I always say I hate people, as though I’m so much better but I actually hate myself more than anyone in the universe.
I always turn to Frank and Abel when I’m down in the dumps…
Ooh Tyler can help me too, I bet.
The sad stuff doesn’t help me at all though… lol
I fucked it up
I’m so good at fucking shit up
I hate myself
I wish I could get paid to fuck shit up
Then I’d be filthy rich
And my sadness would be buried beneath all of my stacks
“When you fuck someone - your doing it to a stranger.
When you have sex with someone- you know that person, it probably is your friend and shit just happened.
But when you make love with someone one- you really love them and you want to please them as much as you can.”
One of my acquaintances posted this on facebook and received positive feedback but I beg to differ…
I don’t mean to be one of those people, but I think it was poorly written and thought out… Fucking, sex, making love, doing the do, sleeping with… It’s all the same to me. It doesn’t quite matter who with or whether there are feelings involved, it is still the same verb. You can reword as much as you want but it doesn’t change anything.
My little poem to Bastard Son…
I guess I was a one hit wonder
And she’s a song that never gets old
You came into my life like thunder
But you left just as quick and so cold
Sometimes I don’t remember to care
But other times I look at you in pain
This disconnection for you is a loss
But for me is definitely a gain
Sent from my iPod