April 2011
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How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
Don’t you know who you love, You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don’t love the crazy, sullen bitch.
But I, I’ll be alright And stay up too late Counting the stars Wondering where you are
And with a faint taste of cigarettes you write hallelujah songs.
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we are only the worms but thank fuck we are not the rotting apple.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the youth of today wandering lost it’s true what they say and who is to blame? T.V and magazines, they’d have you believe, everyday was halloween. why, when I was a kid, playing in the ditches living in fear of satan and the witches the whole world was made of wood and smelled like gasoline the days were at least twice as long and the grass...
Though the problems of the world are increasingly more complex,
the solutions remain embarrassingly simple
confused about who i want to be where i want to be what i want to see and who i really need.
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it must be the season of the witch
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I’ve worked for so long just to see you mess around What you’ve done, what you’ve done, what you’ve done I want back the years that you took when I was young I was young, I was young, but it’s done
growing older
growing sadder
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Anonymous asked: what people do you go for?
you are everything you hate
you are not free.
bigdeano asked: miss you buddy x
You’re mind is working at its best when you’re being paranoid.
You explore every avenue and possibility of your situation
at high speed with total clarity.
Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
Anonymous asked: do you like anyone at the moment or interested/getting to know someone?
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