so i went to barflys tonight
after having wine with my gay buddies khamla and john
the most sweetest couple ever!
khamla talks to me about problems and gives me weed
and john jams out with me and talks about problems too...
sweet couple
so anyways
i met up with my friend alison and had a good time with her and her new boytoyfriend..
he's cool...
he works with flouresent neon lights shit
very pro....
a woe ho ho...
weeeeeeeeee.
im drunk...
a bit....
wee wa wooooooo!
i was in eternally bound tattoo today
im in need of one...
my grandma died the other day...yesterday
and i decided to make a drawing of the organ she gave me a couple of years ago
..
it was hers in the 70-80s...and it makes the coolest sounds ever
its going to have her name on it : loraine
and a banner that says: what you bequeathed to me
still shopping around with artist...
im a mess
a butt luck hole fish facker dick tacker re raw wittle mit mess
i make music
i make paintings
but im still feeling like blah
which sucks
because so much influence and passion goes toward both
but the ending result leaves me with......blah
blah all over my dick
like vomit in beyonce's hair weave
poop...
im gonna go die
and by die
i mean smoke a lil weed out of my bong/bubbler
and fall asleep
i am basically writing for myself anyways...
i gave up on people actually reading this shit a long time ago...
trust me
i bet i have, like ten journals saying the same shit
boo hoo
wah wah wah!
i pooped on my life and im so sad
haHA
whatever dickcheese
i am really sensitive and sad though..
my one family member that meant anything to me in an inspirational way just died on me
the one woman i couldnt face because i am afraid of dying
i got to hold her hand the other day and look her in the eyes and say"its me"
hopefully she might of comprehended..
if not...at least i got to see her open eyes for one last time...
her is a poem i wrote for her like 4 years ago...
loraine:
for-
get
everything
strings arent my way anymore
for-
get
everything
now the keys are all stuck to the board
lo-or-a-rain
lo-or-a-rain
what you've done to me
now my fingers have brains
lo-or-a rain
its in the blood
pedals for bass
14 square buttons for beat
2 rows of teeth
which i brush with my fingers oh so gently
lo-oh-oraine
lo-oh-oraine
what you beqeuthed to me
im gonna have to stop writing..
im hating this
her has be my sincere writing...
on an other note..
i took a german chocolate cake shot today
which reminded me of my recently decieced daniella
we were a passionate couple
nothing more but sex though
1 year of sex when i was 18
crazy girl
drinking and speeding will get you know where
except to an ern flown to hawaii to be scattered in the ocean
death
you are too near
i am riding your wave
you stupid piece of shit mother fucker who i puke and scream at with vigorous passion and hate...
fuck you
take everything away from me
you almost got me
almost
but not soon enough
love,
your stupid resistant
-bradley oliver wilkinson parker vega
after having wine with my gay buddies khamla and john
the most sweetest couple ever!
khamla talks to me about problems and gives me weed
and john jams out with me and talks about problems too...
sweet couple
so anyways
i met up with my friend alison and had a good time with her and her new boytoyfriend..
he's cool...
he works with flouresent neon lights shit
very pro....
a woe ho ho...
weeeeeeeeee.
im drunk...
a bit....
wee wa wooooooo!
i was in eternally bound tattoo today
im in need of one...
my grandma died the other day...yesterday
and i decided to make a drawing of the organ she gave me a couple of years ago
..
it was hers in the 70-80s...and it makes the coolest sounds ever
its going to have her name on it : loraine
and a banner that says: what you bequeathed to me
still shopping around with artist...
im a mess
a butt luck hole fish facker dick tacker re raw wittle mit mess
i make music
i make paintings
but im still feeling like blah
which sucks
because so much influence and passion goes toward both
but the ending result leaves me with......blah
blah all over my dick
like vomit in beyonce's hair weave
poop...
im gonna go die
and by die
i mean smoke a lil weed out of my bong/bubbler
and fall asleep
i am basically writing for myself anyways...
i gave up on people actually reading this shit a long time ago...
trust me
i bet i have, like ten journals saying the same shit
boo hoo
wah wah wah!
i pooped on my life and im so sad
haHA
whatever dickcheese
i am really sensitive and sad though..
my one family member that meant anything to me in an inspirational way just died on me
the one woman i couldnt face because i am afraid of dying
i got to hold her hand the other day and look her in the eyes and say"its me"
hopefully she might of comprehended..
if not...at least i got to see her open eyes for one last time...
her is a poem i wrote for her like 4 years ago...
loraine:
for-
get
everything
strings arent my way anymore
for-
get
everything
now the keys are all stuck to the board
lo-or-a-rain
lo-or-a-rain
what you've done to me
now my fingers have brains
lo-or-a rain
its in the blood
pedals for bass
14 square buttons for beat
2 rows of teeth
which i brush with my fingers oh so gently
lo-oh-oraine
lo-oh-oraine
what you beqeuthed to me
im gonna have to stop writing..
im hating this
her has be my sincere writing...
on an other note..
i took a german chocolate cake shot today
which reminded me of my recently decieced daniella
we were a passionate couple
nothing more but sex though
1 year of sex when i was 18
crazy girl
drinking and speeding will get you know where
except to an ern flown to hawaii to be scattered in the ocean
death
you are too near
i am riding your wave
you stupid piece of shit mother fucker who i puke and scream at with vigorous passion and hate...
fuck you
take everything away from me
you almost got me
almost
but not soon enough
love,
your stupid resistant
-bradley oliver wilkinson parker vega
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