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anon/spam/alix & emilia nudes [06 Mar 2009|12:05pm]
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[info]longport | supercris dat ho [30 May 2008|11:20pm]
taking all i have to take cos takings gonna shape me. )
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[05 Mar 2008|03:28pm]
I don’t know what I’m going to write about. I’ve been sitting in the same spot for the past three hours. I keep looking out the window to see if this giant branch will break off. I hope it does. I want it to land on someone’s house. I’d laugh my ass house. I smoked a bowl every hour on the hour today. I doubt this will make sense, at all. I don’t think anything I say or write makes sense. I’m not very good at making sense anymore. I lost that ability when I got a diploma. I lost everything when I went to community college instead of a four-year University. I got this dog, Angel, a few months ago. I think she was abused. I swear she shits bricks whenever my Mother decides to vacuum my room. I finally convinced her it was all right to come into my room. I don’t have anything that will eat her alive. I don’t think so anyway. I don’t really know, actually. I think the branch is going to fall soon. I hope it does. I’d laugh my ass off. I started every sentence in this paragraph with “I”.

Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic. My life is spiraling downward. I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks ‘cause they some of my favorite songs like, ‘Stab My Heart Because I Love You’ and ‘Rip Apart My Soul’ and of course, ‘Stabby Rip Stab Stab’. And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to that flippy-thingy. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, you know…

It’s not talent when you can string together lyrics and try to make it sound like some existential piece of vomit. My dog’s farts sound better than that shit. The only writing that is actually worth being written is pieces written with raw passion. Tupac’s poems are the only poems written in the last twenty years that should be read in school. He’s black, so that won’t happen, but now you know what to look for next time you head over to your local Barnes and Noble to pick up the latest Gossip Girl book.

The branch hasn’t fallen yet.
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