not who you think who i am wrinkles

ive been denied all the best ultrasex
mo
lest
it never gets old.
hahaha
ahh
tis folie a deux season
and boy has it been folie a doozy
damn fuck
fuck
and other assorted things
does my goddamn room look more stupid than i do, cuz i look fucking SEXY
right now, i dont care what you say

i will never beleive in anything again, detox just a retox. safeman, we had a good run, besides the dollar is down. my friends all lie and say they only want the best wishes for me. hurry hurry, you put my head in such a flurry flurry, wishes bounce me weightless. call me, mr. benzedrine, if home is were the heart is then were all just fucked.

that almost sounds like a song.

hoo ha


cummedyegha
mdyecmghaeu

want to see my sad face? want to see the sadder version?

well
so i went to get me mother fluckin blog on tonight
and i looked at it pre blog
and happened to be listening to the song i talked about before
HA
a jackass called god had a box of pencils called destiny.
so yeah.
im probably goin' to hell...
but thats ok for me
FACT
im going to write a poem.
in like, 30 seconds.
i need another minute
9not the poem^)


POEM:
oh carmen, where art thou tonight
cause i was fucking at a club
and you were fucking your life again
i dont know, if its the way you climax
or if its the way im over you
but the little man inside me is saying nothing else
except this is the first time youve listened to her in ages
so i dont want to bring up yours.
its just something im loving for a second
because its so famous, so...so it
everyone has had it though, a taste once or twice
and they dont appreciate you the way i did
and those goddamn horns, they dont turn me on anymore
but the strings of a king, it might do the trick
because that king is more known than a queen
and freddy mercury is reembodied, maybe in me,
maybe in that gay dude who so is in the closet
but thats not me
not matter how it gets faster
more exciting
more to my favorite
i love it.
but itll be over all to soon, not the way i want it
then there will be far to little to contemplate.
but ill enjoy, ill create, ill recreate it, and ill recreationalilze it.
nice.
its not like you are waiting, you know its started.
bolder and bolder, and you feel it start, not hear it
bum bum bum, its so scary
but the most exciting thing ive ever heard.
going where no mans gone before.
and death is not a place
and if it was, it wouldnt count.
how is it over, are you serious?
i dont know, whatever.
return now to hell.
demon.
thing.
woman.
pants.
wentz....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`


wow.
so shit, that was fucking 3 poems in one...

want to play a little game?

when you come to realize my genius, tell me what i had playing
and ill love you forever.
ill be waiting.


cummedyegha
your one and lonely.

ah, try fried canton seven style, eek

i found a homecoming song.
whoopee.
its so delicious.
now go put some sunglasses on before you continue reading this, and get a mirror.


now look in the mirror.
what do you and a frog have in common?
your both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on.


you cant spell
cummedyehga
without me