You are cordially invited to have a tea party in my cardboard castle.
I'll do you're makeup, we can play dress up and get high,
eat inedible concoctions from the microwave... but you'll have to hold my hand
because I'm so afraid of the radioactive waves.
We can get into a knife fight, but I’ll just let you get me. I'll roll over and let the blade kill me.
You can bury me in a crayon colored box, a child's casket lusters with lost possibilities.
Our shrine can be left to the elements to collapse under the gathering mold,
but either way i promise,
even hidden in the cellar,
old memories will fade with sunless decay

I am the modern tinkerbell, suicidally flying
in this sugar enduced realm of hell
But I was born a unicorn
Once the car was the child's casketed bed
If you ever hurt me
I could unintentionally burn it all down
It'd be jerk-knee.

I've applied for Bard college at Simon's Rock and my hopes are high. I used this website as a refernce for them to use to understand me more... but I almost regret that now. Maybe I just should have printed the statistics page out instead of leading them into a trap where they can see my misspellings, grammatical errors and every other mistake which vanity dares to make me all so proud of.

Of thank Neptune for The AEP Scholarship.

To be a child is to allow yourself to be victimized by society by being traped into a corner where you are prosecuted without a chance of self defense until you are an adult, where adulthood is the revelation that your self worth is impregnibale because you neglect to listen to the people whose implemented morals that were for your own good were not even close to knowing what was hopefully freeing for you. The englightened person is still imprisoned in the shameful society that destroys youth, but shelters that innocence by not making the same mistake as adults.

Im the fumbling penis. -_-

I'll be a proud japanese woman as long as I dont overdose.

Identity crisis as this may be, hey... at least im not as fucked up as the people on t.v. and insanly disposing my integrity. But does that really make up for it?...

I am the wigged man
The obescse singer
that Morbid transexual
and illiterate hick

We all see the world in a different way,

To eaither praise or disown one artits (which everyone is titled under) view would be a unmeaningful arguement because opinion isn't ture. The fact od opinion is that it also is changeable to only a solid state of the elements to establish understanding.

I get failing marks for writing burn out thoughts like these in school... Anyway; I found ( r stalked) David Firth on DA. I think his fame is unfair, why does he become so popular over any other internet user with a vision and a username? I find myself unable to watch all of his work, though the intrest is there...

I just want to lick his legendary brain so badly. <3

He's the (unconventional) perfect sex god. [IMG][link]