"To sleep on my bean bag because I can’t face the thought of sleeping in my bed, childish thoughts run rampant through my mind when I'm alone. This anxiety is killing me; my night light doesn’t work anymore because being in the light scares me more than the dark, you can see whats coming to get you. "
to the writer;
don't let little the little things ruin the greater things, because otherwise the greater things have no purpose.
there's a secret that only i can tell you. a secret that only you can read, and what you said.. it goes both ways.
you made my birthday the best possible birthday i could've had. you're amazing, so, thanks.
if you can wait to smile, then i can't wait to see you. just be happy, because their stubbornness isn't easily changed.
i'm a victim in a "villain".
'If you continue to sabotage your life like you are now, you need psychriatric help. If you want to live somewhere else, where you think it will be in your best interest, we'll help you go there.'
I fucking hate you both so much, all you do is cause misery and grief in not just your own but other people's families.
I fucking hate you both so much, all you do is cause misery and grief in not just your own but other people's families.
It's your birthday, and I have realised that you are probably one of the most special people in my life at the moment. I have missed you, and I'm seeing you today which is excellent. I would give you and the other special few the world if I could, have the best day ever big boy, you fucking deserve it.
Mum, if you do read this - which you probably will because you stalk everything I do now. Number one: get off my blog, this is like my diary and I'd appreciate some privacy. Number two: how you kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug from behind when I was eating my toast on the stairs meant so much to me and I know you did it then when dad was in the shower so he couldn't see. You're the poo, mum.
I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog.
If I was to be asked by my parents what I had learned from fleeing to Darwin, I'd just reply with, 'those who make you unhappy are not worth your breath. Just because I come out of your vagina and was split out of your sperm cell, does not give me full obligation to say I love you'. To be honest, I don't even like you.
Macca's conversation with a fat bitch, 'my boss is a clown'.. Girl are you serious? It's 4:53am, we need sleep and YOU are trying to convince me it's completely fair that grimace or his other mates aren't equally your boss. WHAT THE FUCK?
We're completely sober, we're eating a shit load and this fat chick is fucking with my mind!
Fuck yeah
We're completely sober, we're eating a shit load and this fat chick is fucking with my mind!
Fuck yeah
A Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say
About the things caught in my mind
As the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind
And I wanna be there when you're...
Coming down
And I wanna be there when you hit the ground
So don't go away say what you say
But say that you'll stay
Forever and a day...in the time of my life
Cos I need more time yes I need more time
Just to make things right
Damn my situation and the games I have to play
With all the things caught in my mind
Damn my education I can't find the words to say
About all the things caught in my mind
Me and you what's going on?
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong
About the things caught in my mind
As the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind
And I wanna be there when you're...
Coming down
And I wanna be there when you hit the ground
So don't go away say what you say
But say that you'll stay
Forever and a day...in the time of my life
Cos I need more time yes I need more time
Just to make things right
Damn my situation and the games I have to play
With all the things caught in my mind
Damn my education I can't find the words to say
About all the things caught in my mind
Me and you what's going on?
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong
So my sister and I were talking outside before, having the casual cigarette, you know - the usual? We were briefly talking about exchange, and London and New York came into conversation.
The conversation had ended.
Until then, Steph excused herself and headed to the bathroom to dye her hair. Before you know it, I hear her thumping, sprinting down the stairs and jumps down the last couple of stairs, stops and opens her arms and says 'lets go to France!' in her bra and underwear.
Lovely Steph, just lovely.
So it looks like Steph and I, and perhaps Monique are making our way over to France next year for a visual arts trip.
Shit fucking yes.
The conversation had ended.
Until then, Steph excused herself and headed to the bathroom to dye her hair. Before you know it, I hear her thumping, sprinting down the stairs and jumps down the last couple of stairs, stops and opens her arms and says 'lets go to France!' in her bra and underwear.
Lovely Steph, just lovely.
So it looks like Steph and I, and perhaps Monique are making our way over to France next year for a visual arts trip.
