11th hour

i am nothing more than a ghost in the snow

long ago...just like the ***** you died to get in again...

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thats gonna be the new one from now on so if you care to add that one and i am deleting this one in three days

im in theatre arts right now and im listening to jesse tell me about the fantastic play we are doing...anyway i went to vanity horror stories band practice yesterday, we annihilated anthonys amp, made two molotov cocktails, and watched the new lead singer for vhs not sing at all, yesterday was just awesome...more later.

UNEARTH TONIGHT EVERYBODY BETTER FUCKING BE THERE!

what does green paper have to do with my journal you may ask!?...not a damn thing...










oxsxcx




why do your eyes paralyze me?

fall for my rhetoric tonight
those scars on your wrist say your gullible
im coming home tonight but thank god it's in a casket
who knew an epitaph was so fucking hard to write
but my eulogy was pre-written in indian ink which was unheard of at the time
the revolver in the cabinet always seemed like a good idea
but you were never one for the cliche
and a 9mm love letter has been a little played out
you always loved the touch of cold steel but never enough to pull the trigger
i could list all the reasons that say it was a good idea
and it is as easy to count as your scars are
baby it will be so much easier on me
this noose is only getting tighter
and i'll only stop kicking once your gone
i've fooled death before
and tonights no different
i'll keep laughing from these gallows
and there's always that pistol
do me a favor
end this in a gallant display of affection



would you die for me?


oxsxcx

like the title say mexicans need more respect and im out to prove probably only to jonesy and riki that i am more mexican than him...Jonesy is mexican now but only because anthony adopted him and because of his butterfly knife...the show sunday was really good except for this kid mike who i think wanted to suck my dick..ha ha ha ha....band practice today...more later

The Cold day that She Set Ablaze

Today I had my very own conviction. It's hot in this room i can't bare it. When your face disapeared i feared for the best. I hoped for the worst. I see you through my rearview mirror. Stop this car now. Do you remember that night she came home with messy hair and smeared lipstick all over her neck? She was the one that i spent the night with. She could only scream that night. Backseats were the perfect place for a group prayer. It's too cold and dark tonight so light a candle and bathe yourself in gasoline.


that song is so fucking amazing




oxsxcx

This isn't at all unpleasant.
I'm enchanted by the lavish ballet,
and I'll whistle the tune all the way to the gallows
that I heard at the cabaret.
At the sheriff's signal,
the orchestra moves the floor.
Don't it make you feel wonderful?
Body twisting strictly ballroom.
Criminally elegant,
ideal postured Viennese waltzer.
I'm dressed to kill.
I'm weightless and well rehearsed.
In my godless opera my characater is canonized.
Uphand me.
This is a musical and nothing goes wrong.
Can't keep the classics out of the head of the masochists.
Strike up the band.
It's 245 beats for a measure or 5 beats
per 6 steps on alternating feet.
The show must go on.
Never mind the teeth and fingernails,
the show must go on.
I don't feel at all like I thought I would,
but I could probably go on like this forever.
Tonight,
we dance,
for tomorrow they release the dogs.
1,2,3.
Keep it up.
1,2,3.
Savor it.
(Where is my head? Where is my heart?)
Everything vanishes.








she sure as hell aint you but lord knows she'll have to do...

die white girls
bye bye world

well things didn't turn out as planned, but then again they never do....sitting around listening to coheed...me and allie talked today. it was sorta weird but we were laughing pretty much the whole time



its too late to find a better way out of this, with the finest regards that i lost in the cracks of this street












i want to taste the reptilian appeal

At birth given scars along tender heart liberties
injustice for awkward living situated causalities
they lay dead along your floor
careful not to wake them they're sleeping
in the morrows good mourning
the dying will discard the wish to live
let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming

When I kill her, I'll have her
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
Die white girls, die white girls
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead

you'll get nothing for something
arise the hidden war of a dead song, unsung
the night of your children's day
beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up
seal the lips of your voice with haste
and cower at the sounds as they make their way
surprise speed and malice
the opposing break the surface hold ready
will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb
but killing's no fun when the heroes are none
bye, bye world












nothing much to say, hope things go well, going to talk to jessica, in school, more after i get home...

