muted shrills,vicarious moaning,quick fixes, and seemingly semi but are actually forced entries. it's all so fucked up. it's living a shakespeare. nocturnal emissions and saline solutions you take forgranted you fuck. smashed potatoes running through your head. all you have is closed-lipped lip service. the carnal exchanges are eternities away from nirvana. you're such a loser damnnit. i'm living in emotional suicide and heart rape you pocket pool boy. this is self mutilation and all i hear is your bitter laughter. my smile on a cartwheel. maggots on every fragment of half-being. admit it you fuck. we are but a caffeine anti-fix. here it is. the suffocation of hindy, sandy and kitsche. we? the toxic dump of the fourth dimension. murder the soul you grim grim reaper. are we regret with two pairs of feet? no fucking starcrossed lovers. what is this so-called passion? the late love.

don't fuck with this sacred thing.

yeah. i'm grounded. 9pm curfew on weekdays. 12am curfew on fridays. no sleepovers. no more dormitory. no more free cab rides. commute to school every day. no failing grades(duh?!) less cash, i think. it's not so bad. yeah. i'm just so fucked up and scared. being black-mailed by mother. close to strangulation by father. i only fear for you. you. you.

i might be going on a hiatus. fuck. quit being an asshole who's only there when i'm about to leave.