Shit fucking yes.
Our only day of flat hiking, thanks to Josh faking he hurt his ankle.Madi, Stefan, Adrian and I shadows.
This is the photo I told Madi to take, because it is probably the best rainbow I had ever seen.
Dom, Zeke, Bruce, Mark and Madi. God, I miss you guys.
Ma, the rains are literally coming.
This is Madi and I at Canberra airport. Our last goodbye.
This is the group, when we had just finished our last hike. Glorious, just glorious..Except Bruce, he was off to the side napping.
Oh, how I have been longing for one of these moments again. Home alone, it's that Thursday night, I didn't go to school nor did I feel shit today. I'm drinking my coffee, smoking my cigarette and embracing the moment of an empty house. The humble feeling inside me when I'm doing so, hearing Jeff Buckley's sweet, sweet voice blaring uncontrollably in the loungeroom. This is what I have been waiting for.
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
There's this drawing of a tree. This tree has thirteen individual branches which represent thirteen individual kids. Twelve leaves to represent to represent the twelve days we spent together. We don't stop growing as our parents are the trees fertilizer but our support.
This is a sketch of the first coffee that brought me civilization to my mind. Hudsons coffee - cappucino, two sugars and a sprinkle of vanilla on top.
Written in my journal on the 6th of Oct
"On the plane - things to cheer me up. Seeing a middle aged lady who is quite possibly a former heroin addict sit in between two large people. On ethat has breasts that large that they could knock somebody out cold. The other, I'm pretty sure he consumes a 21 piece bucket of chicken for an appetizer before he even scoffs down his dinner. A tacky, typical situation I must say. Forcing a faint smile upon my face followed by the slighest chuckle. This is QANTAS flight 815, from Canberra to Melbourne ladies and gentlemen. Embrace the derranged."
"On the plane - things to cheer me up. Seeing a middle aged lady who is quite possibly a former heroin addict sit in between two large people. On ethat has breasts that large that they could knock somebody out cold. The other, I'm pretty sure he consumes a 21 piece bucket of chicken for an appetizer before he even scoffs down his dinner. A tacky, typical situation I must say. Forcing a faint smile upon my face followed by the slighest chuckle. This is QANTAS flight 815, from Canberra to Melbourne ladies and gentlemen. Embrace the derranged."
Day ten - What you wore today
Today, I didn't do my hair, I left it curly and sprayed hairspray so it goes down one died of my face. I fake tanned last night, and chucked on some liquid eyeliner and mascara on this morning. I wore my mother's huge non-fitting plain, black, Cotton On leggings with just a few spills of white paint on the side of my left knee. I wore my Singha Beer singlet underneath, it's from Thailand yeah boy! And, I also wore my 'becoming-favorite-knit-jumper-because-everybody-steals-my-original-ones' jumper, it brown and plain with copious patterns in the same colour as the background. And black vans, how sweet? Two bracelets on my wrist and a hair tie but an eliminated accessory; key necklace which I just happen to leave at my friends house.
I'm writing too much for what the fuck I wore today, far out Brussel!
Today, I didn't do my hair, I left it curly and sprayed hairspray so it goes down one died of my face. I fake tanned last night, and chucked on some liquid eyeliner and mascara on this morning. I wore my mother's huge non-fitting plain, black, Cotton On leggings with just a few spills of white paint on the side of my left knee. I wore my Singha Beer singlet underneath, it's from Thailand yeah boy! And, I also wore my 'becoming-favorite-knit-jumper-because-everybody-steals-my-original-ones' jumper, it brown and plain with copious patterns in the same colour as the background. And black vans, how sweet? Two bracelets on my wrist and a hair tie but an eliminated accessory; key necklace which I just happen to leave at my friends house.
I'm writing too much for what the fuck I wore today, far out Brussel!
God is not real, just a pathetic excuse for idiots that cannot discover the science in the world. Don't get me wrong, there's faith and hope just no God. What the fuck? God? Idiots smoking some crack made 'it' up. It's not in jumpers - polar fleece, nylon and cotton are usually, not god because apparently he's in everything. What liars, fuck the society.
