Crawl in my mouth, and fall back out in a waterfall of grief,
and create a river to the coffin of a friend.
At the edge, the phoenix king abruptly took me under his wing,
eyes bulging to the brink of busting.
From the pressure and heat, I pop and melt into disintegration,
And grow out of existence.
Starbucks tea’s are pretty good, too much ice <<< rip off…
you treat me so strange
when i operate
i think i can hear him groan
Ashley’s a hoe,
Ruben’s a bitch tit…
and I really just dont care.
aaron and brittney dissed me, how sad.
don’t even say hi.
ha
oh yea and that guy at subway… he wants me.
[but i mean, who wouldn't. 
]
“i’ll eat half if you get a 12 foot”
“buhahaha”
so i smelt some weed today, and then like 3 minutes later…
i was in a cloud of it.
DDD
it looked like some people were having sex at the park…
i think they were…
i gots soo much money too…
[ im pimp'n ]
i guess that was it…
oh and my hands are cold…. :/
message/comment me im bored… not really but i would like some taking to..
:]]]
oh i won.
it wasn’t a double draw!
It is one of the least important holidays, now a days. I understand this whole day is supposed to be for the celebration of the unity between the pilgrims and the Native Americans, and being thankful
l for what we have, especially in this age, with everything becoming overpriced and the nation’s stance of money relation.
The ways it’s treated now, I see no importance in it, I get that it’s one of those days where you get to see family that you haven’t in a while or to be celebrating on what we may have, but the feast you divulge yourself in without any shame knowing that others may need what you splurge yourself in, I don’t get entirely.
As for myself, I couldn’t care less for the holiday. For the following day, “Black Friday” it somewhat ridicules the preceding day, giving thanks for what we have then splurging on material things at lower prices. Are the feelings of “being thankful” only for Thanksgiving, to only be as greedy as you can the next?
I myself, do participate in this shameful day, but I am not what I shame others of doing.
I don’t feel the same anymore, I want to revert to my old ways of misguided confusion, I was just a kid back then and I didn’t’ know what I was doing.
I’m sinking slowly, I think need someone to trust now. I don’t want to be a locked box that doesn’t open up anymore, and I don’t need that mental breakdown, that is expected, because I’m even more pieces of paper, than I was already, thrown on the floor, and I need someone to help me glue all the pieces back together…
The pestilence in the air, rising from below like a low fog, rotation between my lungs and the vast amount of space it occupies, that I breathe, infiltrating into, with the promise of destruction by…
Savoring the last taste of life in the body I grew and sustained. The sight of a crow ruined the latter of the list, starring me down with its eye of expectancy. Waiting, waiting, and watching every move I make, circling around like a vulture claiming what is his.
Slowly the infection spreads, diving; growing independently of the others. Viral codes from A-Z and including numbers of up into infinity, counting down to a more harsh infectious disease that envelops from the inside stimulating the core to a systematic shutdown.
Taking over, the crossing of visible planes come into view, the auras of multiple energies come at me from all directions succumbing me to the power of none, possessed, dropping to the ground.
Beneath, it is apparent the earth can’t wait to accept me, daring not to letting me go, waiting for the containment I with hold to enter, later decomposing; absorbing the left overs so that now I’m part of the world you see.
Never escaping, watching everything you do keeping in the secrets of, between you and what is not who you think. So let’s keep the secrets for who you think, will bring upon the march of pestilence.
Frightening you, when they say your name, waiting for them to materialize, so you can see their face, Confronting the all and absolute so they can sing you to sleep from where ever they may be. From life to a roaring infecting disease. Repeating this process and never letting go, wanting more, more, and nothing more…
[i am the epitome of a subliminal message]
I’m not what you want, but in the matter of how you think of it, I can be everything you want, because I’m whatever you want me to be.
…
Everything that I do and say has little importance, but if you analyze everything to the littlest detail and how everything is put together there might be a slight chance that there is a message encoded within revealing secrets that are beyond the comprehensibility of what could be me just trying to say that I’m searching for something.
;;;;
Nevertheless, that something, that I know the very subject to, has me puzzled as much as you, but the thing about it is I know everything about it.
Time will tell, one day these messages, but the chance that they aren’t, might help you conclude to the very idea, that I just might be crazy, trying to fool you to the extent of my ability.
:::
My idealistic ways are nothing but interpretations of simplistic ideas, arguing with myself that they are not of intellectual value, despite how much you think of it trying to be the grand concept of how one might think.
Like I said, I could just be crazy, I even claim it to be true, regardless of how serious people take it.
|||
Just think about it. I could just be trying to say something.
Try to figure out the pattern.
:9 :0 :3 :K 
8] :^} :@ :$
I’m just a reflection of the the figment your mind produces to see me when you look in the mirror.
: regressedprgrssn
:equivocal.ersatz
:noxious_bliss 
|
