|only cause i needed something that wasnt in newest.. and i was EXTREME fucked up |
Five o clock CorpsesIts cigarettes for breakfastFive o clock Corpses by OptimisticIllusions
when suburbia is formaldehyde-frozen
It's 5:30 in the morning and
the scars aren't as pretty as alcohol and dim light
made them look the night before
I don't even like smoking
but oxygen is suffocating me and sometimes,
we all just need a little tar in our lungs
The widow next door is talking to herself.
Dear god, please speak louder.
i can pretend you're speaking to me
The metallic hum of the crickets is too much for this kid
maybe i'm still drunk
maybe i'm too sober
I know it.
I died two days ago.
|art that catches my eye i suppose.|
WHOOP WHOOP~hatchet luvv
handle you like a candle, break you in half and then i laugh at you. soak you in gas, n' make you flammable;
i hate humans, but i love people. REAL people. unfortunately theres not many of those left anymore.
i get lost in smoke, bass, dilated pupils and drawing..
im a psycho bitch but im probably the nicest person youll ever meet.
i love my boy and the very few homies i've got..and i have an obsession with rabbits. they warm my heart.
im caring and friendly, but dont get the wrong impression.
want to know more? get to know me, i wont bite, unless you give me a reason too
IGNORANCE is a disgusting thing.
Favourite genre of music: techno, acid rock, psychopathic records and the occasional funk song
Favourite style of art: Everything
MP3 player of choice: ipod of course.