Im 18 and i live in Texas. i wear ALOT of black almost all the time.i cus alot so if u cant stand cussin dont fucking talk to me. ive been called evil but dont believe it. im really nice unless you piss me off. ive got ADD and ADHD so if i go somewhere random thats my excuse. my memory is also shit so chances are that if we havnt talked a long time ago i wont remember you. if you want to no more read my whatever i want section
ok heres some more shit about me that i couldnt fit into my about me section and ill keep adding more shit as i remember it. it does get kinda mean but i dont give a fuck what people think about me so i typed it out. if you are a fag (i mean guys. i dont care if chicks are gay) i wil not be nice to you. i hate fags almost more than anything. yes i do have a cell and i might give you the number but it aint very much i give it out. if you do get my number i only text but i text all day. if i do text you i tend to say yea and lol alot. that dont mean i dont wanna talk. i always wanna talk. if you talk to me remember the following... dont type in symbols (you no what im talking about), speak fuckin english. if you talk to me in another language i just plain wont talk to you, if i cant read what your saying i will reply with shit like what the fuck? dont bitch to me about your ex or how you hate your bf or gf. i dont fucking care. i love pissing people off and im nice unless you piss me off. i honestly dont give a fuck what you think of me unless you call me gay or someshit like that. i was raised to hate fags and i hate them alot. no one can change me. people all my life have tried to and they all failed. i drive a Chevy. dont like it? FUCK YOU! Colorado is the best place on earth. think otherwise? FUCK YOU! im a texan. and once again, dont like it? FUCK YOU! i will fight to my death for what i believe in and there is no way in hell you can change that. my favorite word right now is fucktard. its fun to say and it pisses people off. try calling someone a fucktard sometime and for you fucktards that dont no what it means, it means fucking retard. i no what it means to be in pain cuz im a dumbass and im always doin shit to get myself hurt. i dont care if i offend you sometimes i try to offend people. yes i wear black that dont mean im emo or goth. i dont wear or own anything with bright colors. since i aint very smart if im talkin to you you will notice i say yea and i use smiley faces alot and thats cuz i cant think of anything else to say. i can growl and play drums. i always speak my mind and if you say whats up to me i will tell you what im up to. i hate it when people say not much cuz everyone is always doing something. if u aint say breathing or something. this is gettin really fucking long lol. i wont lie to make you feel better. i am very open. if you ask me something i wwill always answer you honestly. and another big thing is if you have a kid... i dont fucking care about it. i dont like little kids. theyre annoying as hell and babies are the worst. so if you start tellin me about your kid i will tell you that i dont care about it. if you need help with something i will try my hardest to help. sometime its good advice and sometimes it aint. and a friendly word of advice... you dont want to fuck with me. i can make your life hell and if i want to i can make you feel so bad about yourself you will want to die. when im talking i say lol alot and thats because i actually do laugh alot. wow this is purty fuckin mean lmao. i talk how i spell so if i say purty or gettin, thats how i say it. i am also a VIP so if you dont like gettin shit thats mass send then fuckin delete me. i hate labels and i have been labeled everything.
Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...