Culture, Drugs, Fun, Life, Society

Trust Me Im Young

Let’s just be

Happy. Loud. Add a bounce and a hop to your step. Ignore your stresses.
Throw caution to the wind and just
laugh out loud and dance. Wear a
smile on our faces.

Drink up, smoke up, snot up, shoot up
hit your buzz. Fuck the fuck out and
fuck shit up. Have fun. Paint the town.
Here some paintball gun and red
pellets. Young, fresh, wild. Be the
menace you wanna be. Do the shit
you wanna do. Live fucking life.

Take that one shot. Because in the morning you have to remember to…

Forever Young

Forever Young

Be GOOD Kids 😀

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Fun, Him, Life, Me, Thoughts

Its All About One Word Right NOW

Remember as a child and you’d watch
Ed, Edd ‘n Eddy? And then there was
this guy? And you never knew what
to make of him?

YES!!! Plank!!!
MOTHERFUCKIN’ PLANK!!!

You never knew what he was thinking,
or what he’s gonna suggest next. I’m
willing to bet he was playing that sap
Johnny, why you think the poor kid
was so fucked!?

THAT’S RIGHT!!! MOTHERFUCKIN’ PLANK!!!

Now, from now on, forget what you
think you know. From now, you think
of me as Plank. I’m still gathering my
forces. Now, I’m on a new mission,
which is actually an old mission, I just
had to dig it out and dust it off.

Fun, its all about that now, fun. Let’s
chill on everything else a bit

MOTHERFUCKIN’ PLANK!!!! >=) HAHA

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Drugs, Him, Me, Truth

Red Lightsabers and Dark Cloaks

We told you we remembered. We’ve been aimless for long. The gods sought to blind, conspired to keep me from my track.

I feel like my old self again. The real fucking badass that I molded, chiselled, polished and varnished on the fires of the sun. Yes! He is that bad. I can be that guy.

I’m done denying the truth. And I’m happiest as an evil, sadist, immoral fuck.That I’m a bad, bad man. I’ve not always been proud of it, and decided to not be that guy, but it feels good. It feels like…[Smirk] I’ve been flirting with the dark side a bit lately.

money can’t buy love, but it can sure buy happiness

I’m not so sure that me feeling like this is a good thing for the rest of the world. Fuck if I care though, gotta live for me. What is good always feels good, and all it took was one little pill, ain’t it.

bones broken by sticks and stones heal rather nicely. Hurts from words are another story.

[Lights cigarette] it feels really good.
But let keep it a secret. Tell no-one. 🙂 😉 sssssshhhhhh ;-shh

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Drugs, Him, love, Me

Chopped Wings And Nothing Of It

Pretty little butterfly, land on my finger. Trust me, I’ll talk to you, you’ll talk to me and I’ll make you just like me.

See, there’s someone I wanna talk to but I can’t. They probably won’t pay me any attention anyway and I said I’d stop showing up in their lives. The problem is, well its just, they made being mad okay for me. It wasn’t them more than it was being with them, maybe it was, maybe… Fuck I really don’t know. But then they left, they left me alone. Left me feeling like my innards are swirling in an endless vortex of misery.

confict, confusion.

This is how I split in two the first time. [Smile] this time though I’m out to do something. I can’t say what it is. Insanity, it never leaves you. Just let’s your mind go on field trip, a bit. But I’m babbling…

See now you wingless just like me.
And in a moment, I’ll leave you to be alone, just like me. And you taste the bitter misery, just like me.
I love you though. Thank you for listening. But I have go now, I have handle my shit. 🙂

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Him, Life, Thoughts, Truth

Quell Me Some…

As I chill here, in my room. Laying on my bed. I start becoming restless, angry, going mad. Like a wild gorilla in a cage, I imagine. I want to roar at the top of my lungs and bounce around the walls. Rattle them until they fall. Then go on a rampage. Crush everything that’s in my way. Break shit. Throw shit. Flip shit. Fuck shit up. Pound my chest and shit. Make all these motherfuckers feel my wrath. Bring pain while I rage.

FUCK!
I won’t though. I’m just gonna keep it all in my head. Where it all started. Even though the ape in my head is already doing all that shit.
I think you just go for a smoke now. Maybe if you had some marijuana.
I need my fucking pills. But I got booted from my med aid scheme, now I can’t afford shit.
I think my doctor made the right call when she asked if I wanted to be on depression meds too. I wouldn’t know how they feel, I haven’t taken a single one of those fuckers.

I think I know what causes all of this. But everyday something comes up that makes me thing it might be part of the problem. I just need to get the fuck out.

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