

Scrap Metal HeartA year ago I told you that I could stitch you back from the pieces you had managed to become Would wrestle frayed edges back into place Wind you back to rhythm and make you tick againScrap Metal Heart
I probably should have mentioned my procrastination Should have noted my shaking hands and inexperience with the art of clockwork At the very least I should have let you know my clumsy My tendency to break even the least delicate of parts How these hands slip and sweat over the details Finer workings were beyond me I should have told you something Lied to you at least Made effort to form yo


To BurnIve been thinking a lot about life lately About what it means to die And the millions of ways it happens every day Ive been thinking a lot about it and I think Ive decidedTo Burn
Im never gonna let myself fade away Im gonna burn instead Drift to cinder and ashes like snowfall on well worn sidewalks Dusting over the face of my past like it was statically charged from the pace Ive kept my whole life People will look back through fading photos and memories and say Wow. He really knew how to live.
Or at least thats what I


ErikaThis is for Erika May she never know that I typed itErika
I was online recently, wading through my flooded inbox as though there was a genuine possibility that someone wrote me an e-mail instead of just texting me, when I realized two things
One. The world has become a scary place when not only do we not have the patience to type something, but that e-mail is the first thing you think of as a measure of comparison instead of a hand written letter And two. Someone is pretty damned determined to tell me my dick is too small.
Now that got me thinking of you. Not that first part, but the thing a


Keep BreathingShe tells me that with a single razor blade and a lazy motion she could end it That with a handful of pills bought at any drug store she would drift off gently and never wake up She says that the sixth story is not a guarantee, but the seventh is practically golden Drowning is much too scary, which is why the hairdryer and the wall socket are her best friends She tells me all of this with a smile, browsing the corners of my eyes for an answer she expectsKeep Breathing
I can see it in her stance, the relaxed posture held by dwindling stars told to keep burning far too often She has become familiar with encouragemen
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You call it retarded; I call it "thinking dysfunctions".
:LMFAO:
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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You call it retarded; I call it "thinking dysfunctions".
:LMFAO:
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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