Good morning Mr Morning, Im sorry to say it's over between us. I had a thing for Mr Late nights for a long time, and we are getting kinda serious. So I don't think I ever wanna see you again, okey?What can I say, he is so much better in bed. Im tired of fighting with ya. (nothing personal). BYE.
Don`t feel like waking up .....
Too retarded to function anyways.
Ah. Shit! Time never stand still when I want it too!!!!!
Coffee should fix my problem.
ALOT of coffee
Wow.. I think maybe it is kicking in
Peace out morning retards.
Im of to get my poor brain raped by some numbers.
Math, one day I will punish you.
The question I so often ask myself:
My problem is, I can not focus.
And that`s because I am more into looking at all the wierd people at school.
I like wierd people you see.
And guess what happends next?
I start writing shitty poems instead of listening to the teacher, like this one I wrote it the other day instead of learning what ever I was supposed to learn.
Class is a bitch when your dumbed in a ditch
Mouths are moving around my head
talking in terms, but their words are dead.
Concernd about weather and bombs and such,
mostly it`s subjects they can not touch.
Shallow smiles, a pair of bleeding eyes attached,
the blabering sentences is to me, a really bad match.
Focusing in the name of a world wide field,
focusing for the need of an unlimited deal.
I am mind raping them with observant look`s,
mind fucking them, while they are sexing their books.
Crossing my fingers for the time to die trying,
blocking my memo for all that I am not buying.
Poking my ears in with a dinosaurs fist,
but the handcufs of knowledge does not excist.
The heat of my present is as cold as a corps in the sun,
oh dear, if only this could be the day that I run ...