Sunday, May 9, 2010
Monday, September 7, 2009
so
After finding some you sort'a care about fucking some girl. It just makes you think. I mean sure shit happens. Now the point of my writing this is not to be sad about some stupid guy fucking me over once more. Any woman could count back to the 13Th birthday when that first guys fucked them over. But really I'm here to think about how in the fuck does one man get stuck in the tiny little narrow mind of a woman?
and here's a story that makes no sense to anything and probably stupid,
It could have been a Saturday morning, but I'm almost sure it was a Sunday, the first time I woke up to my self naked and some guy snoring right into my fucking ear. It felt like he was trying to be at loud as he could. After about ten minutes or so, I was happy just to be in my own bed. The guy half laying on my leg and shoulder were going numb. I slid out from under him put my legs over the side of the bad pushed my hands to my face and thought.(What the fuck is this guys name?) lifting up after a few secants. I get up to get in the shower. That's when I start thinking, well the situation is not that bad, I could wake him up, tall him I got to work and the random man in my bed will be gone. Unless some how he has my number. Slowly I take his phone off from the ground, my number in there is in his phone, the funny thing about it is that my name have the number 3 in it. More then likely put in there by some drunken hand. Me giving my number out is not that big of a deal here, but I will say waking up to one in my bed, that was a little different.
{Okay I could turn everything around , and say the guys wakes up and want to keep talking to me and really forgives fucking on the first night I met him, but that is not the truth. }
Once the guy wakes up and get dressed, luckily I'm in the shower when this all happens. And once I'm out the shower, me in a towel, him ready to leave, "what street is this?" my reply was, "look out the window" the reason I say that is because I lived on the main street. It was not hard to find were ever you needed to go. The boy goes to the window. Say's " ahh? thanks," and walked right out of the door. And there it was the first out of what now seems like a one thousand now.
and here's a story that makes no sense to anything and probably stupid,
It could have been a Saturday morning, but I'm almost sure it was a Sunday, the first time I woke up to my self naked and some guy snoring right into my fucking ear. It felt like he was trying to be at loud as he could. After about ten minutes or so, I was happy just to be in my own bed. The guy half laying on my leg and shoulder were going numb. I slid out from under him put my legs over the side of the bad pushed my hands to my face and thought.(What the fuck is this guys name?) lifting up after a few secants. I get up to get in the shower. That's when I start thinking, well the situation is not that bad, I could wake him up, tall him I got to work and the random man in my bed will be gone. Unless some how he has my number. Slowly I take his phone off from the ground, my number in there is in his phone, the funny thing about it is that my name have the number 3 in it. More then likely put in there by some drunken hand. Me giving my number out is not that big of a deal here, but I will say waking up to one in my bed, that was a little different.
{Okay I could turn everything around , and say the guys wakes up and want to keep talking to me and really forgives fucking on the first night I met him, but that is not the truth. }
Once the guy wakes up and get dressed, luckily I'm in the shower when this all happens. And once I'm out the shower, me in a towel, him ready to leave, "what street is this?" my reply was, "look out the window" the reason I say that is because I lived on the main street. It was not hard to find were ever you needed to go. The boy goes to the window. Say's " ahh? thanks," and walked right out of the door. And there it was the first out of what now seems like a one thousand now.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Your a bad person You have no right to say anything to anyone you stupid fat fuck, sometimes the bast way to talk to someone is late night drunk, half naked in their bed. someone the best days are spent drunk with someone you hardly know.. then fucking them.
And when someone like's someone they start liking and doing what the other person does, not because they like it or anything, but just because everybody wants to fall in love with themselves.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
acting not what there after
Half hearted
I hate the half smiles on people’s faces
The face that’s really just say’s, “ I really don’t care about you”
Really every one has this face.
You could
You could just cost.
You could just go around asking other opinions
You could just make your self-think that what they say is important
You could go on believing that you are them and they are you
JACK BE SAFER
Jack fell in love
Jack fell out of love
Jack fell in love
Jack became father
Jack became a man
Jack fell off the roof
Jack became a baby
I hate the half smiles on people’s faces
The face that’s really just say’s, “ I really don’t care about you”
Really every one has this face.
You could
You could just cost.
You could just go around asking other opinions
You could just make your self-think that what they say is important
You could go on believing that you are them and they are you
JACK BE SAFER
Jack fell in love
Jack fell out of love
Jack fell in love
Jack became father
Jack became a man
Jack fell off the roof
Jack became a baby
Winding woods
Have you ever drank so much wine that in the morning, your mouth is a bright blood red. You can’t tell if you bit your tongue, or if you really just drank that much cheap red wine. I have. It came in a box too.
All I wanted to know was how did this happen. My feet are black and I don’t think I even slept, did I?
