| Hello, I'm back from Denver. what a long drive that was. It's good to be home. I love the rockies. They were amazing. I've been rather speechless since ive gotten home. The concert was awesome. I MISSED YOU.  we will hang out soon. The worse part of denver was the druggies...around one corner was some girl on pcp and she was rolling around and jason and i were going to go check on her and when we got close she made some sort of a noise that was in her own language..it was freaking weird.. then some big buff black guy with ONE PANT LEG rolled UP offered us KB and Shrooms ..i was like FA_REEK_EEEY haha all i know is that...im watching 8 heads in a duffel bag and they just did the nightmear thing where the heads start singing Mr Hitman..pretty fucked up
im in my pjs now talking to missy...which means im in a pretty good mood just tired thats all
for now
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She waits in the fog. Snapshots of faces so wrong. and she is crying blissfully dying. she walked for miles wondering this way and that. and i asked her whats the bother? and she said its my dad. is he lost? no, he is running away. and usually i think of it as the other way. hello pops. is family to big of a word for you do you just have to leave it alone.you got your girl lost in a world that wasnt ment for two girls alone..man of the house? get the fuck out you lazy son of a bitch. STRIKE HER AGAIN.. i dare. you...ive got the pistol to your pillow and the second i hear her yell. Oh it will be over...and we will find a new daddy...to lose her in the fog a never ending search.. good fathers like oil try to find some and strike it rich when you do you'll recieve lots of love and hugs too...just listen little lady in the fog here's a flash light we'll get you out of this...alive...
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later -k-e-v-o |
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| so im so im so confused...
.........lost siamese twins joined
at the chest.....
things are going to get tough
who gets the heart and who keeps the stomach
and who will stomach when the other is heartbroken?
if you run to far in that direction you will tear into to
sections..emotional walks around the block.. creating
music with your step..... |
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| What do you need?
How this waiting game is killing me.
Oh, so painfully challenging now that I'm on my own
We've made our remarks, stuck to the scene.
Package is parceled,
withholding my dreams and we know they go slow.
Promise me you won't let go
You say words; meaningless, empty.
Broken, I dream of a of a girl that can handle with care
and who won't take me for granted.
And who won't rip out my eyes when I cry over you...
Falling down my cheek, my sweet, my heart, it dies,
it falls as we sing the songs of "I miss you's."
I miss you.
Broken, broken, broken...Cursive would blast through my ears
Through these veins, accompany my tears.
Promise me you won't let go
You say words; meaningless, empty.
Broken, I dream of a girl.
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we are wearing out
kevin |
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THATS SO TRUE 
ONE MORE 
