I wanna see this

My time here is nearing an end. I'll be back sometime, probably. Meh.

Feeling a little nostalgic so here's some emo writing from an OLD journal i kept ... for anyone who cares.

I can fade into the backdrop. Come and go as I please. This is freedom. Something like how it feels to be shit under your heel. Hot stench on your breath. Yeah, this is freedom. This is it.
I'm going to die, and your wings will grow from stupid bra straps, and scars in unseeking measures. So draining, your malignant semi-present yet angelic beauty. The sky is blue, and I am as such... mockery and a teasing pinch will send me crying for days.
This earth for our children. Poisoned and Stale. Perfect.
She'll be knee high in sludge. Never seen a needle before. This is heaven. The syringe pumps our faults through clogged frail veins of this supposed state.
She'll be knee high in vomit. Never seen perfection before. Doesn't own a mirror. But in the toxic kiddy pools, she'll wait. The other watch her drown.
I found God in the T.V. last night. Take the hallogen away. Circuits and green die. Lithium barbie dolls and tribal sacrifices. Dust and mold.
And here... a single being, and celestial waste. A nerve impulse in mid course. Rot. Words never spoken. Ideas never thought.
Through the window. An endless line of corporate slaves waiting at the bathroom door to snort an infinite amount of coke, and bleed from the nose on a stack of office papers that stretches into the sky. Why is joe smiling? He sold his sole to the devil for a penny over ebay. Joe died smiling. Put a noose around his neck instead of a tie. Not off to the office, but gone to die.



I was a stupid, cynical little kid.
Peace, all.