Listening to: Static-X // Otsegolation
Feeling: gothic
maaaaan, i got this BADASS hat on Saturday. its SO damn COOL! its so cool, i wrote a song about it. i will now subject you to it...
My Hat Song (by Ariel)
my hat is too sexy for you
black n white n grey
(hey)
my sexy logger's hat
sexy logger's hat
Canadian eh?
(HA!)
NO WAY!
plaid n black n white n grey
ear flaps, so fuzzay
(hey)
black n soft n so not suede
my hat is too sexy for you
too sexy for you
OH SO SEXY!
too much for you
dont ash on it ho!
i kill you!
my hat will too
with its sexay fuzzay-ness
(hey..)
YAY! haha, i cannot write for shit. hmm...since im all "WOO IM A WRITER!" mood right now, i think ill put some other shite o mine up in this biznatch.
heres one that sounds like Dr Suess a little...
nor Hell nor Heaven is where i lay
but somewhere far worse
somewhere far away
this place is familiar
ive been here before
seems so unlike other places ive been before
the sun never sleeps
the moon never sinks
the birds never sing
only moan and weep
w00t! no.
heres a REALLY bad one i did yesterday. i was all pissed off cos noone belives me when i say anything. i dont even lie that much to make people not believe me. or do i? i dont think so. its weird. people are weird. it makes no sense. AH! anyway, here...
Open your eyes
free your mind
even for a little while
let go of what you know
discard the known
take a stroll down the unknown
who knows what could behold
look for something to hold onto
find something believable to believe in
be human
be alone
take everything down to the bones
Open your eyes
even for a short time
even once
just once in a lifetime
open them to see
see past the shit
past the lies
past pain
into the truth
if only for a little while
Open your eyes,
look for something more
the facts arnt always true
theres something more inside me,
inside you
open your eyes,
if only for a while
i hate that one. like the idea. hate the words i used. its too repedative and different at the same time.
i think in circles. its annoying.
whoa, MORE circles...joy...or should i say "cycles" ahahaha! no. not funny.
no respect for love
no love for the dead
no respect for life
no love for anything
only love of nothing
running in circles
everythings spinning
everythings unclear
nothings what it seems
night turns to day
day turns to night
again and again
trapped in a cycle
a neverending cycle
called life
my dads up here telling me what my "southern horoscope" is. hes a dumbass. hes standing right next to me saying this bullshit. hes so stupid. GOD! im an supposedly "grits". tahts so nasty. i dont give a shit about what my "southern horoscope" is. its not funny. its dumb as hell.
wow. its like 9:30. i started writing this entry over two or three hours ago. hm..thats pretty cool. i got more shit...
i lost myself
long ago
i threw it all away
thought it was just a game
i thought that it didnt matter
as long as we have fun
i thought that was the point
i thought wrong
that one is REALLY short compaired to some other ones i got. and...theres more...actually only one more i think...yes. only one left...
my eyes are falling from their place
they are streaming from my face
in an endless river of tears
sorrow is all i see
pain will only be a memory
abandoned
cold
alone
im left with nothing
my thoughts haunt me in the dark
for the last time
sitting on the floor
tranquil seas of sorrow,
turn into raging rapids of angony
as i pierce my heart,
all i can think of is you
all i taste is you
all i smell is you
blood fills my mouth
exploding from the inside
finally dying outside
the floor,
bleached in blood
stained with sadness
the smell of death
sulfer
brimstone
im drowning in my senses
everythings white
then i am once again plunged into darkness
there i wait...alone,
for another try
wow. i can NOT write.
my moms taking me to see my doctor on...the 13th i think she said. we gotta get my prescription for Adderal filled out again and were gonna see about getting me some anti-depressants. yay for pills!
i need to shave my legs. ew.
anyway, whoever reads these, please tell me what you honestly think. i love getting feed-back. positive and negative. so...pretty much yeah.
I couldn't be able to write for the life fo me. So god damn lazy.