Saturday, May 24, 2003

twisting a spine into a cylinder. skin moves like a filmstrip behind the revolving doors. wet your lips on the ivy. introduce me to the scissors. i hate goodbyes.
NP:Johnny Cash-Solitary Man.

i can't remember the last time i was this bored or this lonely. wahh wahh. nobody wuvs me.
NP:Today Is The Day-Mayari

4th cloudy day in a row.

i don't have much to say. sorry for the mess.

i don't know if anyone actually reads this, so i tend to post things that may allienate people. you know, make them uncomftorble, or unknowingly convincing them that they are some how responsible for whatever insanity comes spewing forth in digital hysetria. subconsiously this may be done on purpose because i don't feel comftorble most of the time. i'm unsure of myself and insecure, and that transforms sometimes into paranoia and/or neediness.

i don't mean this to osund like a suicide note or anything gay like that, i'm just trying to figure myself out.

like you care anyways.

NP:Today Is The Day-Argali

Friday, May 23, 2003

er'uoy lla dedrater.

od i esufnoc uoy? raed dog i epoh os. i tnaw ot etsat ruoy sraet.

eht gnissim tneidirgni si syawla tlas.

Thursday, May 22, 2003

tedious. i told you he was insane. he circled that ditch for 36 hours before he realised it wasn't talking back. give him another slice of life to corrupt. we could use the amusement after he cuts out our eyes with his teeth. a canine and 2 molars. bring him a bullet to chew on. send him a valentine to choke on. after all, you'd do the same for me, right?

Wednesday, May 21, 2003

i leef ekil gniklat ekil siht niaga.

m'i gnitrats ot eveileb taht i tsuj thgim ed gnisol ym dnim. i og urht efil gnileef elbisivni. i etah ti. i gnikcuf etah ti. i hsiw i saw daed.

lleh, ebyam i dluohs eb daed. s'it ton ekil enoyna dluow eciton. kcuf ffo dna eid.
Glass Tornado by Agoraphobic Nosebleed.

Crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children
More like a loss than a plotline
Then you can tell your freinds how cool it was
To be pissed on at your own funeral.
NP:White Zombie-Blood Milk and Sky.

today i feel quite spacey. so here i am, in this digital sodom. writing what apears to be either a rant or a piece of literature that won't soon be forgotten by the army of solitary misfits that find solace in the shattered minds of would be mental patients. sometimes i take pride in this insanity, whether it's outside praise or just a desire to feel something other than nothing.

don't mind me, i'm just trying to keep my teeth from my wrists.

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

is it spelled "Kootchie" or "Coochi"?

damn Charro.

Monday, May 19, 2003

suck a fart out of my cock you decrepted whore bag, you shit smear, you genital blood blister.

choke on some monkey feces and wash it down with cow urine and pig afterbirth.

get fucked, get killed, get resurected, fet fucked again, get killed again, and get fed to wolves with ball cancer.




Sunday, May 18, 2003

NP:Mazzy Star-All Your Sisters

............................BOO! I am a ghost!

tee hee.