missrabbit

Voodou:

"If you can't do what you imagine, than what is imagination to you?
Just a waste of space in your brain, to take the place of hate or things all the same.
Tell me your secrets, the things that make you tick.
I like when you talk, because your voice is angel-esque.
I want to kiss you on the space below your navelette, the place that you keep neat, so moist like a towelette.
This will mark the day our minds and souls will connect.
Let's not forget the sex, my heart you can collect, now."

=]



I had strange dreams last night.. I'm not a fan.

I really gotta get the fuck up and go..

They say motivation doesn't last, but neither does bathing, that's why it's recommended daily. But, I'm finding it harder and harder to pull it out of my ass.

I've been in this fuckin' hole for so long, I think I forgot what light looks like. To add to it also, I've been sick for like 2 weeks. I might have pneumonia.

Fuck.

Ignorance is only bliss until it explodes in your face, then you realize it wasn't really bliss, just a lie covered up by stupidity.

I don't know why I'm so negative today.. What the fuck?

I should go take a walk and smoke some weed or something.

Punch me in the face.