you taste like the fourth of july
malt liquior on my lips o my
lana del ray
convergence or divergence domain or range
my my
like u a lot like u a lot
dont let t stooop
so right now I dont care what all those haters say indie or not
shes real
at least i feel her
u can be the boss u can be the
know that i like like u a lot
dont let it stop
SO, I talk to my mother through songs
thats how she knows who i am
it was russian popsa
modeln talking
elton john kino et
then many
tool
hin
rhcp
now its passion pit little dragon many many
and her
am i rebel or not
I need to learn stop judging a person by their appearance
a person is not their appearance. most of the time, from what Im guessing, its how they want to appear

how long has it been wow and now ive stumbled upon this, sorta beautiful mess.]
i found my music
but havent found my face
concrete. stop fluttering.
bring your thoughts into one coherent chain
P
"people like me follow people like you"
smile upon me and ill smile upon you too
dont do anything awful?!
DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fear is whats kept me...from everything I guess
do something! who cares if its awful!
mne ona opredelenno nravitsya chuvstvuetsya blizost', ili pridumanna? hotya kakaya razniza!?

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oliver shanti once again
no ya ne odna
hotela li ya etogo?

Настроение сейчас - ohoho

how hard can it be to open up
you dont get open
you are open
or the extreme version of the outcast creeps up on you
thats how others see you
exactly
i want to trip again
unbelievable
its hard to abstain from thinking
that I have lost everyone who was in my life
does it mean that its empty now
does it deflate with every closed door, with every person passed
or do I set the rules
do I break them
do I live like I want to

ive been trying all night long
and now its day
school
college
plans...
will I live

В колонках играет - deftones
Настроение сейчас - when girls telephone boys

нехочу писать

someone was here
nothing prevented the transaction of waves materials
throughout these lives
is that what we called living
an energetic sphere of desires propeling me to open my eyes tomorrow and the day after
but why should I do it
im lonely im alone i speak like the famed mother of a hopeless sleazebag
what have i become
into whom I have morphed so that t h i s satisfies me
ive learned to better adapt to forgive my scratching angry ambitions
and forget my obligations that only i have conceived to be important
i tasted dxm
it was in me
did i change
i tasted dxm
it is not a loser drug
because all others are hard to find
i saw plateaus
and soared
next day was not unusual

ask a person what he waits for and what the ideal
the utopian way of life to be strived for to be accepted
mentally and to be patiently waited for
and you will see how really worthless he really is
as we plan for the future thinking that life will start only then, what is happening to us now
what are we doing these minimal thoughts
do not substitute life
suffice it to say that we are no better than the organic basics
that we supposedly come so far away from

why is that we wait for someone to acknowledge our prescence while we slowly wilt away
we praise risk takers ask ourselves and others petty unnecessary questions of no meaning or limited scope
waiting for prophecies to occur to us
but occurances are coincidences that we mold gratefully accepting the reprecussions

life is easy to chronicle but bewildering to practice
in actuality i have nothing to say
no fire has been kindled
i never collapsed and was never gracefully enthusiastic
being myself was never enough
i restrained from evaluating my chances
as i suppressed my furtive yearnings
he said
ghosts gathered in the darkness
my darkness grew as i matured
yet it wanted out
it showed itself in my eyes 2 3 years ago
compared to the poet who ended his life
he who could have known
how easy it is to be thankful for the life granted when someone helps
observing is not enough
life is easy to chronicle but bewildering to practice

как то систематизированно подходить к делу
втиснуть безумные улыбки в их схемы
невыносимо
желаю скорости
воплотить жизнь в мечту
в сказке обитать а соприкасаться на грязном яву

учусь писать
снова
ток в пальцах
помутнение под лампой под столом
кувырком но получилось ведь
ооо скоро я буду не хуже других
в этом плане

so as I become acquianted
situated
habituated to this uncomfortable hunk of space
I must plan
...its a kind of magic...
one dream one soul one prize one goal
OF WHAT YOULL BE
must plan to release these needless hours
into space
make this space pretty, huh?

in search of freedom; is binding myself to this the answer.?
ready?
uuh
...I dont think so
ready?
...possibly
ready?
hell yes!
then go.
you wasted half your time arguing with me.