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Haha. I feel like writing, or technically, typing.
Life's been good, gotten into some arguments, made up with some people, talked to some people, tried to make some new friends. Wow. Sounds like the life of a normal teenager. Haha. I'm such a box-top loser.
Wow, oddly, even for my unstable random state. A thought just popped into my head and it kind of made me think, whoa. Then laugh. The thought would be this; I want them to play London Calling at my funeral.
Where did that come from? Whoa. The mind of me is so complex. Well, everybodie's is, no matter how stupid, or intelligant they might be. Haha. Intelligant people are arrogant in some way. Even if it's a little. I'm arrogant when I play fighting games. Haha. Video game loser and a box-top loser. Go me.
Well, my dad came home today. First thing he did after he came back down from taking a shower; goes around inspecting how clean everything is and picking up little pieces of things that the vaccum missed and nobody else saw. I'm sorry we're not perfectly polished porcelin dolls. What the hell.
Speed weed you superstar, no matter what you won't get far. You'll die of cancer and the song they'll play, will make your fans all writh on your death day. And they'll smile and laugh with champagne in their hands, as a fantastic wave misses this land. We'll get high on clean air and drink apple juice, under lovely stars but what is the use. Of being famous and having glamour, when you have to practice some speech so you won't stammar. I say just forget it and say what you're thinking, because even if they aren't listening they're blinking. And that means their alive and I'm pretty sure still kickin', but at the after-party they'll all have that fried chicken. So unformal and it will all end, with bodies piled high from bend to bend. They will all die and what song will be played, oh my lets see that one the superstars made. Lets all get high you damn stoner kids, kill the superstars was the plan they did. I wonder when they'll get back with the platters of gold, this was the story my superstar would have told. If they hadn't died on rather horrid day, when they had more dieing to do than words to say.
Haha. I felt like writing a poem. ********. I love joo all! Well. Most of you. Nah, love joo all. And if you hate me. I still love jew. :'p
Zombie Doll` · Sat Feb 25, 2006 @ 06:11am · 2 Comments |
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