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Age: 19
Location: austin,tx
Joined On: Feb 27, 2007
Occupation: unemployed
YOU BRING YOUR KNIFE, I'LL BRING MY BRASSKNUCKLES
Iscariot and the Unfaithful Spouse(daggers out and skimasks on)
do you feel for heartache when the sonnets sound so unbearable and every time the bravado is torn down off your face we uncover nothing but a whore, i feel this cannonade of your useless beliefs.your intoxicated by impure choices and your voice is now silenced, brutality is a must in this business of cowards and gluttons of all sorts.dissemble the mask you've been wearing and look at me straight with contempt,i feel no mercy for the weak i'll let you rot in the sun.Dearest plague are you here to impower or are you here to mortify?the pall bearer is here to engage in a conclusion will you live in false glory or will the jugular of a fabulist be cut.every door is a mishap and your hands are trembling let me take you away, lay you down with a cerement to keep this night immortal and suspenseful.Dearest archer are you here to give keen or are you here to cause suffering?
Your Jacket Would Look Better with Sidedish of Euthanasia
through Winstons ribs the world grows feeble and inhibited with only the dead ready to pursue a more unatural outcome, and the ashes were never desired while computerized eyes see only digital tortue.while all this disorder begins we can only be promised a empty handed revolution,you don't know shit about revolting.stick to your guns and wait for the blueprint to unravel pure hate in one second.it's not even worth the blink of an eye, grab me another hospital bed please.grab me another hospital bed because everyone is dying and i don't care. sheer terror caught on tape and no one is safe on the streets, your only escape is failure.and while all this fucking anarchy begins we are only left with a hallowless death. through Julia's chest will they find fear and use it all to their advantage let it be done, fall or make fall.grab me a hosptal bed now, fuck, grab me another hospital bed everyone is consumed and i don't care.
?Vamos a Bailar o Vamos a Morir?
this elite reconstuction of the heart you claim to have in your chest lies in total distraction,an open wound paralyzes those who seem to fall to faith and too many assumptions. Every word sounds the same and the waves now break apart to dance in limbo.FUCK.My mind is suffering a sickness called writers block, when your back waits for the dagger.Insert in here.And every face you see looks the exact same as the other while these eyes you see are not fading.They're wanting more of you to collect every mistake throw it in your face and run, and you chase after an idea of friendship.And you hold your brassknuckles tightly because your scared to open up, the likes of you makes me heave my dreams whole.Take my hands away because they both work against me.Sharing my disease with the world, ending songs without periods,no lifestyle,no ending.Just the paranoia.
Zombie OUTBREAK!
the mind is a landscape of scapegoats and futile alibis that you still try to use, the constricting idea of love and the destruction afterwards.This is the journey of a man in distress where the doubtful emerge and drag down the strong.Eyes of your messiah washes over your indifferent society, basking in the tides. This one's for you the voice of a pariah drives me to see the deadlights tonight, my stupidity will be the end of me.Fuck. This is the journey of a man who believes he's untouchable and there is no weakness in him.is this hubris or is it independence? The mind is a landscape of lies and heros are slain by their ambition, is man the solution? Am i the reconstruction?
It's Getting HOT in Herre!
and the city lights turn into a spiral when the friends you embraced now grow Judas aspects and views, the stars revolt and storm into a frenzy with blades by their sides. You act as if this is new to me, this life you lead in this war with something that's not even there. Hold hands behind your fucking back and realize every bullet you feel is now lead you will taste, and the puerile kisses are now mature self concealed grenades to seranade. You act as if these words and prayers will help you when salvation strips you of your sanity, this life you lead in savagery. An infindel now a liar, an arsonists now an artist, a man that's now animal.Whatever you have to do to survive.
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
well i suppose. im bord w/ school and i need something
to do but other than that. lol what about you? you got
finals?
posted May 25
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
hey whats up?
posted May 23
Y e l l o w C a r d …
hey. thanks yours is pretty cool too :)
posted May 19
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
yea i finished mylast college final. i had a A in the
class and now i have a low B because of that stupid
final.... almost a C but yea i so cried at
school..... i NEVER cry........ dang. and i disapointed
my best friend too..... i felt horrable. now i have a
one week break and then i start school alover agian.
posted May 05
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
this was the WORST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! last
final.
posted May 03
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
the stuff i had up wasn\'t me... most of it...it said
where it came from though. i put up some of my stuff.
ima go look at your blog now though. -jack
posted Apr 27
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
wow... lol that sounds really busy... what was the tato
and the piercing? idk... im fine i guess... im sad b/c
i really miss the ppl that i love the most and i never
really get to see them. idk... lol but i got finals and
testing and then one week of break and then start
school alover again for summer A....
posted Apr 25
NEvEr_fITtiNg_iN
and how are you?
posted Apr 21