it seems like pple, all pple have some sort of personality conflicts, some sort of a split stuff, where you behave like a fuck in one minute and a meek crap in another.. it seems so much for me to fuckin handle. is it just my own emotions or that i cant control my fucking… Continue reading banana split
Author: absentee
the day my parrot flew away
little fluff or bundle, little joy of yellow. with its crimsom red cheeks, it’s crying tears of blood. like me, forever trying to break free of the untwisted wrap of my heart, unable to breath freely and talk smoothly, forever shackled in hell and grievance.
the night of a thousand screams
a night with cloudless skies. a night with overcast that bleds, the beating of a heart, the thud of the pommel.
new year, new resolutions
new year, new resolutions, new crap, new misanthropy and shits. can you feel the airs heavier, as if Zeus, Odin repeats, the acts of Rangonark again..
fuck fingernails
love is just like a fuckin piece of scrabby skin disease. fuckin itches you up, like a shot of LSD, the more you scratch the better it feels.
my friends
is this the way you try to envision the way things are? you know, one day, my friends just kinda of socked me and taunted, ” stand up you Loser.”
hurt
who’s gonna stop hurting one another? who’s gonna reflect on his actions, be it the oppressor and the oppressed, the serf and the lord, the journeyman and the professional?
fuck pple
fuck you notyou. a piece of caucasian jebrone. schadenfredue feeling jerk. quit trying to wreck people’s lives.
sky
Its like 9 when i woke up. AS my bed’s facing the window, i invariently have to catch a glimpse of the sky. There’s something different today about the emptiness, it seem so blue today. Just like its a perfect day.
reminiscences
People, dont you wish that the world could be a better place? yeah. i admit we’re a critical bunch, breathing darkness, and contemplating the lack of attention the world is showering upon us. but ..