At this moment there are 6,514,303,172 people in the world give or take a few starting june 1st, there will be an estimated 6,519,369,248 starting July 1st, 6,525,486,603. i cant help but wonder..july 5th...how many people will die? i dont see how its fair i see another year and their lives end on my birthday...but i cant help and think how many will be born...open your eyes, baby boy. the world is a wide open space filled with tragedy and love. haha oh wait, they go hand in hand, how silly of me. but nawww its not all bad. you have to promise me you'll grow up to be happy and positive. dont let that rain cloud hover over you. learn to dance in the rain. jump in puddles. smile when the sky's blue and dont let a pink & purple sunset pass you by. never give in to the fear in your heart and love unconditionally. Oh baby boy, make up for what we've all missed and gave up. teach others how to live. dont let them drown in apathy and tragedy like we have. Baby boy, shine so bright, dont let the world pass you by...

We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep love is like being punched in the stomach. lets cut the nooses they have tied around our necks Thought i'd update. the middle one really is the only one i feel like right now, but they all apply. god damn.

My favorite poem ever i just needed a place to put it for now :] 'Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And thats what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a peice of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And thats what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" becuase that was the question about his girl And thats what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out in the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed and his father snoring soundly Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because thats what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didnt think he could reach the kitchen.'