i'll probably wear this same thing tomorrow

so i'm getting sick.
my throat is itchy
and my arms are aching.

but i got to drive around with a hot girl
and listen to some sick muzak.

i have class tomorrow morning
i'll be in stupid school
while my sister will be out on a wave runner.
boo

but its not all that bad.
tomorrow we fight.

.UFC111.

-Lnk-

every punch i throw has bad intentions behind it

http://www.liketelevision.com/liketelevision/tuner.php?channel=737&format=tv&theme=guide

old cartoon that i found today.
and shared it with a special someone :)

.throathurts.

-Lnk-

art

is supposed to be free.
not cooped up in a museum.

.MIAMI.

-Lnk-

i have no idea

i'm so confused.
it fell through and now you use absolutes.
i'm afraid to try anything else in fear of it falling through
and this happening again.

i got you some food
just to try to ease it
but that didn't work.
i want to walk off alone
and let you find someone who understands you find you.
cause obviously i am way off track.

i feel like a child
with his hands in the air
asking what i did wrong.

i'm tired of this happening
things flipping so quickly
this is so trivial.

you don't want what i make you when you get mad.
you call my attempts to make you somewhat smile "insulting"
i've done all i know how to do.
what else is there?

i can't plan on the unexpected
i listen and do what i'm told
and still that is wrong too?

someone please tell me
whats going on
cause i can't wrap my mind around
whats going wrong.
but apparently
i'm not good enough for anyone.

.mornings.

-Lnk-

i can fight old people

i can fight

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i'll talk in here

sometimes no matter how hard i try, nothing clicks.
its all just struggles up a hill that never seems to peak.

the road of life is paved with dollar signs and dirty suits.
cheap whores line its sides,
hoping for a handout and a free ride home.

green is the color of everything including our hearts
and if our paychecks were human
we'd marry them and give them our bed.

we've given it all away anyhow.
there is no hope for the skies to return to their slight blueish hue.
it all smells of diesel and decay
and no one seems to mind.

we adorn "those we love"
with things we buy so they can say how great we are.
everything has a selfish motive
and we do it all for something in return.

botox for your face
breast implants for your chest
tummy tuck for your abs
6 figure salary for your ego.

just tear your plastic, custom fitted face off
feed it to the birds.
lob your silicon "pseudo breasts" off your rib cage and onto the sidewalk,
and let your face sag till it receives rug burn from dragging.

lie in your oil and paper
sleep in your deceit and slander.
in your back alley deals that overlook millions of hungry and dying.
sleep with your secretary and say you are moral.

hahaha, don't even get me started.
morality IS NOT relative.

be a liar,
be a cheat,
be greedy,
step on anyone,
everyone.

cause its all about getting to the top
and how you look when you get there.

.beyondbitterandpissed.
.hatebeinginthered.

-Lnk-

leave it to me

leave it to me i'll mess it all up
everything my hands touch just falls apart
i'm falling apart

leave it to me i'll make the right wrong
don't know how i do it but man i do it well.

i shut my eyes and take long deep breathes
i don't want to say anything i'll regret

.blank.

-Lnk-