Modest Mouse is great.
Date: Jun 22nd, 2008 5:06:50 am - Subscribe
Mood: jinxed
Is this secultion, isolation? I'm really not sure. Anymore.
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So true right now.
Date: Jun 20th, 2008 7:36:33 am - Subscribe
Mood: dizzy
You know what? I think you're too stable for both your dad and your mom. I think they are pulling you down.
Like your parents are not bad people, don't think I am saying that.
But I think you have your own .. self, and they are trying to pull you in opposite directions.
And it's fucking confusing you emotionally
Tiffany and Ramsay says:
If they left you alone to sort shit out, I so think you'd be happy
<3
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An old poem
Date: Jun 17th, 2008 8:08:14 am - Subscribe
Mood: royal
Kill your beauty
Your Royal fucking heighness awaits
Upon the toadstools
Around the corners
off every forien block
awaits your prince
to take you away
too hollywood street
white powder
nose candy
(oh your so lucky, oh your so lucky)
airbrushed face
her sweet escape
Venice Beach
faces in the sand
making you glad
for the friends you never had
{oh your so lucky, yeah your fucking lucky}
into the ocean
wash away
purple drips
from your veins
watch them swell
oh watch them well
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Running out of ciggerates, running out of my new found youth.
Date: Jun 16th, 2008 5:42:04 am - Subscribe
Mood: bummed
Alchohalic demons
sweet tempations
yeah they run through my kind; Of stepped on grass, broken glass, no class.
We ladies are easy to find
The demon at my door step
Livin' no more than 2 kilomanters ahead
They run through my head
I want a drink this second
Theres a man sleeping in my bed
My veins are virgin viens, never been tampered with.
Only dreams, with sweet needles, pricking, making itself home again.
I'm howling in my sleep
the demons at my doorstep again.
( Do not fucking steal)
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I need to breathe this out someway, somehow.
Date: May 23rd, 2008 7:47:28 am - Subscribe
Mood: queasy
Ah yes.
The age of Seventeen, Becoming Eighteen. Into a women. I feel like such a child sometimes. Then again, I'm really connected to my inner child. Sun is finally here, more and more each day. Not sure what to make of it lately. The heat, My birthday is in 3 months.
Life in itself.
The intensity is killing me
overwhelming back breaking me
These pills are doing too little, too much
For my unstaining mind. And this time seems to be going by so goddamn fast, The time that is slow, Highs and lows.
Although I find myself in verdigo. Standing still, but spinning; ill. The good ones never last for long, Wailing in the spring rain. Folks that never stay, never stay long, never fucking stay sane.
Fuck the lust, Fuck the love, Fuck the drugs and the powder, as my best friend is stiffing up her nose. This blows. From the second she brings him to her mouth. The blow it which she demands her indulges.
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