rant
Posted June 07, 2012
oh, baby you’re bad news? ha. you haven’t yet met your match. and i mean that in more than one way. selfish. young. hopeless. screaming without the use of your lungs. your falsified thoughts. your pattern is re-occurring, and forever going. permanently pathetic. it makes me sick, you use all of this dick, for attention. im sorry i even have to waste my words on you. i pity you, and everything you do. because even though you don’t speak, you’re screaming t...
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justa thought
Posted June 07, 2012
Is it really ever silent? I mean, sure, you walk outside in the dead of night when the neighborhood sleeps, it may be quiet. You don’t hear the children playing in their backyards. The music coming from within houses or garages while people continue on with their everyday lives, is suddenly muted. Most human life form is considered to be dead at this time of night. What you do hear, is maybe wildlife; crickets whistling, owls hooting, sudden crackles on the rustled leaves, as small creatures ...
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blood tears
Posted June 07, 2012
She ran to the bathroom and stared at her reflection. She didn’t see any red, crimson, cabernet. She saw no blood. But how? It hurt so fucking bad... like someone had intentionally taken her heart, and torn it apart- into a million little pieces.... ...and then stomped on it with sharp stiletto heels. But there was no blood. As she saw her fair reflection in the mirror that made a replication of her tear soaked face... she thought “how?” because it hurt so fu...
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