You motherfuckers dont even know.

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 04:42:05 GMT

ohhhh christmas.

Things would be so much better right now if i was sure of a couple things.

its just constant fucking stress and it sucks. seriously.

The key is to just put my mind on other things and never make the same mistake again.

and if theres a god i hope he'll give me another chance to go on and not just be completely fucked as of now.

im fine. i have to be.

The best way is just to get over it and to just face it and man up and then like all the other things that have gotten me in this type of situation ill get over it and be comfortable with it.

last time it took a while just like now.

its just time.

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 05:13:28 GMT

Everytime i write an entry. i make it private an hour later. lame.

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 04:51:46 GMT

car so soon.

bitch is bad.

and ew.

fuck xanax i make an ass of myself when i take that shit.

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:01:47 GMT

Now its over , we're goners , its out of our control and if it's one thing that I know its that its best to let it roll.

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:01:19 GMT

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i havent wrote in this thing in forever

i wish it was like two years ago. for real.

+44

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 20:10:29 GMT

The last time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn't see you with the Sun shining in my eyes
I said "Hello" but you kept on walking
Going deaf from the sound of the freeway

The Last time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn't hear you with your voice ringing in my ears
Do you remember where we used to sleep at night
I couldn't feel you, your always too far away

The first time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn't see you with the smoke getting in my eyes
I said "Hello" but you kept on walking
Going deaf from the sound of the DJ

The first time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn't hear with the noise ringing in my ears
Do you remember where we used to sleep at night
I couldn't feel you, your always too far away

I don't, don't wanna take you home
Please don't, don't make me sleep alone
If I could, I'd only want to make you smile
If you would stay with me a while

The next time I see you, you'll turn away
I'll say "Hello" but you'll keep on walking
The next time you see me, I'll turn away
Do you remember where we used to sleep at night
I couldn't feel you, your always so far away

Shit son, get eem jeezy

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 19:12:49 GMT

These niggas just hating they ain’t talking bout shit
I’m a grown ass man I flip my own brick
I don’t need yo help I can own my own dick
Ain’t no motherfucker help me write my rhymes
Ain’t no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right
You better off saying a nigga took my life
Want to assassinate my character but I ain’t acting
It ain’t adding up so you niggas subtracting
B.I.G. said it first more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money

young punks with ya loose ass lips
I keep a AR with them loose ass clips
What type of real nigga name himself after a bag
Nigga you’s a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag
My name ain’t dick so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is look I am Da South
Big Mac you niggas small fries
You just another nigga I’m more like the franchise

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 23:50:32 GMT

Locked up in the distance
in the falter above us
as the contrails pass you spoke your mind
old photos distort you
and you're frowning a smile
as the misery makes us blind
stand down, fall apart and the trouble starts
yeah the trouble starts over again
in the scenes of this casting
where a tragedy follows
as the contrails pass this vacant sky

Disappear, Orlean
away from tarnished golden arsenals
you're laying down again
disappear, Orlean
because your swansong fell on fallen heads
you're laying down again
time goes nowhere

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 22:18:37 GMT

FUCK the police.

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 03:21:19 GMT

the jimmy eat world version of last christmas is great.

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 03:24:17 GMT

why is everyone dying lately?

hmm

i miss it.

There's something in the arm
Of your record player
That's giving me the chills
What you're giving him away for

Staring at your hands
Carie-anne you wait for
Save it for your man
You get what you pay for
'Cause the first to fake is last in line
The first to fake is last in line
The first to fake is last in line,
The first of four

And there's something in the arm
Of your record player
That's giving me the chills
What you're giving him away for
'Cause the first to fake is last in line

The first of four

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 04:12:26 GMT

Ah im so chill right now

i keep listening to emery

killwhitneydead is so good

more metall