Holy shit…ok….so, when did the boards all of a sudden wake-up???
Author: MasochisticSweetness
Fuck off and die.
Watching Paint Dry.
So this site has been asleep for quite awhile now. May huh… … … yyyyyep. SOMEBODY should put up something new (HINT HINT). Or maybe SOMEBODY got shot in the head and is now a veggie sitting in a pile of his own shit and piss. Or maybe found a more interesting project…? Hmmmmmmm??? Ah,… Continue reading Watching Paint Dry.
Patrick’s Theory
“Happy” What is “happy”? Happiness isn’t real. It’s a freakin state of mind. It’s imaginary. See this? This right here….this bottle of beer….this is happiness. This is real. I can touch it, i can hold it, i can drink it. Just like drugs. Heroin is real. Speed is real. I can snort, inject, smoke, and… Continue reading Patrick’s Theory
Atrophy
i couldn’t move this morning i was trapped in a cacoon i thought i heard my mother… …tried to step outside the room but i stayed in bed and struggled to move an arm or leg stuck to silk…i tried i thought i’d have to beg myslef…PLEASE MOVE i thought it was a dream but… Continue reading Atrophy
Little Miss Addiction
Roll up a dollar and do your lines. Pack a bowl and take the bong hits. Down those happy pills with your hells bells and you’ve got instant WHORE on your hands. Speed isn’t enough. Glass isn’t enough. K isn’t enough. You can only go so low. Now bleeding isn’t enough. looking for something more… Continue reading Little Miss Addiction
Alone Again
In all the time youve been known to fly you told me you loved me but you always lied. Sticking the needles into your sweaty palms not knowing why or when you would stop you would cry because you knew that you could do nothing that would keep you close to me….so you fell away… Continue reading Alone Again
of no importance
looking for a spot we havent burnt out yet, panhandling for drug money. ill give you 5 for a kiss and more for a little more. drowning in a foolish sickness. full of empty space. playing games that lead to mental corrosion. let the pink shit burn in your nostrils so you can down the… Continue reading of no importance
Sick and Sober
I can’t feel my arms or legs at the moment. My head feels like it’s full of helium….and there’s green mucous coming out of my nose. It’s cool though, especially if you have a car full of gay guys to keep you company at the beach after a long night of being faded. And when… Continue reading Sick and Sober
Fireworks from the Psych Ward
Listen up! I was having flashbacks a few days ago and tripped out on the memory of watching fireworks at the psych ward. Out of curiosity I’d like to know (if anyone can remember) what you were all doing on July 4th of 2000.
The Nightmare
Raelin, Joss, Bette, Alex, and Vance walk into a small motel. The walls are painted pink and the carpeting looks like that of the carpeting on the floor of a Vegas casino. They walk to the wide pink desk and urgently ask for a room. They’re tired and still have a long way to go.