Saturday, November 02, 2002

They found a small piece of scrap metal lodged in his throat,next to a moth cacoon and a red shoelace.he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt,picking dirt from underneath his fingernails and listening to "Dirty Boots" by Sonic Youth.He wiped the crust from his eyes and glared lovingly at the sun,and that's when the train hit him.
she could be heard muttering some inane babble,diguised as a prayer,while she hid in the meat locker.Cold and frightend with tears rolling down her cheek,she waited for the boogie man to finish her off.He approached her and let a single tear fall from his left eye,just before he threw the bed out the window and screamed,plunging the butcher knife into his gut and letting the blood flow out like a river of hellfire.

"Their walls of their mouths will be the dam,overlfowing with ash and bone" he thought.

She had escaped,and he began stalking her around the broken down carrosell,stopping only to watch the dragon flies gather around his wounds.he finds her hanging from a tree top.He then took a bite of the razor wire that was wrapped around her throat like a ribbon,and that fire that burned in his gut had now converged into his mouth,more powerful than it had ever been before.
"Starbelly" by J.R. Hayes.

Dear Everything,
Today i witnessed a crucifixion of lavender and gold.I heard people say that beauty is in the details,but i don't think they have ever seen you.There were mortal wounds inflicted on the sky and incriminating blue stains on my shirt.The shirt you bought for me.Christ it hurts.Like stars in my belly going supernova.I feel like a zombie tha refuses to live.Haunting the junkyards and cutting myself on scraps of you.The other day i masturbated to pictures of you at your birthday party.They were the only ones i still had.It felt so wrong,just like my life.

I hope i'm dead by the time you read this.
I Love You.

Wednesday, October 30, 2002

someday i'm going to realise my dream of starting a pointless math-core band.we will be called The Steve Perry Syndrome.

PI=3.14 and X=MY PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
If x=-b+-x tohe 64th power common logic would point to YOUR DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!

enough skylarkings.

Monday, October 28, 2002

"Do You Realise" by The Flaming Lips could quite possibly be the most beautiful song of the year.

i mean you can be at the ass end of a noose or just about ready to dive off a cliff head first onto a big pile of pointy rocks,and then this song will come on and the world will just seem like a brighter,prettier place than it really's a pop song with real heart and real emotion behind it,unlike Avril Laaveeen,Pink,or any other supposed "artist".

why can't life be this beautiful and perfect?i guess if it was i would be able to appreciate the greatness of the Flaming Lips,so i hope the world continues to be a drak,miserable place,just so i can turn on "Do You Realise" and put a big stupid smile on my big stupid face.

Sunday, October 27, 2002

Daylight Savings Time is a filthy hoo-or.