Friday, March 20, 2009

I see you make your way through the crowd

And say hello, little did I know...

that you were brad pitt, gonna fall in love with angelina jolie and make cute babies
and my mommy said that i am freaking jennifer aniston
whose career isn't as good as her hot ex and he's now extremely better off with a hubba hubba of a wife and you're making lame movies like marley and me and dumping john mayer again because you know he will never live up to brad, but yet he still fills the void of your lonliness so you get back together with him but no matter what things wont be the same....

Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

you think your so hot, oh you bigshot.

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"You are all pathetic self-righteous bigots who couldn't separate intellectuals from drunks if their very lives depended on it."
Your appalling chauvinistic existence is an insult to those of us who are trying to live our lives with appreciation and gratitude. Appreciation towards what, you ask? Towards nature, I say. Appreciation towards the undeniable beauty of our planet, our lives, the very fact that we exist. As I speak, your face turns blank, all expression erased. Who am I to expect you to comprehend these words; these words I have thought long and hard upon, waiting to unleash upon willing ears. I am sure it is beyond you to even appreciate the simple nature of things. So what do you do? You crack another beer. You sit there on the cement, looking exactly like every one of your friends. Whatever happened to originality, I ask. What ever happened to not listening, not giving a fuck about anything except your friends and where you are sleeping that night. Where in time did the line that divides your precious scene of pseudo-bohemian outcasts from the rest of the population become so blurred that you cannot see the one, major flaw in the way you live? It’s pointless. Your life has become a simple circle of sleeping, drinking, and repeating. Fuck school, you say, who needs that. I never learned nothing in school. Laughing, you take another sip of beer. In my head, I am yelling. I need school; I need to do something with my life. I need to prove to everyone, and most of all myself, that I can be somebody, I can do great things, and I can go places. I live each day suffering with the inadequacy of my existence, and well, quite frankly, I've had enough. I've had enough of seeing kids on the street shooting up, or date raping themselves. I'm sick of having to say no when I am offered cocaine, or acid, or whatever your friends' current drug of choice is. It’s fucking pathetic. You are fucking pathetic. You have this outrageous superiority complex that you completely undeserving of. What the fuck is so great about going out every night and doing a bunch of drugs and waking up the next day with a complete stranger? Does that make you better than everyone else? Do you really think you are that special? Let me tell you. If you honestly think, that you and your friends are above everyone else; if you believe for some preposterous reason that you are better, you are wrong.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

you are the creator of your own destiny.

"on occasions i like to let my mind wander"

  • i refuse to start this list about you. fuck, pretend that the first sentence isn't there.
  • i went for a walk today, and it was the first since summer. i almost got hit by a car, which got me thinking about how i could have totally just died right then and there and how lucky i am to still be breathing. At that thought, i inhaled the cigratte smoke that a man had just exhaled into my oxygen. I find it incredibly ironic, that to live we breath, and the air that i just breathed in could contain the toxins that might impede my lung functions forever
  • i need a vacation. asap. one day to go.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

it didn't make me cry, but other things did.

" I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. "

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

you say it best

when you say nothing at all.

at first glance, the lyrics to a romantic and catchy love song.
in my glance, the truth to a quiet year.

Friday, March 6, 2009

on a timeline, everyone's survival rate drops to zero

fight club Pictures, Images and Photos

"the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't."

Thursday, March 5, 2009

its just

Skeletons love hearts. Pictures, Images and Photos

mind over matter
You are my very own black plague, a disaster of epic proportions. But you know what, they got over the black plague, with help.

-- "Numbers remind me of math, science, and things that get in the way." I have 3 projects due on Monday, $0.00 as my account balance,36 red smarties beside me; there are 18 days until I get to leave this place, 34 days until I ride a limo, buzzed and watch the Queen of Pop, 37, until I have the worst night of my life, and I get 10 extra minutes to sleep in tomorrow.

and I'm praying with all my might, on every single one of the billion stars outside, that there's
1 thing

that i can erase from my memory