In fact, I think that when it's my time to go.. I'll know it, and for weeks beforehand I'm going to slowly saturate My body with glitter. I'll start eating it, drinking it.. hell, by the end I'll be injecting it into my veins with heroin and breathing it with a tube.
And then when I explode everyone will see how beautiful I am.
That was perhaps a bit melodramatic. But anyway. How are things?
I'm trying to convince Kiera to come to Simon's party on Saturday. It would rock.
--
Sir, I admit to your general rule
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it
That not every fool is a poet.
Things go and things move and things happen.
My body stands still, but my mind wanders.
I am writing letters in elvish again.
Like a statement of my mentality.
I bet you ten dollars that she won't go.
Well I would bet you ten dollars if I had that much money to rub together.
She also gave me permission to punch her in the face if she gets drunk and starts talking about things she shouldnt....
I've been writing in elvish as well.. I didnt so much over the summer, but now I like to complain about everything to myself, everywhere, in the backs of books and on worksheets, and then I find them later and go "Tee hee hee, I am a bitter soul"
--
Sir, I admit to your general rule
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it
That not every fool is a poet.
Well that is a good call. Skeletons don't need escaping.
I write and write and write in the margins of lecture notes and in my textbooks and I ask myself why am I writing letters to someone who doesn't exist?
Devious Journal Entry
Isolated
Devious Comments
--
stuck on the sky's slow cinematography
In fact, I think that when it's my time to go.. I'll know it, and for weeks beforehand I'm going to slowly saturate My body with glitter. I'll start eating it, drinking it.. hell, by the end I'll be injecting it into my veins with heroin and breathing it with a tube.
And then when I explode everyone will see how beautiful I am.
That was perhaps a bit melodramatic. But anyway. How are things?
I'm trying to convince Kiera to come to Simon's party on Saturday. It would rock.
--
Sir, I admit to your general rule
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it
That not every fool is a poet.
Things go and things move and things happen.
My body stands still, but my mind wanders.
I am writing letters in elvish again.
Like a statement of my mentality.
I bet you ten dollars that she won't go.
Well I would bet you ten dollars if I had that much money to rub together.
--
stuck on the sky's slow cinematography
She also gave me permission to punch her in the face if she gets drunk and starts talking about things she shouldnt....
I've been writing in elvish as well.. I didnt so much over the summer, but now I like to complain about everything to myself, everywhere, in the backs of books and on worksheets, and then I find them later and go "Tee hee hee, I am a bitter soul"
--
Sir, I admit to your general rule
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it
That not every fool is a poet.
Well that is a good call. Skeletons don't need escaping.
I write and write and write in the margins of lecture notes and in my textbooks and I ask myself why am I writing letters to someone who doesn't exist?
--
stuck on the sky's slow cinematography
--
Sir, I admit to your general rule
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it
That not every fool is a poet.
--
stuck on the sky's slow cinematography
Bryce, come back soon and we'll get drunk again.
Look, I made a deviant something account LOL
Previous PageNext Page