Jan 30, 2008
Jan 29, 2008
ok... so i'm bitter. who the hell cares? i don't give a damn to what you say. and never will i ever hear and believe a single, nasty fart from you. and guess what, JERK, (jerk...suits you well), i am soooooo over the fact that you actually had the guts to inform me that you still EXIST.!!
by golly... it just goes to show that somehow, in an unintentional manner, pure, innocent, sincere, pink JERKINESS just manages to shine through. through your veins, your skin, that HELIUM-packed head of yours.
and i am telling you (for the fucking millionth time) and I swear to the bitching mother of all stupid jerks, that i am never giving a hell of a damn to whatever happens to you.
i am not your salvation, i am not your potty.
i am not your mother.
i am not your bitch.
i am not your conscience.
i am not your daily source of carbohydrates.
i am not your song to murder.
i am not your picture to take.
i am not your god.
i am not your devil. never your angel.
i am here to testify that jerks actually roam the face of the earth, that's why we are all deteriorating in an unbelievable record-breaking speed.
and this blog post sucks. putik.
Jan 28, 2008
Jan 14, 2008
that time of day when all you hear is breathing.
and you just want to fall off a cliff and never ever reach the ground.
like falling into everything.
falling into nothing.
water running on my face.
i love water...
fly back up.
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i've just been to my happy place. and yet..
drip my blood drips.
so warm, it scorches me.
blissful and painful.
cruel and gentle.
i feel powerful, invincible.
so strong that i could fly.
but i am weak, a petal that surrenders to the wind's summon.
drip the water drips.
i sit in this cold corner.
naked and wet,jaded and cold.
i'll keep my voice for that single song.
i''ll wait for that spark of light and i'll mark my path.
for when it won't come, i'll trace my steps and search again.
to find you is bliss, like seeing the sun for the first time, seeing the moon for the last.