Anyway, off of the subject of my feelings. I got a job a couple of weeks ago! I now work at Harkin's Theatre and I just got done working an 11-hour shift, covering two people's asses on the way!
Eff. I can't remember what I was going to write...


This Title Makes No SenseFeeling a certian amount of disappointment It's difficult to control. I find my eyes leaking again, Wanting to tell another soul How I feel. What I want.This Title Makes No Sense
Discouraged.
Wandering thoughts come to conclusions While one good song brings tears. Hold back, hold on. Wishing for another three years. What I want. Now I feel
Terribly alone.
Oh, memories, take me somewhere free!


Nostalgic SongwriterIs it a crime to sing a song concerning Lit cigarettes on cold mornings And rain wetting your brown hair?Nostalgic Songwriter
It's a love song, A soul song, A folk song mixed with blues.
What's so wrong with feeling something?


To the Moon: Sincerely, MeI seek inspirations in daily life And modernize what my brain receives. I relieve my aching heart by writing notes About how it feels to watch the sun set. Nostalgia,To the Moon: Sincerely, Me
Sadness,
Grief. And again, my dear, I'm alone. But I take comfort in this new form of sun, These weaker rays of forgiving light. And as I sit and allow myself to Reflect on the blue shades on my hands, I try not to sound so sad, I try to give you an ending that would be worth reading,


LOOK, FOOL--"LOOK, FOOL I LOVE YOU." the little girl screams (and shouts and sobs), but she's not a little girl anymore, if she's old enough to love you like this. Love you with her clear, fierce gaze and fists balled at her sides while you're backed against a wall six lonely feet away. Love you with angry tears rolling down her cheeks like molten everything she's ever wanted which is you, you, oh god, you. Pan to the sidelines, where her two friends watch and bicker and mock like, "this is love?"LOOK, FOOL--
If this is love, then (the two onlookers don't want to be in love, their h
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Ruling the world one pencil and tattoo at a time....
You ever seen a naked child wearing knee pads? It's funny... XD
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Ah...I see you've found my toupe.
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Ruling the world one pencil and tattoo at a time....
Nephews...gotta love em.
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Ah...I see you've found my toupe.
Right? Lol.
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Ruling the world one pencil and tattoo at a time....
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Because we don't need to define it. The world is ours. And it's just there for the taking for those of us lucky enough to own cameras.
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None of you understand. I'm not locked in here with you.
You're locked in here with me.
just a little hello
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Ah...I see you've found my toupe.
hehe
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