I remember walking, walking in the woods. With that stupid little box of red wine. It reminded me of a juice box, you know the hand held once you squeeze to hard and you spray all over your self.
I remember at the end of the woods, stopping and seeing a wonderful thing,
just now if I could remember.
Have you ever drank so much wine that in the morning, your mouth is a bright blood red. You can’t tell if you bit your tongue, or if you really just drank that much cheap red wine. I have. It came in a box too.
All I wanted to know was how did this happen. My feet are black and I don’t think I even slept, did I?
I remember walking, walking in the woods. With that stupid little box of red wine. It reminded me of a juice box, you know the hand held once you squeeze to hard and you spray all over your self.
I remember at the end of the woods, stopping and seeing a wonderful thing,
just now if I could remember.
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Story time (you make this s**t up)
So it was what it was. I was lying on my belly half naked in the bed of some guy I met about 7 hours before. Who does this, how did I get here? What’s this guys name? I just kept repeating in the back of my head.
I remember looking up at the clock, blinking reds hurt my eyes after a long enough night. It was blinking 4:00am, more then likely it was wrong and I didn’t care. All I knew was I needed to get back from where I came from. Wait, where did I start?
I just wanted to remember.
On my back now smoking a cigarette just starring at the ceiling trying to get lost, trying to not think about the man staring right at me. Trying to think, how did this get started?
The City was Grand Rapids. I knew this; the time was way too early in the morning. I don’t think I slept, maybe I did? That didn’t matter, I just need to collect my things and get right out of that house.
I looked at the boy, right in the eyes. He had bright blue eyes, I could see why I ended where I ended. I asked him where the bathroom was. As I got up I saw my pants and shirt lying on the ground right at the end of the bed. As I picked them up and put them on and my stomach started to turn. The boy looked at me and asked what was the matter. I looked at him and my face started to get tight. “I think I’m going to get sick” I sprinted to the bathroom, the boy followed. I slammed the door in his face. He must have heard the vomit from my mouth hit the water, because he asked if I needed anything in between it. I only asked for a glass of water. I just wanted to get out of that damn house.
Once I had myself as clean as I could get, I walked out of the bathroom. I started apologizing to the blue-eyed boy. I don’t think he cared that much. He handed me a bottled water. I grabbed my backpack and started walking toward the door. The boy was still in boxers didn’t seem to know what to make of me. Just strange looks. I said, “I’m sorry” and walked out the door Outside, I noticed the sun was coming up.
I knew where I was, and I know I had a long walk ahead of me. Slowly but surely, I started remembering the walk back with the boy. The feeling of being loved. Wondering if I’d ever get anything like that again. Knowing myself, I was sure I would.
I recognized a white house, an old friends house. I wasn’t even sure if the person still lived there, but I walked up and knocked anyways. Timothy Richards. As soon as he opened the door he started laughing, “I knew I was going to see you this morning.”
I could tell he also had a long night. He invited me in for coffee with him and his girlfriend Lisa. Walking in a home is different then walking into a house. When you walk into a house, you don’t have to take off your shoes and some people never even take off their jacket. This, on the other hand, was a home-plus bikes. Although there was a bike in the living room, you knew you still had to take off you shoes. I didn’t have a problem with. This I actually prefer homes to houses. Lisa knew how to keep people in line; it was a nice place to be.
After telling Timothy and Lisa most of what I remember. Two cups of coffee and a little inspiration from both of them, I went on my way to figure out what really happened last night. I started to remember little clues from the night before, faces the color of cups, the size of fires. I checked out my phone, to see the last phone call’s. It looks like I made about 3 calls the night before. One to Josh Crocker, one to Daniel, and one to a number I didn’t recognize 616-552-8858, and who ever that was, was the winner of the first phone call of the day.
I wasn’t nervous until the phone started ringing. Turns out it was just an old friend that lived not too far away. So I walked to Mike’s house, the random number now had a name. So I was now one step closer to finding out what I really had done.
Once there he asked if I wanted to have a picnic. So now heading down town toward all the old fashioned remolded houses, the huge churches, all of the cars on the street just waiting getting hotter and hotter in the insides of them, people walking around with nothing but Ipod head phones in there ears not caring about anything but them self’s. I don’t care about them anyways. Trying to remember if I was down there at all the night before.
And just like a sign from God, Five Lyon. But any God interested in me is one messed up God, I say this only because I remember trashing this little apartment, taking one side of a old futon bed and tossing it out the balcony. As soon as I saw half of the crap on the street. I started laughing. More and more random images starting running threw my head. I started telling Mike about it.
“Well, damn, turns out you did have a good time after all.” He said. I started rambling. “We have to go up there, I have to talk to whosever’s place this is and ask them everything, like, who I was with?”
