The first time I met the devil was at a motel 6
She left hell to spend her weekends on earth just for kicks
Sexy little bitch, shorter then expected
About 5 foot 5, getting thick in the breast and thighs
Beautiful dark eyes, a strong stare
Large lips, soft hands and long hair
I said I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it
I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
sunday i accidently tripped over my scanner and slammed my hand into a board of nails that hangs next to my window. it tore a chunk out of my pinky. it hurt. it bled. and it still hurts, but it's not bleeding anymore. it doesnt sting anymore when i put alcohol on it, but hurts when i touch it. it's gonna scar, i can tell.
i dont feel sick when i wake up anymore.
i dropped my coffee at work, on the tile. i hadnt even taken a sip yet.
i am the worst driver ever. today it was raining super hard and i couldnt see whilst driving to work. i thought i was gonna pee myself. really.
i sometimes think i have too many people in my life.
miles admitted he was a virgin over the weekend. he's 25. samuel immediately went into his "We gotta get you laid" speech, like we're in some college sex comedy. all i could think was, "Dude, we cant even get you laid."
i've been saying miles was a virgin for the last year--not mockingly, just as a fact.
i sometimes wish i was a virgin.
i'm sick of sex. i'm sick of the shit that goes with it.
i own a Korn album.
if a Linkin Park song comes on, i turn it up.
i'm not inspired by other films, but rather music and people.
i once tried to kill my pet goldfish by sitting it on my dresser and hitting it with my hand. i immediately thought, "How would you feel if that were you," and put it back in the bowl. it died soon after.
"How would you feel if that were you," is what my mother would always tell me when i would do something like that. i am now too empathetic for my own good.
on the day i was born a friend of the family came by to congradulate my father. the friend was covered in blood from killing his wife.
i have two dead brothers.
i once got a small pewter head stuck up my nose. i was 14. when i was 19 i gave the same pewter head to a girl, Jen.
i was 18 when i lost my virginity.
i've had my head knocked open more than five times.
i have a scar under my nose from falling out of a high chair when i was a baby. as a child/teenager it was something i was very self conscious about. i'm not anymore.
i had my hands crushed with a manhole cover when i was 5ish. i cant make a fist without feeling/hearing the damage.
i smoke more when i'm talking to someone i dont like. this is so i dont have to smile.
sometimes i laugh and dont know why.
i laugh at unexpected things. like decapitations.
i dont feel unique enough.
i think sometimes i believe the wrong things.
i'm alot like my father, and i dont like that.
i used to dream about running down this big green hill. the faster i'd run, the better i'd feel, then i'd jump and feel like i'm flying. i dont have that dream anymore.
if i havent made a quality film by 25, i'll never make one. if i'm still a janitor by 30 i'm gonna kill myself. really.
i once thought i saw a UFO, but it was a chopper with a search light.
i often feel inadequate about the size of my penis.
when i was seven i woke up and was positive someone was sitting in the rocking chair next to my bed. i wasnt asleep. thinking i was imagining it, thinking that maybe if It that i was asleep, i wouldnt be attacted, i closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. an hour or so later, i could see the sun coming up thru my eyelids. thinking that monsters go away when the sun comes up, i opened my eyes and looked at the rocking chair, It was still there and i yelled for my mother and hid under the covers. when she came in, It was gone. i havent slept with a chair near my bed since.
i'm still a little afraid of the dark.
i never say what i want.
i'm afraid of imposing.
i'm afraid of doing the wrong thing.
i didnt get my liscense til i was 21.
when i was 12 i used to lay on my roof and throw rocks from my driveway into the air to get bats to swoop on them. after a while there was so many rocks on the roof that when i threw one i slid off my roof and broke my foot. i walk funny because of that.
i used to let my pet hamster crawl around my bare chest until he bit my nipple.
i was involved in an awkward sexual moment in which my life was threatened when i misread what was going on and bit the girls nipple.
i shaved my balls once, but nearly passed out when i accidently cut myself.
time to get high.
