zombieshark

this is.

it's over.

i'm done here.

i'm done here.

catpike re-enters the fray.
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the smell of brakes, grease, & burnt rubber.
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Eponine arrives tomorrow night!

joy is me.

being a spaz is NOT cool, man. not at all.
*peels skin off*
i don't need this.
*blink, ...blink*
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2 fucking days. eeeh!! waiting is dick.

i need pills. seriously though, i keep getting cold sweats, and shaking. eh.. it only happens when i've slept. fuck it. no sleep 'til...

hostel. rad movie + horseshit dvd-r transfer = is it still in theaters? hmmm.

how you say? AHHHHHHHHH *explode*
six days you say? AHHHHHHH *eine*
i'm tired of going crazy, i cannot wait to kiss her face again.

i'm able to wear a t-shirt today, with no need for hoodie.

glorious.

i believe in the past week, there have been more days than hours i have slept.
well, now. *gurgle*

come what may, if it kills us. be it glory, or a violent death.
bring on the death. bring out our death staffs.
fuck it, on with the hatesex. any as good as any other.
skullfuck. bathed in ambrosial coagulation, doom.
wallow in the seed, swallowed by the eyesocketful.
putrid catpike spawn. incubates in the brainpan.
feast of what comes, these cursed young. gorge.
damn...
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merely machinery. nothing more.
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moods come, moods go... some go down in flaming wrecks.
take solace in the fact that none of it matters.
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pushing on.. westward. come what may, at least we'll be mile high. baby.
now, gimme a taste of those sweet lips. if it do ya fine.
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i've become quite tired of being lame, and real fucking tired of fucking around,
and putting things off. got a mighty need suck it up, and throw down. beee-itch.
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yeah.. so, i don't sleep much. then i...
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