Once up there I knew where almost everything was, it was strange to think I took part in a complete riot. A girl answered the door. Let’s just say she looked like she was in misery. I concentrated on the things behind her. It looked like everything was shook off the walls; you could see where the pictures used to be in the hallway, but they were lying on the ground, all of the glass shattered. It looked like a hammer had blasted into each of them. I remember walking down the hall. I could almost hear the sounds of a hammer hitting each of the pictures. The worst part was that I did not remember the girl.
I look at the woman “is there anything we could do, we can help you clean this madness up?” For the first time I took a look right into her eyes. Her eyes where throbbing red, as she look up, her eyes just had a shine, the tear started swelling up and almost poured out. This woman had her home destroyed. She had no idea I took a part in this.
The woman looked at me. “I would like that very much.” Her eyes were those of a lost ten year old in a carnival.
I asked her name, Her name was Janet.
As I started to walk through Janet’s home, I started remember all the people, the coffee mugs that the kids were holding. I started to remember placement of people standing. Walking in to the kitchen where I people were pouring shot after shot of whiskey. I wanted to start vomiting. This girl had no idea. I started to ask what happened.
She backed up against the wall and fell straight down to her keens. These tears were not fake, these tears had more sadness, more anger, more hatred I have ever heard in my life. “Two days” she said in a small voice, “two Goodman days” she started to shout. Her tears got heaver. She started to explain, “I moved in a week ago. I went home for 2 days, I haven’t met anyone in this damn building.” She couldn’t look at Mike or I in the eyes. At first I felt terrible. Then after a while I felt like her saint, the person helping this girl out, I one person that stopped and noticed I just made this girl day a little bit brighter. made this girls nightmare come true, and I’m here to save the day.
Nothing mattered at all other then what this girl thought. She thought I was her bright and shining star. Mike had to go to work. I walked him to work, I told him what I was doing. His reply was “You’re one sick person, you know that?” By this time I didn’t care I smiled and kept walking back to Janet’s place. Once there we picked up most everything, as I was putting all of her belongs in to trash bags, I remember more and more of the night before, I remember people telling me what they we’re doing, I remember a small boy running up to me yelling “we found a place, its cool. “ following people up into the apartment. By then I didn’t care. This girl thought the world of me.
I win.
So it was what it was. I was lying on my belly half naked in the bed of some guy I met about 7 hours before. Who does this, how did I get here? What’s this guys name? I just kept repeating in the back of my head.
I remember looking up at the clock, blinking reds hurt my eyes after a long enough night. It was blinking 4:00am, more then likely it was wrong and I didn’t care. All I knew was I needed to get back from where I came from. Wait, where did I start?
I just wanted to remember.
On my back now smoking a cigarette just starring at the ceiling trying to get lost, trying to not think about the man staring right at me. Trying to think, how did this get started?
The City was Grand Rapids. I knew this; the time was way too early in the morning. I don’t think I slept, maybe I did? That didn’t matter, I just need to collect my things and get right out of that house.
I looked at the boy, right in the eyes. He had bright blue eyes, I could see why I ended where I ended. I asked him where the bathroom was. As I got up I saw my pants and shirt lying on the ground right at the end of the bed. As I picked them up and put them on and my stomach started to turn. The boy looked at me and asked what was the matter. I looked at him and my face started to get tight. “I think I’m going to get sick” I sprinted to the bathroom, the boy followed. I slammed the door in his face. He must have heard the vomit from my mouth hit the water, because he asked if I needed anything in between it. I only asked for a glass of water. I just wanted to get out of that damn house.
Once I had myself as clean as I could get, I walked out of the bathroom. I started apologizing to the blue-eyed boy. I don’t think he cared that much. He handed me a bottled water. I grabbed my backpack and started walking toward the door. The boy was still in boxers didn’t seem to know what to make of me. Just strange looks. I said, “I’m sorry” and walked out the door Outside, I noticed the sun was coming up.
I knew where I was, and I know I had a long walk ahead of me. Slowly but surely, I started remembering the walk back with the boy. The feeling of being loved. Wondering if I’d ever get anything like that again. Knowing myself, I was sure I would.
I recognized a white house, an old friends house. I wasn’t even sure if the person still lived there, but I walked up and knocked anyways. Timothy Richards. As soon as he opened the door he started laughing, “I knew I was going to see you this morning.”
I could tell he also had a long night. He invited me in for coffee with him and his girlfriend Lisa. Walking in a home is different then walking into a house. When you walk into a house, you don’t have to take off your shoes and some people never even take off their jacket. This, on the other hand, was a home-plus bikes. Although there was a bike in the living room, you knew you still had to take off you shoes. I didn’t have a problem with. This I actually prefer homes to houses. Lisa knew how to keep people in line; it was a nice place to be.
