November 2010
14 posts
I was born weak, raised weak.. and now I’m 20 years old trying to reverse it.
Imma victim, yeah I’m a victim… of senior citizens.
as I display an impervious front
take me off your mind.
let me have my own ideas, inquiries, desires.
[as they’re patented]
don’t muddle me with your oppressive existence.
for you’re not my fault.
I thought you were my friend.
you’re actually mischievous, detached from the start.
possibly malicious, with my worst interest at heart.
crack to crumble, we drift apart.
and so this friendship meets its end.
some people just can’t get enough of having parmesan cheese fall from the top of their scalp..
Let’s get your ugly pictures outta here, yea?
I don’t know if I’m pretty or ugly, and I don’t think I ever will.
alright.. so it’s on… Jack Grisham and the ‘West Coast Dukes’… tonight, the next night, then the Echoplex w/ Adolescents, TSOL & Rikk!
this is getting harder and harder for me to deal with.
my domino effect life. one thing after the next..
i just want to wake up without having to stress about something. to have, for once, NOTHING wrong with me.
that is, officially… too much to ask for.
three undecided doctors