Given

I once ask a man
if i was creative
he then said
that i was not
i then asked why
he quickly said
because you
had to ask.

Yeah...

Dave: Hello Sara
Sara: Hey Dave, how are you?
Dave: Just swell thanks for asking, and youself?
Sara: Oh you know.
Dave: What have you been up to latly
Sara: Oh I've been dancing.
Dave: That sounds fun, Where have you been dancing?
Sara:...
Dave: Is something wroung.
Sara: No.
Dave: It can't be that bad.
Sara: Oh... ok... I work at Southern Exposure.
Dave: Yeah!

Summer!

Hey, haven't seen you around in a while
Hey, haven't seen you around in a while
Hey, haven't seen you around in a while
Hey, haven't seen you around in a while

I didn't go to work for a month
I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight
I haven't hung out with anyone
Because if I did, I'd have nothing to say

I didn't feel angry or depressed
I didn't feel anything at all
I didn't want to go to bed
And I didn't want to stay up late
When you're living your life, well, that's the price you pay

Whenever I breathe out, you're breathing it in
Whenever I speak out, you take it all in
Whenever I breathe out, you're breathing it in
Whenever I speak out, you take it all in

Your feelings are positive, negative, positive, negative
I'm feeling this positive, negative, positive, negative
The seasons are positive, negative, positive, negative

Whenever I breathe out, you're breathing it in
Whenever I speak out, you take it all in
Whenever I breathe out, you're breathing it in
Whenever I speak out, you take it all in

I didn't go to work for a month
I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight
I haven't hung out with anyone
Because if I did, I'd have nothing to say

It's going to be a black out Tonight

I don't know why i smelled that.

Shoes
Hockey skates
okay anything to do with hockey
dogs
dogs anus
sharpie
cat's litter box
old milk
cocaine
Rhinna
Old people
arm pit
knee pit
most flowers
burnt skin
burnt hair
dead people
poopdick

I think this chair is sad!

 

This song is called, "I'm Sad, So Very, Very, Sad!
SO SAD!

Guilty as charged

Mind rambling
deep in thought about nothing
every sound is to loud
i toss and turn
still not comfortable
i find myself pacing for no reason
i check the fridge
i get a drink
use the bathroom
blinded by the light
slip back in my sheets
check the time
racing
my heart is
also to loud
deep breath
count sheep
i get mad and think
why i cant sleep
I cry in my hands
what have i done?

The Sixer`s are a whore able team

Six word memoir story being told
life still young and not old
no time for too much detail
girls just want to have fun
i want to hold your hand
they say to get your attention
she's a freak a supper freaky
kiss me and smile for me
i then told her to please
bend over and I'll show you
she snapped and said well the
pink does more than you think

That kid is not my son