After telling Timothy and Lisa most of what I remember. Two cups of coffee and a little inspiration from both of them, I went on my way to figure out what really happened last night. I started to remember little clues from the night before, faces the color of cups, the size of fires. I checked out my phone, to see the last phone call’s. It looks like I made about 3 calls the night before. One to Josh Crocker, one to Daniel, and one to a number I didn’t recognize 616-552-8858, and who ever that was, was the winner of the first phone call of the day.
I wasn’t nervous until the phone started ringing. Turns out it was just an old friend that lived not too far away. So I walked to Mike’s house, the random number now had a name. So I was now one step closer to finding out what I really had done.
Once there he asked if I wanted to have a picnic. So now heading down town toward all the old fashioned remolded houses, the huge churches, all of the cars on the street just waiting getting hotter and hotter in the insides of them, people walking around with nothing but Ipod head phones in there ears not caring about anything but them self’s. I don’t care about them anyways. Trying to remember if I was down there at all the night before.
And just like a sign from God, Five Lyon. But any God interested in me is one messed up God, I say this only because I remember trashing this little apartment, taking one side of a old futon bed and tossing it out the balcony. As soon as I saw half of the crap on the street. I started laughing. More and more random images starting running threw my head. I started telling Mike about it.
“Well, damn, turns out you did have a good time after all.” He said. I started rambling. “We have to go up there, I have to talk to whosever’s place this is and ask them everything, like, who I was with?”
Once up there I knew where almost everything was, it was strange to think I took part in a complete riot. A girl answered the door. Let’s just say she looked like she was in misery. I concentrated on the things behind her. It looked like everything was shook off the walls; you could see where the pictures used to be in the hallway, but they were lying on the ground, all of the glass shattered. It looked like a hammer had blasted into each of them. I remember walking down the hall. I could almost hear the sounds of a hammer hitting each of the pictures. The worst part was that I did not remember the girl.
I look at the woman “is there anything we could do, we can help you clean this madness up?” For the first time I took a look right into her eyes. Her eyes where throbbing red, as she look up, her eyes just had a shine, the tear started swelling up and almost poured out. This woman had her home destroyed. She had no idea I took a part in this.
The woman looked at me. “I would like that very much.” Her eyes were those of a lost ten year old in a carnival.
I asked her name, Her name was Janet.
As I started to walk through Janet’s home, I started remember all the people, the coffee mugs that the kids were holding. I started to remember placement of people standing. Walking in to the kitchen where I people were pouring shot after shot of whiskey. I wanted to start vomiting. This girl had no idea. I started to ask what happened.
She backed up against the wall and fell straight down to her keens. These tears were not fake, these tears had more sadness, more anger, more hatred I have ever heard in my life. “Two days” she said in a small voice, “two Goodman days” she started to shout. Her tears got heaver. She started to explain, “I moved in a week ago. I went home for 2 days, I haven’t met anyone in this damn building.” She couldn’t look at Mike or I in the eyes. At first I felt terrible. Then after a while I felt like her saint, the person helping this girl out, I one person that stopped and noticed I just made this girl day a little bit brighter. made this girls nightmare come true, and I’m here to save the day.
Nothing mattered at all other then what this girl thought. She thought I was her bright and shining star. Mike had to go to work. I walked him to work, I told him what I was doing. His reply was “You’re one sick person, you know that?” By this time I didn’t care I smiled and kept walking back to Janet’s place. Once there we picked up most everything, as I was putting all of her belongs in to trash bags, I remember more and more of the night before, I remember people telling me what they we’re doing, I remember a small boy running up to me yelling “we found a place, its cool. “ following people up into the apartment. By then I didn’t care. This girl thought the world of me.
I win.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
THIS GUYS GOT JOKES!
Remember red heads story
I met a red head once; he was sitting in my apartment. I figured he was waiting for my roommate. I just had gotten out of work. I said “hello boy.” And went straight to my room. When I walked back out, he was still sitting there waiting. I walked over to my freezer and took out a bottle, I looked at him with no words raised my eyebrows and he asked, “Is that a offer”. I said “ apparently”. I opened the bottle of cheep whiskey and pored it straight in to a glass. As I was pouring it I asked his name and why he was there, His name was Ryan, and I was right he was there for my roommate.
We started talking about music, movies and things I just cant remember. Maybe for the fact we both just kept poring drinks. Once my roommate was home, he found two drunks half passed out on our couch.
