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I like to write. I like to talk about myself. I like to analyze. I like to imagine. I like to create. I like to do positive things with my free time. I like to drive fast and sing loud. AREN'T WE ALL SO FUCKING CREATIVE?

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

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not abandonment, per se.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

well it seems to be fall


if life is like a box of chocolate. mine must have expired. these chocolates are moldy, their insides are sour. oh god, can i trade mine in. this bitter fucking taste.if life is like a box of chocolate. mine must have expired. these chocolates are moldy, their insides are sour. oh god, can i trade mine in. this bitter fucking tasteif life is like a box of chocolate. mine must have expired. these chocolates are moldy, their insides are sour. oh god, can i trade mine in. this bitter fucking tasteif life is like a box of chocolate. mine must have expired. these chocolates are moldy, their insides are sour. oh god, can i trade mine in. this bitter fucking tasteif life is like a box of chocolate. mine must have expired. these chocolates are moldy, their insides are sour. oh god, can i trade mine in. this bitter fucking tasteif life is like a box of chocolate. mine must have expired. these chocolates are moldy, their insides are sour. oh god, can i trade mine in. this bitter fucking taste. . . . .

i cant shake this little feeling ill never get anything right

[emopoem]
rip it out. set it ablaze.
burn black heart.
vessels burst. they sizzle.

what does a heart smell like when it burns?
cinnamon and cayenne.
pure gasoline.

crumble. fade.
an empty hole will remain.
blood sputters from the veins.
connected to nothing.
the gap in the bridge.
i digress.
watch it fade.
fade.
fade.
fade.
fade.
fade.
fade.

[/emopoem]

Tuesday, September 8, 2009