sympathy4devil

Damn. im gone 21 days come back and one of my fav sgs is gone.
Damn.
Oh well. I had lots of fun in Virgina and I LOVED New York.
The people at night smell like cigs and alcohol.

Bruce mentioned me going somewhere special for 2 days.
Id bet my green pony its new york.
Never been there.

God i have so much to do!
I have to go shopping, pack clothes for a month, pic up meds, get and I.D. and move a bed out of my room and move another in.
I dont see how im going to do it.

I wish there was a website just for suicide boys.
I like dipping my oreos in milk.

I picked a bad day to break in new shoes.

Went shopping for wedding dresses with my mom. It stucked. We spent 8 hours in the car total and only got to look at dresses for about 20 min. Mom wanted complete control over the radio.
I heard Freek A Leak bout fifty 'leven times.

Bad Santa is beyond funny.
I heart Billy Bob!

In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between continents

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is

In...
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On a sunday i would like to go to the Atlana Botanical Garden
(www.atlantabotanicalgarden.org)
Lunch in the redlight cafe.
Sweets and Coffee at the Sacred Grounds. Explore small shops. Then go to Unplugged in the Park at Park tavern for a sunset preformance by an indie band.

And I dont want anyone to be with me.

If there is one person you can't stop thinking about post this sentence in your journal.

the day before yesterday i was going thru messages and one was from Kara. I havent spoken to that twisted bitch since November. I was going to call her but I fell asleep before 5:00 and didnt wake up till 11:00.

Too late to call. But goddamn I have to call her today. That girl is could spend the rest of her life in a...
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As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven can you see what I see

Hey you pale and sickly child
You're death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile

Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving

There's no time for hesitating
Pain is ready,...
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