Devious Journal EntryI feel pathetic, but I don't want to break down again, even if it inspired me to make ugly/beautiful/honest things before, to lead the life of the free and insane.
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Easing.As a general rule, friends did not go to my house. It just didn't happen. When my parents weren't angry, when I wasn't in trouble, when no one was working, when it wasn't a school day, friends were, on occasion, allowed to come over.Easing.
Of course, in my teenage years, I did not want anyone near my home. My obsessive-compulsive disorder did not want any of my friends around the filth that tortured me on a daily basis. I also did not want to reveal how weak I am. How many times I was my hands. How erratic I am under the force of panic.
When he came by one evening, I was, most of all, shocked. My parents did not shoot him
by ~teratogenist
building blocksdignity is a travesty worn as a cloak around those naked underneath society's ragsbuilding blocks
I am fully clothed and undermined weighted down
the spring water tasted like shit so I preferred to drink from the well
contaminated by a cess pool
babes and posters spewing idealism
virginal eyes and a fucked mouth
I avoid saying 'god damn' I like my
Christianity-inspired
moral friends too much they make me smile much more
than any of my atheist friends
I could cut most of my fingers off and have room t
by ~teratogenist
HonestyAttention: Couch R-1 School DistrictHonesty
To Whom It May Concern:
I am a graduating senior of the 2006 class. If, based on what I write, you can deduce who I am, more power to you. If one can use such reasoning to determine my identity, hopefully that logic can be utilized in acknowledging and possibly even helping to solve the education crisis. And 'crisis' is not a word used for shock value. The issues so negatively affecting what is to be the future generation of Americans, particularly in rural Missouri, are no doubt impacting your life now. I a
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"The Spring of Our Discontent"last night I thought of a man this morning I thought of another."The Spring of Our Discontent"
yet both seem to be
boys to me same age, different attitudes entirely.
my nightmares are full to brimming with fear they make me want to get up and wash my hands upon awakening.
acetone makes better soap than soap it makes things cleaner.
Memphis is my lover's home and thus it must be mine but I will not be allowed to live with her.
I do not want to leave here with no money no chance at success before I go and act out adult ambitio
by ~teratogenist
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- Current Residence: Belleview, Florida
- Interests: being more.
- Favourite movie: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy; The Devil's Rejects; Red Dragon
- Favourite band or musician: Demons & Wizards; Smashing Pumpkins/Zwan/Billy Corgan; Led Zeppelin; Modest Mouse; Morrissey
- Favourite genre of music: 3; oldies, rock, and metal.
- Favourite artist: any one of my talented friends.
- Favourite poet or writer: Poet - Stevie Wall; Writer - George Orwell or Jack Kerouac
- Wallpaper of choice: black background.
- Favourite gaming platform: Computer.
- Personal Quote: "I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation." - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
- Tools of the Trade: Sharpie; Tetra
- Email: unenthusiast@gmail.com
- Yahoo: konstantinist
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