i haven't been submitting stuff lately.. since the layout changed i'm not really sure how to haha... i've become less interested for some reason... eh
its not like i'm missed though


Nothing There to Breakpounding so loud, it drowns the screaming in my head drowning the memories the words the petty arguments i can only take so much before i\'m deafened by my heart and by my pastNothing There to Break
the machine that lets me live is the essence of my death helping me breathe but letting me remember breathing in an out and in and out again and remembering what its like to kiss your fingertips my heart is killing me.
overcome with noise the repetitive pounding beneath my breast that
kills me and loves me and heals me and sickens me i can only take so much who knew that


You Were My Yesterdaybeads of sweat drip drip drip cheap salty pearls but everyone wants a taste nails scratch and lips graze the unknownYou Were My Yesterday
passion burns with so much exploitation everything is so hollywoodesque resulting in \"pure\" being a gullable and almost dangerously irresistable feeling but must everyone feel dangerous conforming to their unsatiable desires in their cheap motel rooms with the crooked numbers and cracked mirrors as long as there is a bed right? as long as the dimming lamp can cast shadows
on curves you never thought you\'d see in daylight


fucktheworldbytulipsarebetterfuck the world.... april 26th 2003 11:04 pmfucktheworldbytulipsarebetter
Fuck the world the words come easily but fuck the world and let the world fuck me its useless to fight it its useless to try and like it its useless to forget its there fuck the world, the world wont care fuck your religion fuck its restrictions fuck its pain and guilt and fuck all the scriptures do you think jesus loves you jesus is fucking dead a man that died so long ago is still fucking with your head fuck your job and fuck your pay c
and HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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...every tool is a weapon...if you hold it right...
been to long, how goes it?
i had to comment once i saw your icon
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do yourself a favor and check this cool cat out :icondannytello:
now, won't you waste your life with us?
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i enjoyed your gallery.
and must say - i love your icon... i myself "adore" Billy Corgan.
Bye
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"carve your name into my arm. instead of stressed i lie here charmed. cause there's nothing else to do. every me and every you."
squelch (skwµlch) v. squelched, squelch·ing, squelch·es. --tr. 1. To crush by or as if by trampling; squash. 2. To put down or silence, as with a crushing retort. --intr. 1. To produce a splashing, squishing, or sucking sound, as when walking through ooze. --squelch n. 1. A squishing sound. 2. A crushing reply. 3. An electric circuit that cuts off a radio receiver when the signal is too weak for reception of anything but noise. --squelcher n.
there you have it....
anyways, thanks for the kind words on my most recent poem. i appreciate it.
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its muchly appreaciated!!!
I'll be sure to check out your work
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Mary
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