limewire: Insert condom

FUGZ YOU LIMEWIRE! You can take your goddamn porn and stick it up your ass and suck faces while you’re at it. No, I do not want to know how to land a girl, NO, I do not want to get laid, nor do I want to download pornography. Thank you and come again. Because I won’t download track 1-10. I don’t want to watch anything of the inserting of a ding’thing into a va-jay-jay.

I hope you get crabs, that forever-ever-ever crabs.

circle dot dot dot.

I’m waiting. And it just doesn’t seem enough for anything. I’m listening when I can’t hear anything. I’m living even if I can’t feel anything. I’m seeing even if my eyes are missing. I’m being just as much as one would be.

So why isn’t that enough?

I’m waiting and waiting. And i’m tired of feeling unconfident. lonely. jealous. hungry. worried. angry. pathetic. upset. dissapointed.

I’m tired of waiting. Of trying. Of being.  Of expecting. Of unexpecting.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Just for me.

Thats all I ask.

Ring just for me.

Crackwhore-rifics

I don’t appreciate poets who write about suicides and death. The hell are you on? CRACK? I don’t appreciate it because its stupid and makes me want to eat a fork. Please don’t attempt to be all “gothic” and wear your black spandex and death metal t-shirt. Uh uh. I don’t want to read it. I won’t say its and good, don’t expect me to say its good.

Its like, wtv is this crap?:

They sit at the table in happiness,

blood trickles down my face as they laugh oh so jolly-la-ly (bear with me)

My lovers embrace gone.

His face… his arms… gone

He’ll never be there to kiss those butterfly kisses.

He’ll never hold hands with me.

They killed him

Blood trails down.

AHH!

WHY!

Why torment me.

I die.

I smile as my lover embraces me in that embraceable way.

 

What the fuck was that?

 

I call it crap. Shit for brains. Shit for shit. Shit and shit.