Thursday, January 28, 2010

okay then


Thursday, January 21, 2010

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

what's on your mind?

there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza. Thank you. stuft crust punx. you turn your love into pizza.  STUFFT CRUST 'ZZA: quit riding my dome waves and penetrate my gut sack. In desperate need of divine deca*dance. Xtreme cheezza deficiency. Stufft crust coming soon to a stomach in ME. Co-starring The Worlds Greatest Boogie BAND. PIZZA HUT HOLIDAY MEAL DEAL WITH THE DEVIL. don't buy your dinner from the dollar store. No one wants to know you just prefer Lifetime movies and binge eating to their exclusive company. STUFF YOUR GUT AND STRUT YOUR STUFF. There is nothing left but the heart to eat. In crowds, we can touch each other. i live in a highly excited state of overstimulation. If you want me you can watch me on my videodrome. Here are seven tips for having an original thought. why won't you teach me how to be INTERESTING? you're about as interesting as Campbell's soup. why do you worship the shit i piss on? the internet vs. sex. : official website of the internet. The closest thing we have to god is the INTERNET??? the internet. I am not human without a computer. Your name ain't Sophie. That's an American angel. There ain't no such thing as American angel. RETURN OF THE HOMELY HELLION. (welcome to hell, i've come home.) Klaatu as a Metaphorical Jesus. a loner, a crazy wide eyed loner on a doomed mission to Venus to battle with the 3 headed mega beast. but on the way I caught cornflakes disease. filmed in mind-altering psychorama. shitgazing. Prophecy from planet clarion call to city: flee that flood !!! ??? miniature flung visitors chewing smoked joke came separate ???  The year we make contact. Space has something dead about it. Time has something murderous. Soon you'll be ashes or bones. A mere name at most--and even that is just a sound, an echo. a little soul carrying a corpse. dead weight. SAY NO TO A NATURAL DEATH. The things we want in life are empty, stale, trivial. But not me baby, I'm too precious. FUCK OFF. A PILE OF SHIT HAS A THOUSAND EYES. with my supervision i can see right through you. even if you were dead before you are not dead now. listening to the accompanying audio component invites introspection and provides the inspiration the enormity of not dying requires. trauma: ear bleeding blood. high pitched screams in lo-fi dreams. we're not here for a long time, we're here for a good time. enjoy your worries, you may never have them again. OXYTOCIN OVERDOSE. the way you hurt me when my hands are tied. i'm a little boy. i'm your little boy. She makes my life a misery by ripping filter tips from my cigarettes and drinking from my cans of beer. that looks like it hurts. so does this. a mess you can live with. Sometimes you have to b/r/e/a/k things in order to make them work BETTER. give me something to break. how bout your fuckin' face. is all about the he said she said bullshit. {i can feel my heart beat in my ass cheeks} cunt scum crusty is not unlike evolved from warm slime is shithitsthis. is i am in the audience. i'm the sore thumb girl in the big boy buddy buttlicker scene. i want to scream so fucking bad. H8RZ MAKE THE BEST ♥RZ = i'm not even in your demograhic. Quit wagging your pissflaps yr 2 old 2 lurn gitarrr. camp vs. kitsch vs. irony vs. hip.  poppin witz on the back porch with tball, only as strong as the weakest link in the chain smoke (sustainable jokes) body rot. too harsh to fuck///thrashed to be back to olympia. 2manypunz i'm not sorry. PLEASE HIRE ME 7-11, YOU ARE MY DREAM JOB.  gnarly frightmare coming out of knowwhere. tru luv : idsyrdjzt4tehmztcnctshunL0Lzzz   chocolatecoveredespressobean-pecan-chocolatecoffee-brownies were a good idea. WAIT IS THIS A REALLY BAD IDEA I CAN'T TELL I LIKE IT LETS DOO IT. ! this is a caffeine freak out.   Remember when it was summer and everyone was half-naked all day everyday? I want that. all the time but mostly very late at night when the caffeine is subsiding and there's nothing left but nicotine. DEGRASSI GOES HOLLYWOOD + cOffE LOOK OUT, METEOR SHOWER. we're going to dead. A day in the life of Heather Sinclair. i want more more more bitches get stitches STAB WOUND BACK VAGINA TEETH  got a little bit of shame on you ..! more more more TOO MUCH xxx  veryawesomeworld/veryawesomebook  is  is a big gay narc who is also gay this ain't your town no more. there's people that don't want you here. your time is near.

