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I don't make you wanna bounce!
I make you wanna jump up and down screaming out,
"RIGHT MOTHERF***INGNOW!"

 
 
June 8

I think we've been through this before.

So. today is the official first day of summer and you have no idea how excited i've been for summer to come. Sophomore year has been the most draining, and stressful school out of my 10 year education, and i'm so fucking glad its over. I met so many great people this year and I'll actually get to enjoy their company, I hope. I'll actually have time to do shit now. My friends won't be in extra curricular activities anymore, or at least they better not because that's a lame move right there. I still have to work and everything, but as far as I'm concerned, that won't be lasting too long. This is how it will go, I will get so used to my new found freedom of summer that I'll hate my dead end job even MORE than I already do and I'll quit. Or, I'll get so used to my new freedom that I'll forget to show up to work and they'll fire me. Either way, I hate my fucking job and it needs to stop, because summer is a time for me to be happy again. (besides, they offered vinny, who, mind you, has been at safeway for 3 weeks max, a promotion to customer services already. and I've been there for 3 months. FUCK YOU SAFEWAY.)



I'm pretty much stoked.

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May 21

you need to cut the noose but you don't believe in scissors.

If someone were to ask me what the most important lesson life has to offer, if they had a gun to my head as if it were some sort of classified information, as if there were a price on my head for this knowledge... I'd tell them that people are assholes. I wouldn't tell them the meaning of life or the reason why god gave us free will, or if god even exists. I wouldn't capitalize his name or the mentioning of his pronoun. I'd tell them common sense. I'd tell them to help themselves. I'd tell them to feed themselves before any of thy bretheren.

Common sense. It's often the most abused, and overlooked features of freewill, next to love. We have the freewill to think for ourselves, and for whatever reason, as humans, we are stupid enough to feed into the lies of the two party system, or of the notion of love, or anything in between those lines. We are stupid enough to feel as though we need other people to survive. and common sense, or at least our instincts, SHOULD tell us that we don't need anything but ourselves. You are only certain of your own existence, and not that of your neighbor's. Therefore, you should only be accountable for your own existence. Cut somebody off. Who fucking cares. They don't exist in my book. Common sense should tell us these things, but the whole freewill to love anyone you want sort of fucks things up a little. and then emotions get in the way.

Jesus probably would have lived another 30 or some odd years had he not been so worried about being a martyr. And for what? They only fucked him over. Jesus destined himself to let his own people be complacent and watch his slow painful death. And what good did that do for him? He was already promised a seat in heaven next to God. (Hello, he's his son. what fucking father wouldn't save him a seat next to him?) Mary Magdalen was more than willing, if you know what I mean, and he had those luscious locks of hair. What else did Jesus need? My guess, he planned it all out. He knew that he could upgrade from 12 deciples to 12 million. That's it. Jesus was a vain motherfucker. or maybe he was a schmuck. My bet is on the second choice. He's too dead to enjoy all of his followers, and I still haven't been forgiven for my sins.

I'd like to think that I don't sin very much. But as of late the bottle has become my most trustworthy. whether its filled with pills or with liquid, it is my most trustworthy. It has never turned its back to me and it has never stabbed mine when i've turned away. It has never lead me on, for it is and always has been everything that its told me it was. nothing. It has never, and hopefully never will tell me anything. (If it starts, then we should all know that something else, something stronger, has gained my trust.) Humans however, don't have the same effect. Sure, some of them make me happy, but very few at that. (and they know who they are) They diserve my praise, because that is a hard feat to reach. Very few others have come and gone and climbed my mountian of expectations. but of course, there will always be exceptions to the rule. and with any rule, exceptions are usually never any good.

So let me clear things up a little bit for you. My existence is for me to worry about and you to leave alone. My comradry with you is nothing more than entertainment now. Fuck with my common sense like you so rudely have in the past and I'll fuck with your function to breath. I'm my own human being now, and I am not a Martyr. I live for myself, and no greater cause. I'd much rather spend my last days sleeping with a bottle close at hand then ever let anyone get into my head the way I've let them do so harshly in the past. Jesus was a schmuck anyways.



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PUT ON THE RITZ.

Dude I blocked it out and was like mallory will be
dissapointed in me. lol. i mean LOLLERCAUST!!!!!

PUT ON THE RITZ.

I did have fun with you today! And we\'re gonna have
fun tonight...

 
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