Saturday, November 16, 2002

so this is what it's like to never touch a rose.to never scream into a lover's ear and lick the blood that flows out.i've seen you dance like a skeleton in my head every night.and i wish that it was me biting down on your tounge.i wish it was me pulling your hair by the roots just to see you smile.i keep hoping for the moon to explode in the sky on our aniversary.just so you can get an idea of what runs through my brain moment after moment.
not to sound like a geek sheik overly sarcastic way too skinny ass master,but Rivers Cuomo is one of my favorite songwriters,and Weezer is one of my favorite bands.even their bad songs are half way decent and listenable.
i'm not being sarcastic or "ironic",i really mean it,Weezer Rules.

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

somebody else around everyone else
watching your back liek you can't relax
trying to be cool but you look like a fool
to me....
Tell Me
Whydja have to go and make things so Complicated?
See the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else it gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
You Fall And You Crawl And You Break And You Take What You Get
And you turn it into
Honesty you promise me i'm never gonna find you fakin'
No No Noooo.

wow,22 year old failed country singers who pose as 17 year old mallpunks sure do know a lot about life and stuff,especially after they do amatuer porn.

in my lifetime,i've seen us go from a Kurt Cobain to a Fred Durst,from a Fiona Apple to a Pink.now if that is evolution,in another 5 years cross eyed retarded 1st graders are going to be topping the billboard charts with songs about poo and pee.now there's something i can groove too.peace out.

(fyi:i just totally ripped off a Lewis Black rant and made it more tirival by replacing Presidential candidates with pop stars.are'nt i special?)

i'm off to drink some Ny-Quil and visit the International House Of Pancakes.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

call me a drama queen,but right about now i feel like swallowing about a pound of pills and washing it down with battery acid.i feel like reaching down my throat and pulling out my heart and then eating it.i'm so depressed i can't even think of some stupid,vivid despcription of my sadness.

i just want to fucking die.i think i'll go do that.
hang my fingers on the skin dressed fence.mesmerised by a drawing of exploding cradles.i've heard you speak of torment and reptiles while wax coated your wounds.Slither past nightfall like a rat uncaged.your tempered skin is bloody and unwound.Suicide is on the lips of every choirboy.

some improvised insanity from my noggin.everything i ever needed to know i've learned from JR Hayes and Dax Riggs.

Monday, November 11, 2002

everyone has a life except for me.

Sunday, November 10, 2002

have you worked past all of your complications?

i've got a few of my own.I have this overwhelming desire to caress your entire body with a sawblade and a bullwhip.That feeling of unconditional love has been replaced with ulcers and a deathwish.

But you know in your heart that you are right,so are you happy,are'nt you?

No.

you're still a miserable cunt who would'nt know love or compassion if layed eggs in your semen coated throat.You mutter a thank you and flash a smile of relief while i hold back the vomit.keep breathing and keep cleaning.I will stay away and quietly surrender.

i should've listened to everyone who told me to forget about you,because i know you forgot about me.