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Dime Lipped Girl

I dream, alot. I like dreaming, it feels in the cracks the Dentist fucked up more then your insurance should have allowed. When I dream I'm back on my bike rolling down some hill with the wind forcing me to raise …
I Am A Sentimental Bastard

I am addicted. I am a poet. I am the gecko. I am the poem that I wrote in a fit of spasms. I am currently exhausted although I've nailed six hours of sleep the past two nights. I am a big fan of Vicadin. I am a supporter…
I Don't Remember Christmas

Where do I go from here? I feel a bit miffed by society at the moment, maybe even a tad bit uncared for by my parents and somehow I cannot bring myself to care. In short I believe I have given up on everything arou…
I Am Not Lost, I Just Don't Know Where I'm Going

I spent my memorial day with Beth Anne and her family, since my family doesn't seem to appreciate me anymore. So we watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", which is an amazing movie, but terribly sad/ I le…
Adapting Is All About The Drug

It's safe to say I have officially come to terms that high school is over, and I am done with that point of my life. I had great satisfaction the first moment I had finished, I had the sudden rush of adrenaline and …
I Was Once Awkward and Innocent, Now I'm Awkward and Filthy

So yesterday I sat back and actually thought about where my life was heading and just how many relationships I have managed to be a part of. Ironically it brought me back to the one thing in life I would prefer to …
Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn

So apparently I need to be kissed, in a real romantic way because it is the best feeling you can have. Sheer ecstasy, I have been told. And now I wonder, maybe I should try, after all I am an artist with a respons…
If I'm Reincarnated Why Do I Digest Music?

Questions, why in the hell do we ask ourselves meaningless questions? Do we long for that feeling of security, or are we so quick to abandon it? I ask myself questions, because in the end I don't mind, and if I don't …
Backstage Riots In Wembley

What do I want out of life? In answer (and part reference to my own question) I have little or no idea. For one I love to write, writing for me is a way to express my feelings on paper, and millions of people read …
So This Is What Being A Prodigy Feels Like

The title of this blog was not meant to sound vain, in fact the title of this blog is more pitiful than anything else. For one I hate it, I hate it with a passion. I loathe, detest, and wish I could be some kid who s…