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Something always pushes me here. I have a trigger, and when it’s squeezed I always end up on Tumblr, talking to myself. I swore it wouldn’t bother me anymore, I swore I had moved on. I’m beginning to realize how much time I spend saying what Im NOT going to do. It usually works. Or atleast it has once or twice before. I need to grow the Freak up
Life gets hard when you love nothing else
Im not just a man with these broken dreams, even i can go to heaven if he’ll part the sea
Solo
My only follower deleted her account. Looks like it’s me, myself, and I again. It’s ok, we’re all friendly here
More random lyrics
I’m a bad mothafucka but too good to die young. Everybody selling dreams but I’m too cheap to buy one. When that cookie crumbles everybody wants a crumb. Shoot that hummingbird down hummingbird don’t hum
If you want some, come get some. Where I’m from we tote big guns.
Random lyrics stuck in my head
We’ll all float on, alright already, we’ll all float on, alright already, we’ll all float on even if things get a bit too heavy we’ll all float on alright.
This is my tribe. Mi familia. Born of a night of intoxicated recklessness, we now sheepishly admit too belonging to a group of elite supervisory units known only as hannahbot, abel thorn, kobra kid, and christine.
Husk
Water rushes, the breeze blows steadily. I sit alone, watching as the colors leave. My eyes are dull, but they still sense the world around me. My ears perceive the steady crunch of leaves punctuating the silence like a ticking clock. My toes curl but my legs refuse to move. My fingers grip a knife, cold and smooth. Its presence is a reminder of my past ideas and ways. It seems to matter less the more I run my finger down the pointed blade. So there I remain, captured by unwilling apathy, unable to leave this place. Or unwilling too? My heart beats only to supply blood, my soul has left it. It is only a muscle, a organic method of oxygenation for my body. It holds no love. My mind holds no ideals, only a uncontrollable urge to fight. To fight against the life I have and push through my muddled environment towards the sunlight. It has been too long since I stood in the sunshine with a clear head. My head is a window pain, for some reason I keep using dirt to try and clean it. I know where the path is, I just wont stop myself from playing in the woods. Why can’t I simply walk the road that has been laid out before me? Inside me a demon rages, we constantly struggle for control. A icy chill tells my spine when I am on the path. That should be the only sensation i crave.
I want you to lead me, take me somewhere, i don’t want to live in a dream all day.
A day to remember
It’s columbine day, smoke Pot day, and hitlers birthday. Happy 420
So much for skater girl. I’ve been rejected by yet another interest. Chug chug chug chug chug buuuurrrrrpppp
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