Why am I going to college again? To be educated? I already know I won’t contribute much to society regardless of my education level, so wouldn’t it be more productive of me to just get some shitty job to fund my purchasing of shit to shovel into our shitty economy? I used to think I knew what i wanted to do, but i’m realizing more and more what I really want to do I can’t because I am simply not talented enough in any of the fields that I wish to pursue. 

How does this sound? I support people living whatever life the want to live, and if that means eating a deep fried piece of shit by all means please do.

Right now I want nothing more than to beat or be beaten by someone in a fight. I used to hate hearing about people going to parties and getting wasted, sleeping around, or general assery of the sort, But I now get it humans know deep in our minds how worthless we truly are. To escape such a fate some people live as hard as they can as much as they can. I admire that because i’m still very much dead. 

Yeah rockin out!!!

Inspiration is the beautiful woman just out of grasp of my bony fingers

She strolls past me wearing tight skinny jeans and bright red sneakers

Every movement she makes helps magnify her glorious features

And I am left as the game comes to an end sitting alone in the bleachers

I see a shadow of her figure dancing through the corridors of my mind

I chase after her shadow trying to capture what isn’t mine

And as I delve deeper and deeper into the maze that is my mind

I lose sight of what created the shadow and I stumble in the maze blind

Heavy smoker depressed and obsessed over a boy, most teenage girls can relate

Fooly Cooly

I love this film go watch it 

I want a Girl of my own

I didn’t go to prom so instead I made this

Watched the siri commercial and noticed something…

-Internet and goodbye-

It brought light to the corrupt and unjust laws

It showed the nation what it was really made of

racism and poverty, and children forsaken

How corn syrup is made for no other reason

than to have a product,

to make out of the corn that isn’t bought up

from the farmers paid not to farm

because that would create a surplus of edible corn

Corn that could be used to feed a million hungry mouths

and create jobs to fill a few million bank accounts

instead of feeding cows

used to feed rich mouths

it could feed a million poorer folk without a doubt

The invisible people

who only became see-able

through the screen on my table

are becoming more independent

and more able

to see what is wrong and what is agreeable

through acceptable moral standards

endowed from not cancer

not fear of death

nor light yagami writing at his desk

but genuine advancement of the human race

there is no doubt we are getting better we went into space!

sure we will stumble as time goes on

but that’s why life is worth living on

if we lived in a perfect censored world

I think we’d find we’d grow extremely bored

Censorship leads to a meaningless life

who cares that no man would ever cheat on his wife

it’s cheating to just pack the hardships away

leading a perfect life never to fall astray

Hiding little Timmy from the death

makes an ignorant Timmy

and try your best

you can’t stop Timmy

from ever seeing a breast

because a lot of girls are sluts

with pieces of string riding up their butts

for the sole purpose of when they bend over

to give a little peak

of the four leafed clover

tatooed on their left but cheek

but enough perverse speak

I must confess

I have digressed

from the point I was trying to make

Let’s see

99%

Internet

Corn syrup

and government

ah yes

there’re people in the government

who truly want the best for it

who look at this country and say

I’m proud to be an American

So yes there is lot’s of room for betterment

Once you remove the censorship

But life if much more genuine

When you see the sufferin

So that’s where we step in

to show there’s room for improvement

to rip off the censorship

and say FUCK IT!!!

          I loved my daughter dearly; you must understand this before I can tell my tale. I loved her so dearly so very, very much. She was all I had left of my Pricilla. Oh dear Pricilla, struck down in the very prime of your beauty, how dearly I wish you see your face again. And indeed I did for in her daughter I saw the same face I loved so many years ago. I loved my daughter with my whole being. There was no morning in which I did not greet her with the kindest of smile. When she fell ill so to did my heart, and I stayed by her bed, till every foul demon had left her. In the spring we would walk through the garden, and I would weave the most beautiful of the flowers into a ring, which I placed upon her head. On her birthday I gave her a white cat, she loved that cat and so did I as it brought my dear daughter such happiness. The three of us would share the warmth of a fire, and my daughter would recite the most wondrous of stories. I sat in my large velvet chair, as she recited tales and legends of old. Then when the stories were over, she would say “papa sing us a song”. I gladly obliged, I sang with such vigor that the fire had less energy then I. As the night came to an end my daughter would fall asleep with the cat purring in her lap. I would put one more log on the fire and settle down for the night. I loved every second I spent with her, but the more I was with her the more I wished to see Pricilla once more. I yearned for a way to see her face just once more. One night while looking over manuscripts I found it, a way to see the one I had lost so long ago. It was on a cold winter night after the stories had been told, and my song sung, I neglected to place another log on the fire. My daughter was fast asleep and was undisturbed by the furniture I was moving. It was quite light and easily lifted. I quickly, yet quietly so quietly cleared a space in the room. I toiled over the preparations making sure every line was straight and, every candle was in place. Finally there was a large space cleared with a large chalk circle in its midst. The circle was filled with all manner of symbols and letters, few of which I was familiar. It was well past midnight when I had finished the preparations. My daughter was sleeping soundly on the couch with the cat on her lap, and I slowly mad my way towards them. I slowly, carefully, made my way across the room to the couch. At last after what seemed like hours I stood over them. I gently of so carefully reached a hand down, and picked up the cat. It woke with a start, but its neck was broken long before a sound escaped. I placed the cat in the center of the chalk circle I had made. I lit the candles and muttered a few incantations. I held my breath. The whole room seemed to look over the body of the cat, waiting. I waited for what seemed like hours. At last the cat twitched, its head jerked up and its mouth opened wide, wide, and wider still. Then every thing was still. Something was wrong, it didn’t work right, and then a shrill scream pierced the air. It didn’t work, what was wrong, it didn’t work. A broken, and shadowy figure appeared before me. “It didn’t work something’s wrong” I now realized I was screaming. I turned around to see my daughter staring in fright at the contorted feline in the floor. “I just wanted to see your mother,” I said. I stared at the shadowy figure for a while. I lunged at my daughter, and strangled her to death. Dragging her body into the circle I muttered the incantations once more the figure became more distinct but what I saw was not my Pricilla. A horrid decaying creature, a mockery of her beauty stood before me. It was there for an instant and then gone. The room was quite silent, so very very quiet. I picked up my daughter. “Why are you on the floor my dear? It’s off to bed with you. What would your mother say?” I placed her upon the bed and she nodded of to sleep. I then sat in my large velvet chair and began to sing.