8 in the morning and I don't look at sleep as an option.
roller derby hawtness for all of long island. if you're inclined to witness or participate do so.

favorite band at this second: spleen vs ideal

favorite band name at this second: how i became the bomb

i don't hate you, you just make me wanna be sick.
all over again.
to quote the kids of widney high, let's get busy.

take knives to our chests in unison. fall back across the blade that might have mentioned a high note.

i look at obese people and think: butter stick suppositories.
i look at the sides of happy meal boxes and try to figure out the puzzles.
i look at myself and remember that i hate this grin and then everyone insists i look european.

that cool european kid we should be hanging out with.
but you aren't cuz you aren't him cuz we know you.

and i'm the archetype disposed of.
kicking jams on the jukebox.
all of everything a death plot.

the first shot is a warning.