| Rocky Horror Picture Show. |
[09 May 2004|02:51pm] |
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"friends kiss because they need someone to be there for them but all they have is eachother"
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| substance abuse can be fun! ....... really it can. |
[07 May 2004|11:04pm] |
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nirvana, smells like teen spirit |
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the straight edge girl is out getting high
the slut is at the clinic getting a shot
the crackhead is visiting his kids at their dad's house
the line snorter is no where to be found
but they found her car in the lake
the pot head is contemplating the heroin he just did
because all he can do is think
and he is having trouble with that
the local "fag" is letting more lsd drip slowly into his spinal cord
the "social drinker" is smacking his girlfriend around
the 20 year old is fucking "some high school chick"
the straight edge girl is stumbling into the alley
the straight edge girl is being raped by the guy who got her high
me,
well here i am with my pills that i stole from my mom's medicine cabinet
wondering just what kind of god let all this happen.
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[07 May 2004|12:34am] |
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Asleep, The Smiths |
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i remember hot sticky days in that place i used to live
the place i affectionately called "texxziiisss"
hot days by the pool
cool nights out on the boat, with the gentle waves of the Gulf of Mexico lapping against the hull creating a kind of lullaby
in my eyes the world was perfect
i remember one warm humid night
once in a time before i had to have imaginary friends to play with
playing secret agent and sneaking downstairs
Jessica with the notepad and pen ready to record any vital bits of information we hear from Daddy and Mommy
me with my super secret espionage watch ready to record the time of anything of importance
Lauren trailing after in the shadows so we would not see her even though we told her she was too little to play spy
sliding like a snake on our bellies to look into the kitchen
playing spy that night changed my life forever
as sounds of harsh voices and shattering glass met our ears
our eyes saw tatooed arms swing out at one another
only 7 years old and I had grown into an adult right there on the spot
the second that i realized that my little world was far from perfect in fact it was the exact opposite
only 7 years old and i realized for the first time what had been going on
moving away from that house was the hardest thing for a 7 year old to do
i loved that house for the good times
our pool, our treefort, my 3 stepsisters, our bunkbeds, loft diving onto the enourmous couches, watching pg-13 movies from the loft when our parents didn't know
and no matter what the bad times
"cover up girls your Uncle Eric is coming over," shards of glass found the next day on the kitchen floor .... by my foot, being burnt by cigarretes, hearing the screaming and yelling, being left alone, having to stay at a friend's house "while daddy got better," and "come on girls we are not going home tonight, daddy isn't feeling well"
he was drunk again.
i just never even fathomed it.
7 years old and i felt hate for the first time.
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