Never Give Up. If You Give Up, Fuck You
Great vidoe!!! motivaton to help u practice football
I feel creatively fucked
and I want every dog with a smile on his face put to sleep
I only kill puppies when the moon is full
till then I settle for children
I have made my old socks into coffins
I toss them down trash compactors
if you knew me you would like me
till you really got to know me
then you would hate me
I feel like shit more often than not
I cry during shampoo commercials
because I know I will never have amazing hair
which means I will probably die alone
HEY DAD, SADCORE DADWAVE ISSUE ONE INCLUDING SIAN S. RATHORE, J.D.A WINSLOW, WALTER MACKEY, SOCRATES ADAMS, SARAH JEAN ALEXANDER, EDUARDO QUINONES, GUILLAUME MORISETTE, MARCUS SPEH, ALEXANDER MARK KENNARD, NYMO GLASZ, JESSE VAUGHAN, TOM STEIN, MICHELLE KEELEY, @LAZZZYANDOH IS NOW OUT
i am coming in September
outside of your house in the
rain, there are no cars in this
why am I up at 6 am screaming?
come lay with me now
we will watch Roseanne and
make beautiful children and name
them all Whitney Houston.
if the baby doesn’t make it
if we don’t make it
I will still love you as much
as sleep and rain,
I will still crave for you
the way I crave for attention.
and i will still write poems
about your tired smile.
You said to me I am dying in pieces, torn and I’ve learned that from death nothing is born. These hollow walls that surround me breathe empty and I am desperate to hear you speak, screams becoming weak. I don’t walk with purpose anymore, just dragging legs to mourn the constellations that fell when you became no more and I wish that I could tell you that I love you one more time and that those stars you saw before you died was your reflection in my eyes but the hardest part is knowing I will never see anything like them again.
Piled body on top of body on top of body. I saw her, blood smeared across her face, hands, stained with red too. It was the end, an end. Smile across her face. Beautiful, the only way to describe it, her, everything. Its all puzzling now. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that it sucks, everything. Sunken in too deep, seeping with boredom. I’m lost to the rhythm, nothing can match. Detached, derailed, fucked, I am. I don’t know anymore.
My brain is in fragments.
Process of thought is damaged.
Damaged we are.
I don’t know anymore.