You practically only care about what you want.
Bree: 'mum, My synises hurt.'
Mum: 'take your antibiotics'
- dad butts in -
Dad: if you're still crook by Saturday, I will take you to the doctors. I don't want you to be sick for this camp,, it won't be very good.'
I despise of this fucking camp, and you only think about what you want and yourself. Quite frankly, I have been so sick for a while now, cannot you tell by my voice?
Bree: 'mum, My synises hurt.'
Mum: 'take your antibiotics'
- dad butts in -
Dad: if you're still crook by Saturday, I will take you to the doctors. I don't want you to be sick for this camp,, it won't be very good.'
I despise of this fucking camp, and you only think about what you want and yourself. Quite frankly, I have been so sick for a while now, cannot you tell by my voice?
Day Eight - A moment
To capture a great moment in your mind is worthy, people do not realise how special it is; to create memories and that. I captured a moment on the weekend yeah? I told my beloved friend, Joel about it and I explained it felt just like a reality tv show in every aspect. What situation I'm in is so wrong but right in many ways. The visual aspect of this particular moment: how I went outside and he was sitting there by himself and we talked, how we talked and what we talked about. I don't know how to explain it, I don't need to explain it nor do I want to, I'm just sharing this moment with you and telling you how special that night was to me, every part of it I just fell in love with. So chilled yet it felt like everything around us was burning down - this was it, this is us, we are kids with hearts of gold, that's all.
To capture a great moment in your mind is worthy, people do not realise how special it is; to create memories and that. I captured a moment on the weekend yeah? I told my beloved friend, Joel about it and I explained it felt just like a reality tv show in every aspect. What situation I'm in is so wrong but right in many ways. The visual aspect of this particular moment: how I went outside and he was sitting there by himself and we talked, how we talked and what we talked about. I don't know how to explain it, I don't need to explain it nor do I want to, I'm just sharing this moment with you and telling you how special that night was to me, every part of it I just fell in love with. So chilled yet it felt like everything around us was burning down - this was it, this is us, we are kids with hearts of gold, that's all.
Day Seven - Your bestfriend
How to explain this, got a few loves for a few special girls. Asian Sam is moving up, Samuel once was the best kid in the world. It's pretty sad to say; I would like to consider Steph as my bestfriend, but she keeps on disappointing me. Natalia and Monique, it was once the four amigos - we're fading but I can't help that, but I can tell you I'm not just standing there and watching. Claudia and Max, you girls are my world. Morge, I care about you more than you could imagine. 'Your bestfriend', what a shit question? so overrated.
How to explain this, got a few loves for a few special girls. Asian Sam is moving up, Samuel once was the best kid in the world. It's pretty sad to say; I would like to consider Steph as my bestfriend, but she keeps on disappointing me. Natalia and Monique, it was once the four amigos - we're fading but I can't help that, but I can tell you I'm not just standing there and watching. Claudia and Max, you girls are my world. Morge, I care about you more than you could imagine. 'Your bestfriend', what a shit question? so overrated.
Day Six - What you did today
Today, Darcie and Aunty 'Julz' Julie arrived from Darwin as I slept at Maximes. I then came home at 10:30am, when I was supposed to home at 10am; I know - bad ass. I then cleaned my room and shoved everything under my bed and vacuumed, looked clean enough. I headed off to Maxime's aboad. Maxime, Rab and I drove to Priscilla's house to get Maxime's jumper, and then to the car wash, then to Puckle Street and had a coffee. Then tonight, Chinese for dinner motherfucker! For Chloe's end of Radiotherapy.
THE END!
Today, Darcie and Aunty 'Julz' Julie arrived from Darwin as I slept at Maximes. I then came home at 10:30am, when I was supposed to home at 10am; I know - bad ass. I then cleaned my room and shoved everything under my bed and vacuumed, looked clean enough. I headed off to Maxime's aboad. Maxime, Rab and I drove to Priscilla's house to get Maxime's jumper, and then to the car wash, then to Puckle Street and had a coffee. Then tonight, Chinese for dinner motherfucker! For Chloe's end of Radiotherapy.
