Rainbows, bubble gum, & dinosaurs.
Given a little, but I want more.
Indian casinos & street whores.
Addictive as hell.
Yell, Rebel, Yell.
Am I doing all that well?
Hot shit.
Cold piss.
Why can't I deal with this?
Iron fists & golden smiles.
If I sell my soul to the devil will you stay for awhile?
Cursed miles, throw me away.
Heartbroken today.
Why can't anything positive just fucking stay?
Blood loss tomorrow.
I've drowned myself in sober sorrow.
The bottom of the bottle.
Change is near & it's coming full throttle.
Anorexic super model.
Super hero.
Super zero.
Negative infinity.
Look at what the miles have done to me.
Tough shit.
Get over it.
And Move the fuck on.
Face it Liz, You have no one.
You're not as cool as people say.
Liz, you're a faggot, you're rather gay.
Mind gone ashtray.
What does it all mean anyway?
Don't think about it for too long.
Brilliant razor, playing my favorite song.
Liz, you're not that strong.
Nobody wants me.
And that's the type of shit that haunts me.
Nice to meet you, I'm a psycho.
Ready, steady, set, go.
Cunts, bitches, & sluts, and hoes.
What do I feel?
No one knows.
Worth shit.
I'm nothing but a pair of tits.
Dear arm, stop bleeding.
Dear Liz, stop needing.
Wanting is bad enough.
And you think your life is tough?
It's shit like this that makes my skin so tough.
Fuck our friendship by Abortions-tickle, literature
Literature
Fuck our friendship
Fine.
We don't need to talk.
I suck big cock.
You can ignore my calls.
We don't need to talk at all.
Fine.
You can ignore me in the halls.
You can pretend I don't exist.
You can delete my from your friends list.
And I bet I won't be missed.
FINE.
We won't go underwear shopping.
I won't go with you hair chopping.
We won't paint our nails and gossip.
I suck big dick.
FINE.
You know what?
Fuck our friendship.
I hear all these rumors.
Like fat and swollen gossip tumors.
I hear I'm a slut.
I hear I'm a whore.
I hear so much I don't even know what I am anymore.
I'm a bore, a real snore.
I try too hard.
My arms are way too scarred.
I'm a greasy tub of lard.
And no one really likes me.
Highschool is.
A big fucking conspiracy.
Hey bigshot highschool.
You owe me a fucking apology.
Current Residence: Here. Favourite genre of music: The genre-ish genre. Favourite photographer: Becaa...still...>.> MP3 player of choice: Cd playa yo. Personal Quote: "I could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass"
In short:
I haven't been on DA in awhile.
I Hope I am not a lazy piece of shit an I actually donate my art to this AIDS thing.
I think that's all I have to say.
And the Beatles rock.
Bye.
Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill
In the someday what's that sound?
Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
In the someday what's that sound?
[Spoken interlude in middle]
Most people don't realize
That two large pieces of coral,
Painted brown, and attached to his skull
With common wood screws can make a child look like a deer
-Nirvana