| - 4. The end of The World
Can't wait for school i miss everyone. Got the TB concert comign up. The esoteric is this saturday. Yay. I got the new Blood Brothers album on vinyl. So tonight I called a hooker and said shit to her answering machine. Later me Scott, and Pat did other shit. Fun night I guess. |
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| Hmm being sad... trying not to be... I should just sleep and read and leave every one alone.
If i post it will be here.... www.xanga.com/ispitonbabies |
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| Join me and sing, cos thats what people do when there preparing to fill their veins with embalming fluid. Hold steady now as we see the needle entering at your weakest joint, the back of your right knee. Decay is now a dream, I do deserve to own you bound up in a dungon where I control the climate. As my wrists begin to bleed, don't beg that you love me. At an atempt to purchase freedom. Your currenceys no good, when you're best friends with the corpse |
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| When im gone whos gona care if i was ever here at all |
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| Blah.............. i got the book The Fuck Up today. Yay.
Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..." He stopped me and said,
"Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I'm not angry. It happens. You just can't do it again."
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