We just wanted wake up. ”Why not a walk” I say. We stated walking. We being just Ryan and I my roommate wanted to stay in. This is about the time Ryan stated talking about Jesus. Not just a raging alcoholic but he’s a Jesus freak. I ask him “ So you think you’ll get forgiven for everything you’ve done, right? And I’m the one going to hell? Right after that, I shut my mouth. He started ranting about God, the hymns, “he’s coming he’s coming.” He stated shouting. Right then he fell to his knees and started vomiting. I walked away from him went home and fell asleep quite sound. The next morning I heard about the body found dead in the street.
I met a red head once; he was sitting in my apartment. I figured he was waiting for my roommate. I just had gotten out of work. I said “hello boy.” And went straight to my room. When I walked back out, he was still sitting there waiting. I walked over to my freezer and took out a bottle, I looked at him with no words raised my eyebrows and he asked, “Is that a offer”. I said “ apparently”. I opened the bottle of cheep whiskey and pored it straight in to a glass. As I was pouring it I asked his name and why he was there, His name was Ryan, and I was right he was there for my roommate.
We started talking about music, movies and things I just cant remember. Maybe for the fact we both just kept poring drinks. Once my roommate was home, he found two drunks half passed out on our couch.
We just wanted wake up. ”Why not a walk” I say. We stated walking. We being just Ryan and I my roommate wanted to stay in. This is about the time Ryan stated talking about Jesus. Not just a raging alcoholic but he’s a Jesus freak. I ask him “ So you think you’ll get forgiven for everything you’ve done, right? And I’m the one going to hell? Right after that, I shut my mouth. He started ranting about God, the hymns, “he’s coming he’s coming.” He stated shouting. Right then he fell to his knees and started vomiting. I walked away from him went home and fell asleep quite sound. The next morning I heard about the body found dead in the street.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Oi Oi Oi
“Your not cool, you just know what not to say”
You not cool; you just know what not to say.
The phrase I couldn’t get out of me head for months.
What makes people so mysterious?
That’s it.
Nothing
I’ve heard you say your better then no one,
And no one is better then you.
You’re the best
What make’s people come back?
Not saying everything
Only letting them in just enough.
Your not cool, you just know what not to say.
You not cool; you just know what not to say.
The phrase I couldn’t get out of me head for months.
What makes people so mysterious?
That’s it.
Nothing
I’ve heard you say your better then no one,
And no one is better then you.
You’re the best
What make’s people come back?
Not saying everything
Only letting them in just enough.
Your not cool, you just know what not to say.
Friday, May 8, 2009
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The Onion.
"WASHINGTON--Taking advantage of the warm spring weather Monday, Vice President Joe Biden parked his 1981 Trans Am in the White House driveway, removed his undershirt, and spent a leisurely afternoon washing the muscle car and drinking beer.Vice President Biden ditched a day of presiding over the Senate to "give the twin cannons some sun.""This baby just needs a little scrub down," said Biden, addressing a tour group as he tucked the sweat-covered top into the belt loop of his cutoff jean shorts. "Gotta get her looking good so I can impress the chicks when I'm cruising down Pennsylvania [Avenue]."White House aides said that Biden pulled into the driveway shortly before noon, the chorus of Night Ranger's "(You Can Still) Rock In America" blaring from his car's stereo."
"WASHINGTON--Taking advantage of the warm spring weather Monday, Vice President Joe Biden parked his 1981 Trans Am in the White House driveway, removed his undershirt, and spent a leisurely afternoon washing the muscle car and drinking beer.Vice President Biden ditched a day of presiding over the Senate to "give the twin cannons some sun.""This baby just needs a little scrub down," said Biden, addressing a tour group as he tucked the sweat-covered top into the belt loop of his cutoff jean shorts. "Gotta get her looking good so I can impress the chicks when I'm cruising down Pennsylvania [Avenue]."White House aides said that Biden pulled into the driveway shortly before noon, the chorus of Night Ranger's "(You Can Still) Rock In America" blaring from his car's stereo."
Monday, May 4, 2009
fuck lou reed.
Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
The sexy boy smiled in dismay
She took out four twenties cause she liked round figures
Everybody's a queen for a day
Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your body, why don't we slip away
Although I'm sure you're certain, its a rarity me flirtin'
Sha-la-la-la, this way
Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Hey, baby, come on, lets slip away
Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a humpin' muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her knees
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
And boldly out of this world
And despite peoples derision
Proved to be more than diversion
Sha-la-la-la, later on
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
And showed her where he was coming from
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
It was like she'd never ever come
And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
When the sun rose and he made to leave
You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Neither one regretted a thing
Hey, that cunt's not breathing
I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean
I don't mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
I'm not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational
They think they're just on TV
Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip her away
You know, I'm glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
And its not like we could help
But there was nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, its a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again
By the way, that's really some bad shit
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or its the worst
And since I don't have to choose
I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest
But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out on the darkened street
And by morning, shes just another hit and run
You know, some people got no choice
And they cant never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck
Believe me, that it's just a lie
That's what she tells her friends
cause the real song, the real song
Which she won't even admit to herself
Beat of a heart, the song lots of people know
It's a painful song
It'll only say the truth
It lasts for sad songs
Penny for a wish
A wish wont make you a soldier
A pretty kiss or a pretty face
Can't have it's way
The tramps like us, we were born to pay
Love is gone away
And there's no one here now
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh, how I miss him, baby
Oh, baby, come on and slip away
Come on, baby, why don't you slip away
Love is gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And theres nothing left to say
But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby
Come on, baby, I need you baby
Oh, please don't slip away
I need your loving so bad, babe
Please don't slip away
The sexy boy smiled in dismay
She took out four twenties cause she liked round figures
Everybody's a queen for a day
Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your body, why don't we slip away
Although I'm sure you're certain, its a rarity me flirtin'
Sha-la-la-la, this way
Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Hey, baby, come on, lets slip away
Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a humpin' muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her knees
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
And boldly out of this world
And despite peoples derision
Proved to be more than diversion
Sha-la-la-la, later on
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
And showed her where he was coming from
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
It was like she'd never ever come
And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
When the sun rose and he made to leave
You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Neither one regretted a thing
Hey, that cunt's not breathing
I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean
I don't mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
I'm not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational
They think they're just on TV
Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip her away
You know, I'm glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
And its not like we could help
But there was nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, its a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again
By the way, that's really some bad shit
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or its the worst
And since I don't have to choose
I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest
But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out on the darkened street
And by morning, shes just another hit and run
You know, some people got no choice
And they cant never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck
Believe me, that it's just a lie
That's what she tells her friends
cause the real song, the real song
Which she won't even admit to herself
Beat of a heart, the song lots of people know
It's a painful song
It'll only say the truth
It lasts for sad songs
Penny for a wish
A wish wont make you a soldier
A pretty kiss or a pretty face
Can't have it's way
The tramps like us, we were born to pay
Love is gone away
And there's no one here now
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh, how I miss him, baby
Oh, baby, come on and slip away
Come on, baby, why don't you slip away
Love is gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And theres nothing left to say
But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby
Come on, baby, I need you baby
Oh, please don't slip away
I need your loving so bad, babe
Please don't slip away
Thursday, April 16, 2009
day dream
turns out so far this week has been really good.
Im gatting some close friends..
like actual people. People that know what Im talking about.
..What a day dream..
I made that last night
I wouldent have it anyother way.
I look..
Im gatting some close friends..
like actual people. People that know what Im talking about.
..What a day dream..
I made that last night
I wouldent have it anyother way.
I look..
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
pretty
I went to GR for a birthday party, She was turning 21...So every one headed to the bars..all but
Im the last person in the group I'v been hanging out with for about a year to turn 21. Good thing I used most of my money not on booze but Crags Cruisers.
I ended everything with Brandon. He hates me. Im not happy with myself and Im making him all fucked up.
Jeff said some pretty good stuff last night, then Ducky put it all together,
I thought about doing a match.com thing or some just too see what would happen."umm I have nothing going for me, Im 19."
Sounds prefect.
"Whats that word when someone try's something and doesn't
make it?"
Im putting a ap in at Perkins and Hot Topic.
Im getting told I have potential.. now the hard part,
Im going to Kendell. to see if I really need drawing.
I fucking suck. Im sticking to stick people.
I hate me pictures. Dont ask me why I think this way.
my brain just does it. I do like some.
I just really hate what people want.
ahahaha!
Turns out Im doing what I finally wanted to do, and absolutely dont care when anyone thinks.
I take that back..not was I wanted to do what I need to do.
damn life sucks.
Im a bad writer.
Get off my back.
Im the last person in the group I'v been hanging out with for about a year to turn 21. Good thing I used most of my money not on booze but Crags Cruisers.
I ended everything with Brandon. He hates me. Im not happy with myself and Im making him all fucked up.
Jeff said some pretty good stuff last night, then Ducky put it all together,
I thought about doing a match.com thing or some just too see what would happen."umm I have nothing going for me, Im 19."
Sounds prefect.
"Whats that word when someone try's something and doesn't
make it?"Im putting a ap in at Perkins and Hot Topic.
Im getting told I have potential.. now the hard part,
Im going to Kendell. to see if I really need drawing.
I fucking suck. Im sticking to stick people.
I hate me pictures. Dont ask me why I think this way.
my brain just does it. I do like some.
I just really hate what people want.
ahahaha!
Turns out Im doing what I finally wanted to do, and absolutely dont care when anyone thinks.
