The Color Of Hunger

Archive for January 2009

Kidnapped in the mirror again.
Mom won’t help, I shout within.
The naked truths, they twist and bend.
Fuck the world, it never ends.
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Eyes go black cuz I can’t steer.
Cramp our world with sins and fear.
There they are, they’re here, they’re here.
Clutching red bibles on the edge of the pier.

Sis came up to me with tears outlining her eyes today. She was putting her peeps in Lorissa’s situation. Ironically, I did that same thing this morning. Like what if I lost one of my best friends? Fuck. Thad be nuts. I can’t imagine dealing with that shit.
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So I’ve come to the conclusion that living is precious and you best respect who loves you and who cares cuz they may not always be there to grow up beside you. Wow….teary eyes in Bryant’s class. I needa stop writing. Or just stop listening to Imogen Heap. That song “Hide And Seek” is currently my tear trigger. Goddamnit. Atleast let me see 30? That’s a good age….

Ritz – “Hey buddy!”
Cheezit – “Hey spadonkers, I’m glad I could meet yer mom finally.”
Ritz – “You met my mom?”
Cheezit – “Well dry humps eventually lead to wet ones my friend.”
Ritz – “You bastard!!! Take that!!!”
(Ritz pulls out M16′s from each side; Cheezit is blown to pieces.)

A meteorite came crashing into my room earlier.
Creating an awful explosion.
Of glow-in-the-dark rainbows and silicone stars.
Perched on the edge of my bed, I was quite curious.
Basking in the hot hot heat of it all.
Cuz I hadn’t the slightest clue.
Lost in a dream again, a dream stuck on you.


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I am a student of life. 22 years young. I observe. I experience. I learn. I am driven by creativity. And music. Good music. Indie and electronic. I love sensory details. Life is crazy. But meant for living. I have no regrets in mine. Only lessons. =]
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