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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 @ 12:51am
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awesome SONG
Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words: "What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter. "And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
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I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
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[!Stained!_black_.heart.]
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[!Stained!_black_.heart.]
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 @ 09:16pm
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NOT A QUIZ!! =O but i doubt you want to read it
my life is spiraling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs like "Stab my heart because I love you" and "Rip apart my soul" and of course "Stabby rip stab stab" And it doesn't help that i couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing either...like that guy from that band can do....some days you know...
I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be You'd be non-conforming too if you look just like me I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs Cause i feel real deep when dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a f** Our dudes look like chicks and chicks look like dykes Cause emo is one step below transvestite
Stop my breathing and slit my throat I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows I must be emo
I'm dark and sensitive with low self esteem the way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween I have no real problems but I like to make believe I stole my sister's mascara now i'm grounded for a week sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies I can't get through a hawthorne heights album without sobbing Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun They say they already have a p***y, they don't need another one
stop my breathing and slit my throat i must be emo
I don't jump around when i go to shows I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes I must be emo
my life is just a black abyss... ya know..it's so dark. And it's suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans...which look great on me by the way.
When I get depressed I cut my wrist in every direction Hearing songs about getting dumped gives me an erection I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth You can read me "Catcher in the Rye" and watch me jack off I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life If I said that I like girls I'd only be half right
I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo I must be emo
Screw xbox I play old school Nintendo I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals I must be emo
My and my friends all look like clones I must be emo
My parents don't get me ya know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy...well, a couple guys ...but still, I mean it's the 2000's, can't two...or 4 dudes make out with each other without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kinda thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you are the only one that gets me...you're my best friend.
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