I take that back..not was I wanted to do what I need to do.
damn life sucks.
Im a bad writer.
Get off my back.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tattoo
Really I was a skull and crossbones behind my ears.
Also I would live to get this somewere on my body..
arm back or something?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Soko
Soko is one of the best people ever.
"you're the man, I'm the girl,
we look good together
you with your hat, me with my boots
we are, we are, the dandy cowboys
you didn't want me and that was very clear
I will never never forget it
but there's still a hope that hats and boots can get along together
I still hope that hats and boots can get along together
I still hope that hats and boots can get along together
I hope that we get along"
I moving back to Muskegon
thrilled?
Dear Muskegon.
Lets have the best time for the next months!
Whooo!
I really hate the wab and everything that come with it.
other then work.
blogs and sdjkfkldjgl
I hate it and cant stop at the same time.
I should just give in get a Iphone and life my life for others.
just leave like as we know it and get hooked on every thing ever other person said.
I cant wait to just be able to sit and watch a Movie and ride my bike.
"you're the man, I'm the girl,
we look good together
you with your hat, me with my boots
we are, we are, the dandy cowboys
you didn't want me and that was very clear
I will never never forget it
but there's still a hope that hats and boots can get along together
I still hope that hats and boots can get along together
I still hope that hats and boots can get along together
I hope that we get along"
I moving back to Muskegon
thrilled?
Dear Muskegon.
Lets have the best time for the next months!
Whooo!
I really hate the wab and everything that come with it.
other then work.
blogs and sdjkfkldjgl
I hate it and cant stop at the same time.
I should just give in get a Iphone and life my life for others.
just leave like as we know it and get hooked on every thing ever other person said.
I cant wait to just be able to sit and watch a Movie and ride my bike.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
more and more
The more and more I sit alone in my house the more and more I think I am becoming a fucking old maid. If you don't know what I mean here.
[Old maid) is a woman or girl of marriageable age who has been unwilling or unable to marry, therefore has no children.]
Some may say [It is better you die an old maid than marry a man that is fast.]
But fuck this, Its been like 5 years, whats my fucking deal!
really i shouldn't care. Living alone is really doing a number on me.
Other then winter depression and anxiety. Things Iv never had. Lets look I used to be in plays when I stage in front of hundreds of people. Now one year later I start having panic attracts, not to mention i drink more then a fish.
I really have no idea how this all happened in about 2 months.
Really Im just really sick of being alone, lonely, I miss my mother more then ever.
Coming to realization that my father is really dead id the hardest thing I think I have ever done. 3 going on 4 years. Still not being able to go through most of his thing sucks. Some times hes the only person I want for the fact he was the one teaching me life long lessons like getting arrested for drunk driving with no shoes on.Or turning my Barbie car in to a mini race car that I couldn't drive because it was to fast. I want to ask him more questions everyday.
[Old maid) is a woman or girl of marriageable age who has been unwilling or unable to marry, therefore has no children.]
Some may say [It is better you die an old maid than marry a man that is fast.]
But fuck this, Its been like 5 years, whats my fucking deal!
really i shouldn't care. Living alone is really doing a number on me.
Other then winter depression and anxiety. Things Iv never had. Lets look I used to be in plays when I stage in front of hundreds of people. Now one year later I start having panic attracts, not to mention i drink more then a fish.
I really have no idea how this all happened in about 2 months.
Really Im just really sick of being alone, lonely, I miss my mother more then ever.
Coming to realization that my father is really dead id the hardest thing I think I have ever done. 3 going on 4 years. Still not being able to go through most of his thing sucks. Some times hes the only person I want for the fact he was the one teaching me life long lessons like getting arrested for drunk driving with no shoes on.Or turning my Barbie car in to a mini race car that I couldn't drive because it was to fast. I want to ask him more questions everyday.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
RED BULL
RED BULL!
Im in math class,
pandora raido,
and Kelly, pretty much wonderful
My best friend got a girl fiend and is moving to gr.
Im happy for him,
Movies tonight with Joey,
Nick and Norhas playlist something like that.
ceater point this weekend!
Then make bread.[money]
I cant wait for a picture post!
until next time mate.
Im in math class,
pandora raido,
and Kelly, pretty much wonderful
My best friend got a girl fiend and is moving to gr.
Im happy for him,
Movies tonight with Joey,
Nick and Norhas playlist something like that.
ceater point this weekend!
Then make bread.[money]
I cant wait for a picture post!
until next time mate.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
shell fish
Im selfish....
damn..
after the past 3 nights I found one thing.
I dont give a 2 shits about what I really do to people.
ether it be having a one night stand of having some type of relationship with them I just dont care, well in the long run.
but really who dose? Tell me one fucking person that's really ganna give a shit if they really hurt someone.
