undone? oh. ur shirt. heh. sorry.

i know i got a weird liking for people. can i help it?
nah. wat's the fun if i start thinking using my head instead of that fist shaped thing locked behind my ribs. or my panacea. doesn't matter really which one i use.

listenin to u talk makes me want to rub a dime and throw it at you.
that's why we know each other for ain't it?
wait. go listen to urself before u ask me to look at my faults.
perhaps then u will understand why ur such a dick.

helping out ppl is a real joy.
till they start to stab u in the shoes. ah.
crazy fucks out to wreck ur face without a real reason to do so.
well we still have to keep on living in our vinyl lives dont we?

my school's iu is this sun.
hope u guys come.

otherwise.