"wu tang clan ain't nothing to mess with"



Okay, what to do what to do, it would be fantastic to talk to jessica anytime soon but shes never around...ugghhhh its lame...i want...i dont know but Jessica, i would like to see things work out between us..........................










bye bye world
bye bye world
die white girls
die white girls

And now, we proudly present
songs perverse and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
and songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again.
Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
There's no use to keep a secret,
everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
so read on- accuse me when you're done-
if it sounds like I did you wrong.

Our father, who art in heaven,
save me from this wreck I'm about to drown in.
Didn't I learn anything counting out
my sins on rosary beads?
The reverend plays on the ugly organ;
he spews out his sweet ad salty sermon
on the audience.

...So why do I think I'm any different?

I've been making money off my indifference.
We all pass the hat around,
'This is my body', this is the blood I found
on my hands after I wrote this album.
Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
some red handed sleight of hand.

Woah oh.














In school with nothing to do like yesterday...bored as hell...cant wait till i get home to blast ETID. It will be great and beautiful...sorta like someone i know....<3

kill




me





















<3

I then i realized that she was the only thing that i've ever needed. She's beautiful, although i may be moving sometime soon but who knows, i want to make this work this time around and im ready to do what ever it takes to make her happy. "baby i swear to god tonight im sober, it's the reception between us thats failing, everythings coming out all frenzied and confused, She has what it takes to make falling a habit and a dance out of a tantrum fit, its tragic but im sobering up, pick up the phone, tonight i feel like the hero of a rustic war, my touch has the timeing and precision of a car wreck."




she is jessica and she is beautiful

If you walk from ft drum to black river and back...your feet will hurt....


Bring Your Own Crew Crew






president's bullet-ridden body in the street ride, johnny ride kennedy's shattered head hits concrete ride, johnny ride johnny's wife is floundering johnny's wife is scared run, jackie run texas is an outrage when your husband is dead texas is an outrage when they pick up his head texas is the reason that the president's dead you gotta suck, suck, jackie suck president's bullet-ridden body in the street ride, johnny ride kennedy's shattered head hits concrete ride, johnny ride texas is an outrage when your husband is dead texas is an outrage when they pick up his head texas is the reason that the president's dead you gotta suck, suck, jackie suck arise jackie o, jonathon of kennedy well, arise and be shot down the dirt's gonna be your dessert my cum be your life source and the only way to get it is to suck or fuck or be poor and devoid and masturbate me, masturbate me then slurp it from your palm like a dry desert soaking up rain soaking up sun like a dry desert soaking up rain soaking up sun














"my touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck"

school tomorrow and im sitting around not doing any work that i need to be doing.....



Blast
oxygen masks
smoke filled cabin
Depressurize
don't be afraid
hold onto me
We're goin down
but not our love

Death
don't seem so bad
when I'm with you
My only love
so close your eyes
Kiss me one last time
We're gonna Die
but not our love
not our love

I've come to my senses,
That I've become senseless,
I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships,
Every last conviction, I smoked them all away,
I drank my frustrations down the drain, out of the way,
So I sit and wait and wonder,
"Does anyone else feel like me?"
Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self-esteems,

I'll sing along,
Yeah with every emergency,
Just sing along,
I'm the king of catastrophies,
I'm so far gone,
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me,
I'm my own worst enemy

I could be an expert on co-dependency,
I could write the best book on underage tragedy,
I've been spending my time at the local liquor store,
I've been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor,
So I sit and wait and wonder,
"Does anyone else feel like me?"
I'm so over-dosed on apathy and burnt out on sympathy.

I'll sing along,
Yeah with every emergency,
Just sing along,
I'm the king of catastrophies,
I'm so far gone,
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me,
I'm my own worst enemy

Let the meaning slip away
Lost my faith in another day,
Self deprication seems okay,
I never thought I'd make it anyway

I'll sing along,
Yeah with every emergency,
Just sing along,
I'm the king of catastrophies,
I'm so far gone,
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me,
I'm my own worst enemy

I'm my own worst enemy









a little less than jake and things are nice, what can i say about tonight....nothing...its good....




if im a writer
and im a poet
i might love you
but never show it
you should forget me
this is a long tour
and ill be back but
not in time for





"my touch has the timing and presicion of a car wreck"