

BAFALSAH buses and failing and loose socks and haftasBAFALSAH
the dirt sits up in anger and my mother reads me the bible while i pick my nose and sweat between my teeth and people pretend they are dead on TV while i wish they were dead at home but when you landed one on the back of my head i came and i thought about how easy it is to not have anything i want but that wouldn't be the first or the last time fate had never been born


lead saladbut they still hate me i can't go over to their house i'm still on their cross i'm still cut up and dead in their crawlspacelead salad


hostage situations are boringi spit on my wallet and i give my doctor the finger behind his back with my tongue in her cunt and my thumbs in my eyes i listen to fancy big words and i'm supposed to be impressed and compete for words of my own but my skin turns to piss and my dick turns to snow and i wake up with my hands around my neck for the tenth time in a rowhostage situations are boring


quit itdifferent shades of carpet mock my face at different points in time different intervals of ceiling fan syrup drip noisily out of sight, while stale socks scream across different pairs of feet and different "i love you" 's raise the spirits of different dead mothers with wind blown hair that mimics the unwanted affection that trudges forever underneath my fingernailsquit it


nu.mer.ol.o.gya date. 9/11/2001.nu.mer.ol.o.gy
numeric value of 14 (9+1+1+2+0+0+1=14)
"warning" numeric value-- 86,
"martyr" numeric value--95.
add it up. (8+6=14)
(9+5=14) = 9-11-2001
causes precede their effects.
"winter" is 89 "ice" is 17.
addition. (8+9=17) (17).
effects follow their cause.
"rome" is 51 "war" is 42 "conquest" is 114.
opposite of subtraction. (5+1=6, 4+2=6, 1+1+4=6) all equal 6. distants are loosely related, they're cousins within a family.


sun and earth"Then what happens?" "Everything dies." They sat with their hearts open, best friends with a passion for life that was fading almost as fast as they were growing up. Harshly realistic and all the while constantly dreaming. They held hands through the "i-hate-yous" and no matter the fleeting thoughts of second degree murder, they were embedded in eachothers skulls for all of eternity. Two peices to a puzzle with an unbreakable (though disfunctional) bond. They got high on whatever and were always there for eachother on the way back down. They all too frequently let it all go, one touching any one with the right kind of smile, the other csun and earth


MarsMarsMars
There is this glass world, above which stars create themselves. Numberless, gold, altogether invincible. Minds melt in them, and the heart, in devotion also. They are my organs. The glass mirrors these stars, and the gold, and in passion.
A blood globe now, black, ferocious, Arrests the light. Steals the stars. Plucks them out like jewels.
It is your centre. There are no desolate sands on this planet There is only love.
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scrap is never crap
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scrap is never crap
bebe.
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alright, which of you jocks put gateorade in my bong?
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I can't draw
fuck points. I'm too lazy. *mandapants, you win.
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"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
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"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
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alright, which of you jocks put gateorade in my bong?
thank you very much
i'm moving in ten dayz.
i love you more than life...
and i miss you!!!
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