Feelings I have never felt

Mood: So....so many things
Tuneage: "Just Like Heaven" The Cure

I feel strange...I'm not sure. I feel happy yet I feel like I could brake.

A little peice for Lou.

I want to smoke a ciggarett as I listen to The Velvets "Sweet Jane" I long to inhale her kiss and feel free to drip red, red whine and roeses. I need to fade into the intoxicated bliss of "The Absoulute Acid Tablet." It'll melt on my tounge and melt away my eyes. Radio's playing protest all day. OH! But we wouldnt have a heart, if we didnt fake it, and we wouldnt have a home if we didnt make it! And we couldnt make music if we couldnt play it! AH! The smoke she leaves me to drown in.

Rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

MAJOR BRODEM!!!!! ^_^

OH! the conformist!

Tuneage: "Lovesong" The Cure (-shigh-)
Mood: Kind of sad.

OH! Can you imagene the Twilight freaks?? God...I hate them. There annoying conformist. They say "Darkness is my soul" when there afraid of the dark. And the girls (well...most not all most) at my school are major leeches. -_- Nicest thing I can say to them...motherfuckers

Picture (some werid poem I wrote for Robert Smith.....-prays he dosnt read this-)

When the world grows cold, turn to ash on your side. When I look into your eyes...its black. Yet, I am not alone. I hold close a picture of you..wishing I had said the right words....wishing I could admit love. Whising I had you, wishing you where near...wishing you could be right here. Sometimes I want the sun to never rise...so I can never wake up and so you cant leave my side. Feelings I feel I kept locked up inside. Love eating away at my soul....burning tears in my eyes. At lest I have a picture... a picture of you.

Holy Bowie Batman!

Steal that line from me you will DIE!

Tuneage: "Ashes To Ashes" David Bowie (Funk to funky we know Major Toms a Junkie!)
Mood: Hyper

THIS! LADIES GENTLEMEN AND ALIENS! Is what I'm like when I'm on Caffine!! ....Bowie happens........0_O. -twiching- I had like four cups of coffee...and coke....-twich- SPIDERS FROM MARS!

Rawr (Prep Rant from the grunge kid)

Song: "Black Hole Sun" Soundgarden (Nickie, thats for you)
Mood: pissssssssssssssssed.

I WANT ALL THE PREPS TO DIE!!! ALL OF THEM! I'm sick of them.....With what the cheerleaders moving in a heterosexual form of movement they call "Dancing." In there short skrits. And the guys wont leave me be. I want to rip there heads off like the little lifeless bugs they are. Day after day my friends and my self are picked on. But on ocasison there is that rare day where they are SOOOOO involed with there selfs they tend not to notice us. So nice to blend in like a fly on a wall. So nice not to get judged by people in the hall way. Thoes days, however are on occasion. -shigh- What can one do but wait till highschool and be free (mostly)free of the imaturity of everyone.

APMD!

Love,

Margar C. XXXX