inflicting gunshot - press five
To speak to a representative, stay online
If you do not wish to die - please hang up now



Life. Is. A. Bullet. The. Blood. Stains. Will. Prove. It.
It's. Tearing. Through. You. And. Me.
Not. Caring. About. You. Or. Me.

it was stolen from slip


real eyes, realize, real lies

prepare for the worst, then it wont hurt so bad.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results

Dont give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about!

if the majority of the population is weird, then wouldn't weird be normal?

So you found out today your life's not the same... Not quite as perfect as it was yesterday but... And I know it hurts and I know you feel torn... But you never gave up this easily before... So why do you choose today to give it all away...







here kitty kitty kitty






my hero














if u have face book add spike squee there the iguanas in pic 5

wat do i like ,,,,,,well smoking and drinking and sex lol dont worry thats not it., i like to have fun no mater wat .it keeps my mind off things of the past..


hey sarah rember when we ate bugs together










..............CoLd WaS mY SoUl UnToLD WaS ThE PAiN........
............i FaCEd WhEn YoU LeFt Me A rOsE iN ThE RaiN.....
..........So I SwOrE To ThE RaZoR tHaT NeVeR EnChaiNeD.........
.... WoUld YOuR DaRk NaiLs Of FaiTh Be PuSHed ThRouGh My VeiNs agAiN.....


............SiX FeEt DeEp iS ThE iNciSIoN........
.......iN My HeArT ThAt BaRlesS PrIsoN.......
......DiScoLoUrS All WiTh TunNeL VisIoN....

.....SunSetTeR.....NymPheTaMiNe........

........SiCk AnD WeaK FrOm My ConDiTiOn......
.....ThiS LusT ThiS VaMPyRiC AddIcTiOn.......
..........To HEr AlOnE In FulL SuBmisSioN......

................NonE BetTeR....NymPheTaMiNe


haha i stole it from u slip

She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep

She no longer cries to herself
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing

Til everything burns while everyone screams
Burning their lifes
Burning my dreams
All of this hate and all of this pain
Burning all down as my anger reigns
Til everything burns

Walking trough life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their mascarade
No one sees her there
And still she sings







Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door-

"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-

Only this, and nothing more."



Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.



And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

This it is, and nothing more."



Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;

- Darkness there, and nothing more.



Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"

- Merely this, and nothing more.



Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-

'Tis the wind and nothing more."



Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.



Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."



But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said, "Nevermore."



Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never- nevermore'."



But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."



This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!



Then me thought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-

Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted -

Nevermore!

I LOVE GIR


if i was a cartoon i'd fuck her

the saying "O MY GOD"fuck is it annoying
and that i have to work to make money y cant it grow on trees



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reiligoin is going to be mankind downfall .
man has always relied on someone to be the to be a creator or god as an exscuse or an escapegoat to all there problems so nothing can be there fault.
but if some thing so powerfull to creat something like a planet why would he be hiding or letting people not belive in him even let people reck wat he has created
why would he not show him self .
also why would he creat some thing so self destuctive like man.










peoplewho like to give up when shit gets hard