The world is my oyster.... I'm allergic to shellfish...and as the world turns... I've discovered I have motion sickness.... So while I'm vomiting up a lung a dying, please take the initiative to save my life by giving me mouth to mouth.
Look over on the couch, with a guitar and a cigarette, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's the equivalent of a train-wreck! Its just your average cynical superhero... too apathetic to save the day... *enter cheesy theme music* and his trusty sidekick alcohol. That's right the deflated duo. Your average cynical super hero- with the power to repel females, consume large quantities of alcohol, play in a stalemated band, and smoke a lot of cigarettes while working a job leading to nowhere!
And alcohol- with the power to leave you chubbier, more sluggish, lazier, less presentable, much less attractive and increase your sex drive leaps and bounds.
Constantly fending off the powers of Internet Man, Hiding the Remote-ster, and not enough food in the fridge kid. Today's adventure begins the same way it does everyday, by not showering, and having a cigarette with tousled hair from a worthless preceding night, your hero awakes in a pool of his own sweat, from the nightmare that is his life, alcohol by his side. Watch as the pathetic story unfolds... Someone crush my fucking skull.
I want to be in love with a girl. I wanta lover that i can finally love, cuz I'm just a boy who gets so drunk he doesn't talk. For now, I am in love with expressing myself... in anyway possible. I love singing... i am currently in a band named the mission carpathia, and a band named the western decline, and a band called "cabaret in blood" I used to work in a thrift storeat a way better point in my life.... now I work at starbucks.. disgusting corporate stranglehold... with a drive-thru, i love 70's and 60's fashion, art, I used todrive a 1980 Datsun 280ZX at a way better point in my life... now I drive a '92 Chevy Cavalier... that's fucking breaking, and I love meeting new people.I recently quit my bands, I am forming more, and making a hilarious hip-hop CD. I have tattoos and 00 plugs... and that makes me fucking cool... trust me.... pacify me.... and fuck me.
I AM NOT STRAIGHT EDGE, WHY WOULD I EVER PLACE BOUNDARIES ON MY FUTURE when i would much rather let life shape itself, I do not need to try and mold life into something I can comprehend and wrap my little head around, I want it to be awe-inspiring and catch me off guard. I smoke, i love girls.... I drink... and that could go away someday, and I could fall within the requirements of being a straight edge person but why would I call myself such? It's just a strangle hold on the choices that I may one day make, so I will never deliberately open a door that may one day make me a hyporcite or liar... so I say, why would you ever make life something expected? I don't eat meat, animal studies show that most domesticated and farmed animals have nearly the emotional capabilities as human... so we will fucking poke them, prod them, inject them with hormones, and fucking slit their throats... and that is ok? FUCK YOU! Cows don't deserve that... meat is dumb. Chickens are shoved into 6 foot by 4 foot pens... for hundreds of them... and then fed their dead... is this ok? Fuck Poultry.. and fuck you... Fish are HORRIBLY mistreated, and we figure they'restupid so taking their LIVES from them is ok... and yet we give the handicapped, the "weak" great parking spots... Fuck seafood... fuck YOU! Yer still my friend, otherwise you'd have a whole in our torso and I would be holding a bloody knife and fork.
a sentiment to detriment... the grace of bitter tastes... and anguish that can't be tamed... so let's not let it go to waste... ... ...so brace yourself... here comes my undoing... ... ... ...on a 45.
In case you missed it, they're rebroadcasting my death tonight at 8. Shotgun blast to the fucking skull, tune in, bring the kids! America loves that shit!
You wanna hear the funny thing? I am a pacifist.
Look over on the couch, with a guitar and a cigarette, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's the equivalent of a train-wreck! Its just your average cynical superhero... too apathetic to save the day... *enter cheesy theme music* and his trusty sidekick alcohol. That's right the deflated duo. Your average cynical super hero- with the power to repel females, consume large quantities of alcohol, play in a stalemated band, and smoke a lot of cigarettes while working a job leading to nowhere!
And alcohol- with the power to leave you chubbier, more sluggish, lazier, less presentable, much less attractive and increase your sex drive leaps and bounds.
Constantly fending off the powers of Internet Man, Hiding the Remote-ster, and not enough food in the fridge kid. Today's adventure begins the same way it does everyday, by not showering, and having a cigarette with tousled hair from a worthless preceding night, your hero awakes in a pool of his own sweat, from the nightmare that is his life, alcohol by his side. Watch as the pathetic story unfolds... Someone crush my fucking skull.
I want to be in love with a girl. I wanta lover that i can finally love, cuz I'm just a boy who gets so drunk he doesn't talk. For now, I am in love with expressing myself... in anyway possible. I love singing... i am currently in a band named the mission carpathia, and a band named the western decline, and a band called "cabaret in blood" I used to work in a thrift storeat a way better point in my life.... now I work at starbucks.. disgusting corporate stranglehold... with a drive-thru, i love 70's and 60's fashion, art, I used todrive a 1980 Datsun 280ZX at a way better point in my life... now I drive a '92 Chevy Cavalier... that's fucking breaking, and I love meeting new people.I recently quit my bands, I am forming more, and making a hilarious hip-hop CD. I have tattoos and 00 plugs... and that makes me fucking cool... trust me.... pacify me.... and fuck me.
I AM NOT STRAIGHT EDGE, WHY WOULD I EVER PLACE BOUNDARIES ON MY FUTURE when i would much rather let life shape itself, I do not need to try and mold life into something I can comprehend and wrap my little head around, I want it to be awe-inspiring and catch me off guard. I smoke, i love girls.... I drink... and that could go away someday, and I could fall within the requirements of being a straight edge person but why would I call myself such? It's just a strangle hold on the choices that I may one day make, so I will never deliberately open a door that may one day make me a hyporcite or liar... so I say, why would you ever make life something expected? I don't eat meat, animal studies show that most domesticated and farmed animals have nearly the emotional capabilities as human... so we will fucking poke them, prod them, inject them with hormones, and fucking slit their throats... and that is ok? FUCK YOU! Cows don't deserve that... meat is dumb. Chickens are shoved into 6 foot by 4 foot pens... for hundreds of them... and then fed their dead... is this ok? Fuck Poultry.. and fuck you... Fish are HORRIBLY mistreated, and we figure they'restupid so taking their LIVES from them is ok... and yet we give the handicapped, the "weak" great parking spots... Fuck seafood... fuck YOU! Yer still my friend, otherwise you'd have a whole in our torso and I would be holding a bloody knife and fork.
a sentiment to detriment... the grace of bitter tastes... and anguish that can't be tamed... so let's not let it go to waste... ... ...so brace yourself... here comes my undoing... ... ... ...on a 45.
In case you missed it, they're rebroadcasting my death tonight at 8. Shotgun blast to the fucking skull, tune in, bring the kids! America loves that shit!
You wanna hear the funny thing? I am a pacifist.
but i did appreciate your rant on being stright edge ... i have a couple friends (meaning actually only 2) who are ... and they just stress me out. but i do agree totally with what you are saying. you're smart.
i did quit smoking though ... and thats cool. i guess. hey! look at me saving all this money i never had to begin with.
you should update again. because i said so. ummm ... thats pretty much all i have.
oh, and do me a teeny favour ... try to FUCKING smile.
you can also smile while we are making something other than children. how about cookies instead. cookies won't give me stretchmarks.
haha
(yes ... i read my email AFTER posting to your journal. i suck sometimes. but only if you ask nice.
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