I am not emo. I will sent my thoughts to this pen. I will document every little thing. I will insult you in your sleep. I listen to music that would make your ears bleed. I stare at you like you looked like a mutant. I bathe in the thoughts that someday you will fail. I know you do not measure up. I know that I have everything I need inside of myself. I have no more worries. I impress upon you a long lasting desire for all things deep. Deep like the ocean, baby.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Guess What I'm Thinking About
I am not emo. I will sent my thoughts to this pen. I will document every little thing. I will insult you in your sleep. I listen to music that would make your ears bleed. I stare at you like you looked like a mutant. I bathe in the thoughts that someday you will fail. I know you do not measure up. I know that I have everything I need inside of myself. I have no more worries. I impress upon you a long lasting desire for all things deep. Deep like the ocean, baby.
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3 comments:
whats emo got to do with it? im offeneded (i bet youre happy about that too)
Holler! *gives dap*
I think you're thinking about that emo doll we created.
Remember, Real emokids kill themselves. Are thinking about where you left the remote?
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