THE END!
Day Five - Your definition of love
Definition of love... Isn't this a tad, sketchy question? Well, when time stops, when you have to hold your breath to believe that particular moment is real, that is love, that is sincere fucking love. Everyone wants it, everyone deserves it, but you can only wait it just has to cross your path. There's a fine line between hatred and love, I know I have this is hatred for this kid but before I started despising his character, I didn't know anything what I felt for him, I couldn't understand my emotions. I now believe in love and I once loved that kid. So, there ya go ladies and gentlemen - my definition of love, pretty pathetic I know, leave me the fuck alone.
Definition of love... Isn't this a tad, sketchy question? Well, when time stops, when you have to hold your breath to believe that particular moment is real, that is love, that is sincere fucking love. Everyone wants it, everyone deserves it, but you can only wait it just has to cross your path. There's a fine line between hatred and love, I know I have this is hatred for this kid but before I started despising his character, I didn't know anything what I felt for him, I couldn't understand my emotions. I now believe in love and I once loved that kid. So, there ya go ladies and gentlemen - my definition of love, pretty pathetic I know, leave me the fuck alone.
Day Four - What you ate today
Well today, I ate kranskies for lunch, they were yum. Papa makes the best ones with bread crumbs, cauliflower, onion and some saucy stuff. Tonight, it's Chinese for dinner to celebrate Chloe's last day of Radiotherapy on Friday. I have been craving Chinese like a preggers bitch for about 3 to 4 weeks now. So hands down, it's just fucking fantastic!
Well today, I ate kranskies for lunch, they were yum. Papa makes the best ones with bread crumbs, cauliflower, onion and some saucy stuff. Tonight, it's Chinese for dinner to celebrate Chloe's last day of Radiotherapy on Friday. I have been craving Chinese like a preggers bitch for about 3 to 4 weeks now. So hands down, it's just fucking fantastic!
Day Three - Your parents
Stephen Gordon Graham-Daws & Victoria Deanne Bertram. Both born in the 70's and hippies at heart. Father tells me about his teenage distruction and mum just is a plain old bitch that puts on her great, great, great grandmother's expensive rings when she's drunk. Last night, I realised how fucking humorous she is when she is intoxicated, until then dad was just being an asshole. One thing I wish that I know will never happen; my parents and I were the same age, in a different era: being 18-21 years old and living in the 80s. My parents are fucking sick and I dig their taste in music, that's all.
Stephen Gordon Graham-Daws & Victoria Deanne Bertram. Both born in the 70's and hippies at heart. Father tells me about his teenage distruction and mum just is a plain old bitch that puts on her great, great, great grandmother's expensive rings when she's drunk. Last night, I realised how fucking humorous she is when she is intoxicated, until then dad was just being an asshole. One thing I wish that I know will never happen; my parents and I were the same age, in a different era: being 18-21 years old and living in the 80s. My parents are fucking sick and I dig their taste in music, that's all.
Friday night at Maxie's house with a few of the nicest kids I have met in a long time. Steph, Jessy, Tom, Harly and Todd, as well as Maxime but it was her house. Anyway, watching them skate down Gaffney Street hill - feeling like a groupie, going to get my other slut from his house.
This was fun, this was sick, this was just like a fucking movie.
Day one - Introduce yourself
I'm Brianna, 15 years of age and act a hell lot older. I smoke, I drink. I lead a good life, I draw and read. I like to write. I enjoy my teddy bear alcohol stash for when I'm feeling fun and stuff when I'm home alone. Got two sisters, a mum and a dad - the average family, nothin' much. I'm buying a skateboard for summer so I can easily hold my six pack of beer cans. Guys, nothing more nothing less, I am me, today but not tomorrow.
