... when we first met, girl - Michael Jackson wish i had someone to talk to, someone i could confide in, just want to know the truth - papa roach conjure up your face and trace your body in the air - meatloaf i can still remember just the way you taste, and it's been a while- staind sit back and watch this shit like wow - eminem carpe diem baybaaaay - 'tellica set it off RISE! - pod as sand through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives - TV >< time to die - my old mate. ammar, fucking camel jockey >< dance dance, wherever you may be - .? i can't, see you through the snowblind - black sabbath mercedes. dear god. that child. watch her. I have this relationship with god. well. an understanding. I'll stay the hell out of his business if he stays out of mine. and it works. back to that in a mo, the pressing issue of franklet, that would be frances elissa. homewrecker. "the truth told with bad intention will beat all the lies you can invent" this two bit whore told my darling little sister vienna, about the sam thing. with, apparently the intention of destroying what relationshiop we have. lol like. wow. how pathetic can someone get. i trespassed her from my home because she's a lying whore. and because she tried breaking up me an staci up and because she fucked up mikes life and because she treats her son as a meal ticket. some fun anecdotal evidence: she's going on holiday to australia for NYs. paid for: by someone else, Ben (her son) going to be looked after by mum she's going to fuck surfer boys and take drugs. highly responsible when you have a year old son. she goes out most weekends, leaves ben with mum she steals and smokes my drugs in my house, while her son is asleep in the back room. she bought herself a several hundred dollar faux-fur coat instead of buying her son an epi-pen (ben's prone to anaphalactic shock, reaction to peanut butter and stuff epi-pen= stops him dying) someone else bought the epi-pen she scams not less than 600$ off the government a week, (welfare, for lying) and somehow has no money to pay for things. wait on. that "somehow" is her self serving habit of partying, drug use and alcaholism and her complete inability to think of anything but herself. she is a manipulative, toxic bitch and it makes me ill. so take this as a warning all who read frances elissa is to be avoided, she will wreck you, one way or another. typing that made me highly angry. it's an issue i dont raise unless necessary. you cannot possibly comprehend the extent to which i would like to beat her to death. so, back to my original point, which i title: "rem'niscin', 'mem'erin'" the dust has finally settled now, in a field of human clay - creed i was talking to vienna, which is where that came from. and yeh. rem'niscin. mount fucking wanaka slivovitz and the deck, and opa's 8milli. the wharf the playground the gas station, where we first met. the 'fest in wellingotown. "not alllowed boyfriends" at boarding school robme botanic gardens in wellingtown walking you to school and every morning there's me. always me. i remember so don't you forget and every day there's you, always you i'll remember so dont you regret, dont you regret a thing we've done for there's sun. it's just up for us for us it's past dawn, not yet high. and there's been clouds, but let them slide on by. because the sun's just up for us for us. and it's a beautiful day. it oughta be one hell of a sunset. //what's this life for?! - creed //i feel angry, i feel helpless, i want to help the world oh yeah, i feel violent, i feel alone - creed not feeling too bad, sore throat though. eaten nearly 2 packs of vicks. _ra 2140|080808