posi-toodz from hur on out doodz

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Sunday, January 17, 2010

everything all at once

S is for a lot of things. give it up slut, your tomorrow. some nights are not worth sleeping. i climb out to smoke now you're gone. let me into your dome hole. got me feeling like the hole in a donut. why you gotta be talkin like that, god? you know i have a hunger not a pretty mouth. i taste like you in highskool. we're synonymous. that room is a symptom of my thirst. that room is The Reason. nothing real when the doors shut. this shit seems clean to me. these houses look like you. i'm the 1up. the little girl who was perpetually tired. can't motion unless i watch my feat. hears what i walk to. i ramble on. i don't seem to be anywhere. here is too safe to be good. words unfinished swear i won't be left behind. never yours, don't need (to) to believe you. want you to know (i want to know) the dirty details. wish you'd keep it clean enough to eat off of. i'm detached from this material. this would Bbetter if it were on time.doesn't matter.no1's home anyway. doesn't come from where i'd hope'd lead me back to bed. false ______ now breeds hope of latter day truth. true life: true lies. lost love's a better muse than a body. dead: i am calling you &my lover's depressed &my lover can't sleep &polaroid snapped his story into our lives &i love to imitate my lovers &love takes its pants off. slaughter the ugly things. throw em up & away. in love again with the girl who always blacks out. forget it, you couldn't believe the things i forgot. too busy getting dizzy. you waste more time sleeping than i do smoking. her she's not as cute as she thinks everyone thinks she is. you can't just put her down. stay low. better slow down. no one loves with a red face. my head hurts lately. it's hard to commit 2. IM figuring out what she meant. how to be a STupeRSTaR. 'you ain't that cute' i see the faces you've infected. is it working for you? (it might've worked if i were)like:she. she's like, really pretty. let 'em have him. here comes the weight. i digest your words and they come out pretty shitty. don't know my fucking head from my ass and i usually don't know what hole i'm shitting out of. it's all fucking fowl. holy tits this is boring. i have hated shit like this. still do. told me to not to tell you. i don't want to hear your told story. this video might kill me. like when you snack on something '2good2Btru' better puke because it must be poison. every rose has it's thorns. like the way you feel after only eating $16 of sugar shitz. like the consequence of converting zits into scabs. my diet is rotting my mouth. skin. gut. brain. brophie snackala be keepin it furry. the satisfaction of cleaning up carnage is the result of destruction as a demonstration of construction lacking production value. tendency toward melodramatic. i think about aesthetics. i hate everything except the props. i'm losing patience very very. tremors and jitters. i didn't do it wrong, i could've done it better. didn't give it enough slack and now shit's springing out of control. frustration's a theme. symbolism is a construct. there's nothing i can do with this that's not ever been done before. why won't you teach me how to be interesting. i don't know shit about it i enjoy it. butt EXPERIMENTAL=/= (!=;<>;/=) social movement.doesn't matter.what i'm trying to tell you is this is fun. and this guitar game is. what is the worth of secrets? what's the purpose of pseudoprofundity? what it is is frustration. what i'm trying to tell you is my ego is vast and unconquerable. it gets like.,;: 'wooah'. uttershitstream of an overconscientious squirrel. remember the first time you figured it out: shithitsthis thishitsshit hitsthisshit (the fan. faggot. burnout.) well, I wasn't sure at first if they be bein a chick or a dude but I knew gay away I wanted to fuck it. (wrote it a mistbronnection&;now i chick my emale once in a hot minute) let me take you home and bump your duna. these things cum too quesy. your skull is thinker than my skin. give me head or give you death. your tongue works harder than my heart. my my. she would be no thing without him inside of her. nothing. dick me, dick me so hard i can't scream: some girls scream sex; i can't even whimper. &i'mn't quiet. what's mine is mine. what's yours is mine for the taking.
titshard24give, me.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

shit spittin


What do you worship?

i'm mocking me.
yes i'm stupid, stupid.