I'm Brianna, 15 years of age and act a hell lot older. I smoke, I drink. I lead a good life, I draw and read. I like to write. I enjoy my teddy bear alcohol stash for when I'm feeling fun and stuff when I'm home alone. Got two sisters, a mum and a dad - the average family, nothin' much. I'm buying a skateboard for summer so I can easily hold my six pack of beer cans. Guys, nothing more nothing less, I am me, today but not tomorrow.
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment
Stephanie; my own twin sister, has once again failed me, not a suprise.. Telling mum I skipped class; provoking her to call the school and ask for my attendence records. Thank you so fucking much Stephanie, you've made me the happiest kid in the world. I'm on top of the moon for your unforgiving, rude actions just because I wanted my cigarette back that you had stolen from me. Grounding, Outward Bound? Look what you have done to my life.
Fucking, to make matters worse - I'm hungry as a preggers and I have tutoring soon.. With no homework, Fuck.
Good day, readers.
Fucking, to make matters worse - I'm hungry as a preggers and I have tutoring soon.. With no homework, Fuck.
Good day, readers.
"We want to go somewhere else, stuck in the atmosphere. Up above in the clouds, looking down on tiny, intelligent ants. This is near Neil Armstrong's sake, this is us. We are experiencing this, this is today, not yesterday nor tomorrow. Earth's glowing cities and inside guts; drowning us, flooding our minds. Open your mind child, create barriers like you wouldn't believe and feel love with your beliefs." - Brianna Rae Daws, cursive diary, Monday the 6th of Sept. 12 o'clock - afternoon.
And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me,
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies.
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty,
But if you leave me I’ll hide in a game like SimCity.
Oh when I die I’m alive,
And when I lose I find,
My identity.
Son,
If I died on my bedroom floor,
Would you cry on your bedroom floor?
And tattoo my name underneath your arm.
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies.
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty,
But if you leave me I’ll hide in a game like SimCity.
Oh when I die I’m alive,
And when I lose I find,
My identity.
Son,
If I died on my bedroom floor,
Would you cry on your bedroom floor?
And tattoo my name underneath your arm.
I'm at rave
Looking like a slave
High off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Pussy poppin', acid droppin', dope heavy guy
Heroine mescaline pencil leads
wanna try?
Blue pills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill - yeah, right
Bitch I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty slut
You know you want it in your butt
I'll put it in your cunt
That bizarre nut
Looking like a slave
High off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Pussy poppin', acid droppin', dope heavy guy
Heroine mescaline pencil leads
wanna try?
Blue pills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill - yeah, right
Bitch I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty slut
You know you want it in your butt
I'll put it in your cunt
That bizarre nut
"When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive. "
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Raped Of Being
By me
When the walls are closing in on you which way do you turn? What is it that you can do to get yourself out of this space? You stand, facing the vast blankness of walls as they impinge upon you. The life you once had now desecrated. Told it is all only temporary, maybe... but not without permanent effect. You know you can’t let these walls envelope you with their entire enormity. Embarking to salvage whatever you can, there’s nothing from before that is there now.
No matter where you go, no matter what you do, no matter with whom you’re with. It’s you and the walls.
You can paint them. You can dress them with framed memories of what once was. You wonder if even cleaning them and scrubbing off the scuffs will present them in an acceptable way you’ve never before imagined. Open to all possibilities you try.
No time out called in this wrestling ring, wasting your much needed energy, you continue on one day at a time. One could argue the walls don’t move “just accept them and deal with it. It’s not about you.” There’s no escape. No understanding or empathy. You take them everywhere you go. The plaster turns into the internal binding of your heart. You are immersed and the walls lose their physical existence and become the very essence of who you are able to be. Accept this? Deal with it? You have no choice. All that’s left is for you to remember who you are. It becomes your continuous mantra.
