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Monday, May 28, 2012

high school musical saved my life cause i was drowning



what time is it. its the time of our lives.

love me zac efron so that i can finally be complete.

i have this broken watch could you try and fix it?

maybe then you could fix me and everything else that broke.

my life kindof broke in half and then in pieces can u help?

ur so sexy i think i could always count on yu.

ezpecially since it is only like 4.34 in the afternoon.

snow white is an old btich



its raining, it's pouring. the old man is boring.
he shot himself in the head and couldnt get up in the morning.
when is lunch im frickin hungry.
the rain has yet to stop. will it go for 40 days and nights.

its 12.00 exactely

what if i wake up in a flood and there is no more food and you are all gone.
then i will be sad and i will probably cry then.
oh yeah i will cry then.



read me a life


we must be quiet at the library. the librarian has told us to shh like a million times now.
u wont stop not shhing. u totally got us kicked out and jesus is ashamed of our behaviour.
we must be babtised and be forgiven of our sins.
we stumble around outside. i lose yur virginity and we cant find it.

the time is so irrelevant i dont even care that its way past midnite. 12.54 actually.
u say thats not so late. i say go to hell. y u no go.

wakeup lovely its time for eternity.

whales swim in a lot of pollution because we are awful people.

biodiesel is really really good for the environment.

its 2.11

maybe thats why i will spill it on you and ur clothing
and then i will love it off of yu and pour gasoline on
u instead. jesus wants us to save the whales but i dont
really care about the whales anymore. they are all alone.

its 4.32

in the ocaen they do nothing and swim and die.
go drink a lot of wine and puke all over a cute little puppy
then laugh at it cries and pukes and runs far far away from us.
from you from us from me it will run forever.

its 9.47

i would run from us hideous human beings too.
i like to ride horses in the summer but rite now it is kindof cold out
i cant ride a horse until at least may.

its 11.11

make a god damned wish you bloody tampon.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Haiku No. 3

Fuck me on
a Tuesday morning.
I will live forever.

Haiku No. 2

Tuesday is
the rapists
favorite day.

Tongue me Jesus Christ.

habalugha laghnia hanikia.

i just spoke in tongues.
God likes me.
i  really don't mind when he shits in my breakfast.

jesus SEXTING

jesus keeps texting me.
i told him to stop
and now he's calling me names.
perhaps I should get
a restraining order
upon his lordliness.
though i doubt
that will stop him
from spreading his
gospel via my phone.

Haiku No. 1

God shits in your 
breakfast on Tuesdays.
Do you like it?

Scheduled for Demolition

This building is so
pretty. They want
to tear it down.
It looks like my mother.
Before she passed
of course.
They want to
build a mall here.
I should write
a letter.
it's really a shame
you trapped me in this building.
I can't get to the post office
to send
my letter
when I'm tied to a chair.

Fatal Florals

What a sharp edge
you have on your heart.
Cold as ice. 
burns me like fire.
I really liked your blouse today.
It reminded me of
your mothers
scarf. 
the one you 
tried
to kill me with.

Unicorn Lullabye

You are a Rainbow
prancing over the
stars of June.
so pretty
in the sky, tastes
like coffee and pie.
My love for you is dead.
It is a wilted flower in the night
without any might
it cannot hear and it has
no sight
it needs
some light
to guide it through 
this shitty little maze called life
stab me with a knife.
What FUCking Strife.
To hell with rhyme
someone killed reason
It doesn't matter I dont need the bitches.

SIGH

I feel like sighing,
but I have yet to do so.
For the gunshot wound
in the upper right hand
corner of my chest,
makes sighing quite
painful.
I don't have much time left
and there is no real hurry
in dying.
Decaying.
I'm just delaying,
because I can taste the blood now.
Metallic. Clean.
It tastes of utter vitality.
The vitality it once had,
when it was keeping me alive.