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meh and my bruddas run in da cooo

:(

"my dog just ran away
and i am feeling pretty bad
i've been sneaking out at night
and my parents are real mad
i’ve been taking lots of drugs
cause they teach me not to care
yeah, i guess that’s how you cheat
because life doesn’t play fair

my brother told me
that he's gonna
kill himself tonight
with a whole bottle of prozac
or a shiny kitchen knife
he said that when he is dead
ill have his nintendo 64
and i can play all it night long
sitting on the basement floor

my girlfriend told me that
she doesn't love me anymore
and i wish i didn't care but
i thought she was really cool
so i drank a ton of liquor
then i threw up in her sink
she said next time use the toilet
then she offered me a drink"

original sample: https://ifidieinmississippi.bandcamp.com/track/nintendo-64-alex-g-3

winter 2009 ❄️💙

beautiful#s2g w_Reverie (+Lovbug)

Prada Uuu :p ft 06brick prod 06bricky :0 :D :P :c

at the end of the day it was all still for nothing
walk down the path with a soul so misguided
just burning the pages don't act like it happened
i'm acutely aware of the filth that you lay in
ill bite my tongue, avert my eyes
but don't you think i don't know the intention

novella - the filth you lay in p. novella

Every chance that I had to make amends thrown away in a second of clarity.
All we are is rehearsed lines on this page; play it out, it's an over done cliche.
The touch of your hand was never so cold.
Let it slip through your grasp, it's not worth it to hold.
It's a story, a poem; it's something so tragic.
It'll never work out how you expect.
I'll never be who you thought I was.

It's not morals; it's cowardance.

novella - morals vs. cowardance p. vinogradov

@4neria

admit it you miss it. confessions, don't listen. the cycle is ur fault. live the script over, recycle the same lines. torn between state lines. recycle the same themes. ur not getting younger, ur burying ur head. hide in the fiction. hurting and shoving. hide behind reference. building a new self over and over. this shame in expression you'll never get over, this game of repression of every desire. they'll tear you apart; don't be too honest. larping forever. act like a good man, talk like ur smarter; the acting is cathartic. forever in who's hands? i'm a writer with no muse. it's not how it was then, it's not how we were once. there's something i can't say. its's something i won't say. it's not like it matters, it's not like i hid it. it's all on the surface. still water reflection. i feel so pretentious and due for reflection. does it dissapoint you to know that i dont know any of my lines or the endings i promised. to whom i don't know - the muse that i asked for, or the one that i had? forever the same boy. the prose is so bland now, i know that it's played out. secrets don't make friends. im keeping my eyes closed, im seeking you angel; my private ecclesia. a wink at the camera, do i have your approval? well how are the ratings? don't tell if they're falling. build God and then we'll talk.

come winter i won't be here so help me God, so help me God...

novella - so help me God, so help me God [@4neria]

your eyes harbour the greyest tones
oh i never thought a home could be so cold
frozen in place, i can't move my own feet
well, who knew winter lasts so long?
i know your sick of the same old song

forever doesn't sound appealing, but pretty it up and i'll accept it
forever i've been in your hands, drop me watch me shatter

you've made it damn hard for me to look back fondly
hard to talk when all i said was sorry
i admit i doubt all of my sincerity
always held me now i can't fall down safely
the snow hasn't melted, but the sun has long been down

forever doesn't sound appealing, but pretty it up and i'll accept it
forever i've been in your hands, drop me watch me shatter

novella - winter song [novella]

from this point on forgo the script
shed the stitches between your lips
on and on, a droning want;
the creeping feeling inching in

circumstances assure you of the safety in the static

the curtain falls, the facade fades
now call into question all that was
the curtain falls, the facade fades
drop the act of all you were

a puppet boy with no strings
pick me up and let me move
the guiding hand lays inert
this lack of will is the death of you

circumstances assure you of the safety in the static

the curtain falls, the facade fades
now call into question all that was
the curtain falls, the facade fades
drop the act of all you were

beautiful#s2g w_Reverie (+Lovbug)

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