A mantra that becomes a tune that no longer charms to reason. Your life has changed. Do you even have one or is it all in aid of rebuilding the life of others. What happened to yours? Re-evaluating your purpose, is life really about what it currently is? – Is it about living for others unselfishly rather than about living for yourself and others with some self-interest? What happens when your mantra no longer matters? The walls close in and you succumb to being. Just being. Nothing but the servant of others for the benefit of them to live their own lives. You can only hope that such generosity of sacrifice is acknowledged not by others but by yourself internally and for eternity.
AND TO THOSE WHO READ MY BLOG, JUDGE ME ABOUT IT AND THEN POST ANONYMOUS SHIT ON FORMSPRING.
THIS IS NOT JUST WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME OR AROUND ME - QUOTES, READINGS AND VALUABLE, PERSONAL JOKES ARE ON HERE.
YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM.
THIS IS PERSONAL, SENTIMENTAL SHIT OKAY?
IF YOU READ IT; HOW DARE YOU CRITISIZE IT? YOU UNLAWFUL HUMAN BEINGS.
THIS IS NOT JUST WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME OR AROUND ME - QUOTES, READINGS AND VALUABLE, PERSONAL JOKES ARE ON HERE.
YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM.
THIS IS PERSONAL, SENTIMENTAL SHIT OKAY?
IF YOU READ IT; HOW DARE YOU CRITISIZE IT? YOU UNLAWFUL HUMAN BEINGS.
What the fuck is your problem? You self centered, manipulative, arrogant, upmost disrespectful prick. Fuck off out of my life, I have a lot more things to stress about than you in my life. If that's what you're trying to do; make yourself my number one hate, don't be so sour and ignorant about it.
Yes to you dear Ben Notarfrancesco, stop running your mouth to me or about me, little boy.
Yes to you dear Ben Notarfrancesco, stop running your mouth to me or about me, little boy.
I'll shove scissors up your vagina and make a unihole, you know what that is? It is making a hole from your vagina to your anus into one big bloody hole. I'm a doctor, I'm goddamn Dr. Phil, it's quite easy. Now, people dont give a shit if you're white trash; I could cut your tits off right here, right now with a lawn mower and nobody cares... 'Cause I'm Dr. Phil and you're an old piece of dog poo, that's the end of the story. So stop trying to blame me, I'm rich, I do what I want, I've got my own show god damn it, and I am a doctor, I'm a fucking genius. So fuck you and you're little crown bitchin', get over it bitch. Now, let's make love.
Amatore - my precious amigo, do not fear of others frowning upon your thoughts. You don't live to make other people happy, you live to make yourself happy and by you being happy - those who need you are happy. I need you, I see you unhappy and I feel upmost rude and disgusted in myself for being utterly helpless. You cannot betray yourself, take risks.
Why would I want a man? They're all emotionally retarded, egotistical pricks who fuck with your head. They try to control you and make you feel like the whore of Babylon if you wear a mini skirt. I'm an independent girl who wears lipstick because she wants to, not because men find it more attractive. I'm fine being single. I am! Peachy fuckin' creamy.
We wanna go somewhere else. We're not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now. We're wide open. We're spacemen orbiting the earth. The world looks beautiful from here, man. We're nympholeptics, desiring for the unobtainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas. So little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison. We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone. We're in rhythm. Part of a movement. A movement to escape. We wave goodbye. Ultimately, we just want to be happy.
I saw kangaroo's annd seahorses in the clouds, tonight.
I saw a modern cartoon man - smoking and moving like a robot, farther away on the footpath, tonight.
I realised how badly I miss you, tonight.
I drank and smoked with kids I hardly know, tonight.
I'm sorry, I can write anymore.
I'm too stoned.
This took me: 23 minutes to write.
- Wondrous.
I saw a modern cartoon man - smoking and moving like a robot, farther away on the footpath, tonight.
I realised how badly I miss you, tonight.
I drank and smoked with kids I hardly know, tonight.
I'm sorry, I can write anymore.
I'm too stoned.
This took me: 23 minutes to write.
- Wondrous.
But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes
We should be living like we lived that summer
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes
We should be living like we lived that summer
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