paix

its ok Im drunk...

maritinis dryer than the sahara


idontneedagirlidontneedagirlidontneedagirlidontneedagirlidontneedagirl

i am dissapointed though

i was looking back on an old poem I wrote. I need a band.....

A pap smear'd papacy
spills audio blood
to an eager audience-
IT sound is the stench of roses piercing like thorns;
echoing like a siren into the abyss:

justlikeanelectedoffical-representing-their-investors

Entropy is extacy! Decayis their divinity
as long as prophet$ can be made

Stay Gold_En!
they're cute when you smile

Witness! the flushing
of a few "good" men