2002-01-05 | GET A LIFE/HATE YOUR FRIENDS

channeling this negative hole in my spirit into something of positive effect

maybe not, but at least i should get it out of my system

put it down on the pages and let the ink dry into truthful stone

it's situations like this that make me feel even more alone

when people you don't know try to fuck with your comfort it's a very disenchanting thing

to think that someone who doesn't know any better thinks that i have the time to fuck with other peoples lives, the way these bastards fucked with mine

if i had a reputation, i may not anymore

if i knew what the game was i'd settle the score

i'm running on fuel

i'm fuming, with smoke shooting out of my ears like bullets from dirty harrys heater

fueled by the fire of the heat of something that i don't even know the source of

if i hurt somebody, get over it

if i don't know about it then it can't be that bad

i'm good with these things, i always treat people like i wish they had (to me)

just in case by some outrageous fortune they decide i'm a human being, too

but for them to have doubted me for no reason, makes me wonder if they're even worth my attention

i'm sick of giving people chances to prove that they're not cynical, selfish, egotistical, snobby, assholes

when i'm never even given 5 minutes to prove i'm a decent human being, worthy of giving them something they could use

why do i want to make friends?

they always end up using me in the end

another reason why she's perfect is that she never doubted me for a second

she's always on my side, and her streak of undying support must be some kind of record

it's never going to die

just like our love, it's too happy to go anywhere

why would you leave this fluffy place

our love feels like the most comfortable mattress in the furniture store

so good you forget where you are

so we're going to stay right there, if that's alright with you

unlike those people that dwell in their miserable wilderness

like a prisoner who doesn't feel at home in the real world

walking around with the tears of a clown imbedded into their unforgiving skulls

trying to fuck up on purpose, just so they can go back to living in the dark, listening to sad songs, and wondering what they can do to top their last trick, so they can feed on the bottom again

if you're hearing this, whoever you are

just know you've added significantly to my permanent scar

i'm not going to threaten you, because you'll damage yourself in due time

and i'd end up being labeled as the jerk

ain't it funny how the minds of the fucked up ones work?

- premature ejaculation | tantra +