once upon a time, you were OWNED by a alison.

She talked a mile a minute so thus, no one actually knew what she was going on about.
She would destroy nations at air hockey, violate them, and not call afterwards.

she had a layout site, ADULTERY LYTS subliminal message: GO.

She likes

art. music.colors. friends & lovers. not so much of the latter. reading. family guy. vintage. angst. rain. sleep. hipbones. violence. late night talks. japanese food. tackling cool people. disturbing the peace. cinematic adventures. oldschool television. colorful bound things. toys r us. being loud. s&m. taking silverware. bears.

She was usually found blasting indie. emo. punk. metal[slash]rock-core. electronica. and she had a tendency to force her music upon innocent bystanders.

She could list all the bands she listens to, but why? she knows them. and if you don't, then STFU and too bad.
she doesn't change, she has reincarnations. right now, she's the darling BOHEMIAN. she could be the pope next.

msn: devilsent_00

aim: ohhxviolentine

R-R-REVOLUTION <3 ; show me your hipbones. no, seriously ;; im so hxc i headbutted a dog and we both screamed ;; so what we're gorgeous and bisexual ;; i got the hots for boys with no hearts ;;
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

In chemistry class, my teacher warned us not to go to close to a chemical reaction that was melting a penny. "You'll be toast!" he said. This girl in my class replied perkily with, "Yeah, literally!"

Me: No, not literally. Are you a loaf of bread? Hmm? How are you going to be toast then, you stupid hoe? Because I don't see any alternative path between you, and becoming literally, toast.

Class: Chill, man.


Monday, November 21, 2005

i've conformed like the little bitch that we all are inside.

MYSPACE.

trashmanifesto.

xanga posts will slow down even more than now.

1. who the fuck keeps copy+pasting my icons until the bandwith is exceeded? i'm not a icon site, piss off and find a place that is. there are many.

2. sorry to anyone who reads this peice of shmuck. i will keep updating.


Wednesday, November 09, 2005

 

more bashing.

01. in song lyrics, what the hell do they mean when they say "but you won't get to see the tears that i've cried" ? as opposed to, "yes by jove, you're going to see these tears that i've already cried. here. i kept them in boxes. every time they evaporated, i poked myself in the eye with a loaf of bread until the supply was replenished. i'll leave them in places you frequent until you FINALLY LOOK AT THESE TEARS, AND TAKE A MENTAL SKEMATIC OF THEM THAT WILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU DIE. good luck, fucker. "

 

02. there are these earthquake releif posters at school that read:

60,000 dead
100,000 homeless
20,000 in hospitals

THE NUMBERS ARE UNMEASURABLE

...am i the only one who sees this?

 

03.  when you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling ou tnames, they say "Dufrane, party of two. Dufrane, party of two." And if no one answers, they'll say their name again. "Dufrane, party of two. Dufrane, party of two." But then if no one answers, they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, what happened to the Dufranes. No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish...the Dufranes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths, and they're hungry. Bush, search party of three. you can eat when you find the Dufranes.

-Mitch Hedberg (RIP)

now i'm of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a caberet somewhere downtown a burlesque queen may even ask my name.


Sunday, November 06, 2005

happy late 

 

birthday 

 

to the coolest samurai

 

ever.

EMO!11!1!1! in case shit happens to the other one Hippie. doodling in your notebook. bickering at the hawkers. wedding crashers. you are not at all like vince vaughn. i hate it when people where their pants in bed. take it off. piggyback rides. buying icecream at erich's house. you're a bag of douche. you read me like a book. page after page. i love you, constantly inebriated cheesehead.

 

 


Monday, October 10, 2005

MMKAYYY!11!11ONE+SHIFT


01.
if i see another person with a little icon that says "im underneath your window with my radio", i'm going to choke blood. what in God's name does it mean.

me: ...'the hell do you think you're doing?

emokid: i'm playing my radio beneath your window.

me: do you have any idea what time it is?

emokid: but i'm supposed to be the only station that plays your song.

me: you're not even playing music. thats a recording of a monkey fucking a coconut. could be a melon. sounds like a co-co-nut.

emokid: bu-

me: go on. get.

 

02. that song "colors of the wind". you can't paint with the colors of the wind. there are no colors in the wind. you're a delusional native american.

 

03. when people walk really slowly in scary movies. they hear something from behind a closed door, and go to check it out. ten minutes later, they still haven't reached the door, the tension's gone, and im thinking "did i leave the stove on at home? i might of. i should really check. i really should." the guy next me is regretting that night with Saffron, the hooker from miami.

 

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