Aduery! <3

Holly Darlin' <3

Turn around...

Tuneage: "Everybody wants to rule the world" Tears For Fears (Side note: HEY!! WHOEVER MAKES THE JAMES BOND MOVIES!! Use this song as a theme!!!)

Mood: lost

Turn around bright eyes! Okay, for the love of God LISTEN TO THAT SONG!!! I love this song so much. ^_- Mom keeps asking me what "we" can do to "pull my grades up" I wish she would shut up!! God! motherfuckingbitch keeps dragging on my case man. Like she even CARES what I listen to now!! Example, I put on some V.U, "Heroin" and she was like "What are you listening to?" "Heroin" I said emotionless without a second thought, just letting my mind wander. "You shouldnt look up to drug additces." She says "And why cant they use nicer words?" IT WAS PAINFULL! She dosnt understand why Lou Reed did speed man. He did it for creative reasons and artisic expression. I <3 him....

Bond, James Bond

As some of you may, or may not know, I have this major obsession over Bond films and such. So now I shall bore you with my top 3 favorite bonds ever!

1. Sean Conner (1st bond ever! AKA Coolest!)
2. Peirce Bonson (........well......uhhh......me likieie! XD)
3 Roger Moore (he's just like really funny)

Go head and rain

Mood: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Tunes: "King of Pain" The Police

I hate Mondays. I always get a headahce. And I hate my band teachers assistant more than anyone...shes so mean. (well thoes are the nicest words I can think of at the moment.) I wish mom would shut up and I want it to rain.

Perhaps. (Sweeney Todd poem)

If I showed you my true self wouldnt you run away? Run in fear? Run and hide while I bleed out tears? Little bird trapped inside, can't you fly? Fly faraway from your tower where you hide? Perhaps, if I found her again, I wouldnt be like...like this. But! Oh the feel of blood is sweet. Perhpas if I could take the judges head.....no. I will. I need you, my dear. Look a star. Oh darling, I'm fine. Please, love dont cry. I'm hear Johanna! I'm hear dont cry! I'm just fine....just..fine. Goodbye Johanna....goodbye...

Horror Poem

Tick-tock, tick-tock, there goes the clock. Tweleve. You know what happends now. Right? One, Two Freddies coming for you......or wait!!!! You see the barber in his barber shop. You better not stop, unless you want die. We all deseveve to die! ....dont we? Five, Six, better grab a crucifix.....Soon you'll be down in the basement in the pie shop. Yes. Thats a carming way to go? Isnt it right? Better say your prayers and hush hush hush. Dont mind the moster that shall pull you to your grave....no no no. Pay no mind my dear, for, as the old saying goes...."Come into my parlor" Said the spider to the fly, "I have something hear for you...." Now, tonight my dear, you are the fly.

The Fall Of America

I'm recomending a book to all of you people!! Allen Ginsburges, "The Fall Of America: Poems of these states." READ IT!! It will open your eyes.

My thoughts and notes on: POPism

POPism can be better shown threw an altered eye. Like, looking threw a differnt colour glass. POPism is a form of self expression. Expression of the mind. In a normal state, and "fixed" state. POPism is ment for people who ask too many questions and, have the longing to learn the truth about reality......."Nothing is real" -John Lennon 1967

How does it feel? (Honest to god no pun intendend.)

Tuneage: Well what do you think? Yes! -gasp- DYLAN ELETRIC!! A SIN! Cried Pete Seager CUT THE CABLE WITH THE AX! "Like A Rolling Stone"
Mood: Good. Want an adventure.

Okay, well, perhaps, just maybe small pun intended! Ha ha! Witty arnt I? I ask you a question dear reader, "If Yesteryear was yesterday, and tomarrow is today, then what is leap year?" Figure that out!

The day before....

Tears. White nuckle fear of a needle. They talk to make me feel safe. Dad holds my hand and pushes in the needle. I start to drift. My sister puts on some Dylan to help me relax. With a blushing face, I listend to every word as I ramble on and on about the god damn bird. The ride home is a happy jumble. The bird still hangs in my eyes, as does the song. I lay down and let "The IT girl" enter my head...so happily I enter pain.

I'd be her mirror

I'll be her mirror. I stand to show that she is lovely. If you are scared I'll hold your hand, and if you dont know how lovely you are, I'll show you. For I'll be your mirrror. If you are lonely, I'll be around. I'll be your mirror

Current Action at the time

Tuneage: "Sweet Jane" The Velvet Underground And Nico.
Mood: Restless, I want to get out and live, like run around New York City!!

I dont like Sundays very much. Everyone's in church, blah blah blah. Grr.....Comment please and tell me what you think of this opion but, Is it wrong to be mad at your mother for not letting you where your V.U (Velvet Underground) T-shrit?

Art your self!!

Dip your self in paint, nail your clothes to the wall, ART your self baby! Paint your face, use your hair. Make your life a canvas! Your modern art. Rave till dawn.

I'm drowning slowly

Where am I? What did I do? Why am I cold? Why am I crying? Why am I lonley? The girl sits up. Afraid and alone. Confused, she looks up at a pale winter sky. Leaves fall on her. Snow flakes kiss her roesy face. I thought he loved me....I thought..w-wrong. A sob escapes her lips. Was it him? I cant remeber... She sees dead ciggarets and broken beer cans. Her long delicate fingures touch her red hair. Her hand jurks away suddenly, Somethings there. In her hair? Yes! She pulls a purple iris from her curls. She stands, her head is sore. Still, she stands, in a park in winter, alone, cold and afraid with only the dead leafs trees, the hush of falling snow and the only light of hope is the iris. She cradles the flower like a newborn child. Tears stain its petals. Where did you go? "Your such a silly girl! I'd never leave you in Central Park!" She spins around. He smiles. The anger is forgotten.....all sarrow gone. The winter sun is brighter. So, they confide in each others eyes, and drown slowly in there gentel whisperd words