She left hell to spend her weekends on earth just for kicks
Sexy little bitch, shorter then expected
About 5 foot 5, getting thick in the breast and thighs
Beautiful dark eyes, a strong stare
Large lips, soft hands and long hair
I said I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it
I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
sunday i accidently tripped over my scanner and slammed my hand into a board of nails that hangs next to my window. it tore a chunk out of my pinky. it hurt. it bled. and it still hurts, but it's not bleeding anymore. it doesnt sting anymore when i put alcohol on it, but hurts when i touch it. it's gonna scar, i can tell.
i dont feel sick when i wake up anymore.
i dropped my coffee at work, on the tile. i hadnt even taken a sip yet.
i am the worst driver ever. today it was raining super hard and i couldnt see whilst driving to work. i thought i was gonna pee myself. really.
i sometimes think i have too many people in my life.
miles admitted he was a virgin over the weekend. he's 25. samuel immediately went into his "We gotta get you laid" speech, like we're in some college sex comedy. all i could think was, "Dude, we cant even get you laid."
i've been saying miles was a virgin for the last year--not mockingly, just as a fact.
i sometimes wish i was a virgin.
i'm sick of sex. i'm sick of the shit that goes with it.
i own a Korn album.
if a Linkin Park song comes on, i turn it up.
i'm not inspired by other films, but rather music and people.
i once tried to kill my pet goldfish by sitting it on my dresser and hitting it with my hand. i immediately thought, "How would you feel if that were you," and put it back in the bowl. it died soon after.
"How would you feel if that were you," is what my mother would always tell me when i would do something like that. i am now too empathetic for my own good.
on the day i was born a friend of the family came by to congradulate my father. the friend was covered in blood from killing his wife.
i have two dead brothers.
i once got a small pewter head stuck up my nose. i was 14. when i was 19 i gave the same pewter head to a girl, Jen.
i was 18 when i lost my virginity.
i've had my head knocked open more than five times.
i have a scar under my nose from falling out of a high chair when i was a baby. as a child/teenager it was something i was very self conscious about. i'm not anymore.
i had my hands crushed with a manhole cover when i was 5ish. i cant make a fist without feeling/hearing the damage.
i smoke more when i'm talking to someone i dont like. this is so i dont have to smile.
sometimes i laugh and dont know why.
i laugh at unexpected things. like decapitations.
i dont feel unique enough.
i think sometimes i believe the wrong things.
i'm alot like my father, and i dont like that.
i used to dream about running down this big green hill. the faster i'd run, the better i'd feel, then i'd jump and feel like i'm flying. i dont have that dream anymore.
if i havent made a quality film by 25, i'll never make one. if i'm still a janitor by 30 i'm gonna kill myself. really.
i once thought i saw a UFO, but it was a chopper with a search light.
i often feel inadequate about the size of my penis.
when i was seven i woke up and was positive someone was sitting in the rocking chair next to my bed. i wasnt asleep. thinking i was imagining it, thinking that maybe if It that i was asleep, i wouldnt be attacted, i closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. an hour or so later, i could see the sun coming up thru my eyelids. thinking that monsters go away when the sun comes up, i opened my eyes and looked at the rocking chair, It was still there and i yelled for my mother and hid under the covers. when she came in, It was gone. i havent slept with a chair near my bed since.
i'm still a little afraid of the dark.
i never say what i want.
i'm afraid of imposing.
i'm afraid of doing the wrong thing.
i didnt get my liscense til i was 21.
when i was 12 i used to lay on my roof and throw rocks from my driveway into the air to get bats to swoop on them. after a while there was so many rocks on the roof that when i threw one i slid off my roof and broke my foot. i walk funny because of that.
i used to let my pet hamster crawl around my bare chest until he bit my nipple.
i was involved in an awkward sexual moment in which my life was threatened when i misread what was going on and bit the girls nipple.
i shaved my balls once, but nearly passed out when i accidently cut myself.
time to get high.