Tell me why I dont genuinely care about, well anything really.
it be animal or person,
I DONT GIVE SHIT!
do I not have feelings anymore.
Single for 5 years and this is what I get.
a collection of one night stands and never actually feeling anything,
"If you don't use it you lose it."
can this phrase not only be a joke for 40 year old virgin.
Maybe this is a true statement for someone who dosent understand the concept of "love" "hate" really anything.
Maybe its becouse I dont take my time..really when I should.
Or just maybe after I sleep with someone I dont like them really anymore.
sad.
even after I think the world of the person.
I found for the pasr four days I havent tried to impress anyone.
school my mother.my sister.
well I thinks its real of me..maybe the only thing.
I think I try to make people believe Im one way all the time and really deep down Im not.
but really I have no idea who/what/how I really am anymore.
I dont want to I feel I would be a gross slob.
really.
Im saying If you met me you wouldn't like me.
or maybe If I met me I wouldn't like me?
I took a sleeping pill about a half hour ago.
I hope it start working here pretty on before I for nuts.
back to the point of this.
The last time I actually fell for...or felt like I could be with someone other then a week. Was about 2 years ago.
Me just turning 18. Loud,rude, spontaneous.
Met a cute soft spoken young man.
that would go along with most everything she had in her head.
Even if it was running in a apple field in the rain just for fun.
stuff almost noone would do in fear of getting in trouble.
lets say about a month goes by.
we never had sex.
maybe this is why i liked him.
he asked to stop seeing each other.
me 18 almost falling for one person was happy.
Now hart broke.
after about a week.
really could careless.about anything.
Or maybe I have this all wrong I have always been careless up until then when I cared. Well point made I dont think really anyone would care now.
damn..
after the past 3 nights I found one thing.
I dont give a 2 shits about what I really do to people.
ether it be having a one night stand of having some type of relationship with them I just dont care, well in the long run.
but really who dose? Tell me one fucking person that's really ganna give a shit if they really hurt someone.
Tell me why I dont genuinely care about, well anything really.
it be animal or person,
I DONT GIVE SHIT!
do I not have feelings anymore.
Single for 5 years and this is what I get.
a collection of one night stands and never actually feeling anything,
"If you don't use it you lose it."
can this phrase not only be a joke for 40 year old virgin.
Maybe this is a true statement for someone who dosent understand the concept of "love" "hate" really anything.
Maybe its becouse I dont take my time..really when I should.
Or just maybe after I sleep with someone I dont like them really anymore.
sad.
even after I think the world of the person.
I found for the pasr four days I havent tried to impress anyone.
school my mother.my sister.
well I thinks its real of me..maybe the only thing.
I think I try to make people believe Im one way all the time and really deep down Im not.
but really I have no idea who/what/how I really am anymore.
I dont want to I feel I would be a gross slob.
really.
Im saying If you met me you wouldn't like me.
or maybe If I met me I wouldn't like me?
I took a sleeping pill about a half hour ago.
I hope it start working here pretty on before I for nuts.
back to the point of this.
The last time I actually fell for...or felt like I could be with someone other then a week. Was about 2 years ago.
Me just turning 18. Loud,rude, spontaneous.
Met a cute soft spoken young man.
that would go along with most everything she had in her head.
Even if it was running in a apple field in the rain just for fun.
stuff almost noone would do in fear of getting in trouble.
lets say about a month goes by.
we never had sex.
maybe this is why i liked him.
he asked to stop seeing each other.
me 18 almost falling for one person was happy.
Now hart broke.
after about a week.
really could careless.about anything.
Or maybe I have this all wrong I have always been careless up until then when I cared. Well point made I dont think really anyone would care now.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
new
Dear, Grand Haven MI.
I really like you.
I just dont want to see you anymore
When I moved here I thought everything would change.
habits and all. well It really dint.
My photos are a little better
and I have really good friends and everything.
Im just going nuts,
I drink too much...along with smoke.
I am back in school.
History it may be.
fuck boys.
like I said nothing really changes.
ever.
I miss gr I miss musk.
I really like you.
I just dont want to see you anymore
When I moved here I thought everything would change.
habits and all. well It really dint.
My photos are a little better
and I have really good friends and everything.
Im just going nuts,
I drink too much...along with smoke.
I am back in school.
History it may be.
fuck boys.
like I said nothing really changes.
ever.
I miss gr I miss musk.
Friday, May 30, 2008
uhg
next week is the last week,
Today Kirsten and I are house hunting!
more.
she has a boo.
its cute.
We all had diner and his freidns house last night.
I felt vary out of place,
vary uneasy.
I dint like it at all.
I want a Badger.
Taxidea taxus
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