Tuesday, December 5, 2006

every feeling that i get. but i havent missed you yet. only when i stop to think about it. i hate everything about you. why ddo i love you ? i hate everything about you. why do i love you? only when i start to think about you i know.

i fucking hate you you fucking perice of shit whore and i fucking want to crawl away and die and leave me the fuck alone for fucks sake is that too fucking much to ask you moht rfucking bitch?!@#?$?@#?%$?@#$?%?@%?#?@$%?@#?$%?!#$?%#@?$%@?#$%?@#?%$#?@%?#@?%#@?$%?#@?$%?#@?$%?@#$?%#!?%?#@!~@?%$@#?$^?#@?%$?!$??!~@#?$?#!@%??@!#$?!@?#$?!@#?$!@?#$?@!#?$?

its been a year daddy. i reallrea lly miss you. mommy sais you are safe now in a beautiful place called heaven. we had your favorite dinner tonight. i ate it all up. even tho i dont like carrots. i learned how to swim this summer. i can even hold my breath when i am under water. cant u see me? i started kindergarden this year. i carry a picture of us in my blues clues lunchbox. you are the greatest daddy. i can swing on the swing by myself. even though i miss you pushing me. cant u see me? i miss how u used to tickle me. tickle my belly. my belly hurts. i try not to cry. mommy sais its okay. i know u dont like it when i cry. u never wanted me to be sad. i try daddy but it hurts. is it true your not coming home? maybe some day, i can visit you in heaven okay? it time for me to go to bed now. i sleep with the light on, just incase u come home and kiss me goodnight. i love you so much. i miss you daddy.

comment ca vas, ma ptite soeur. vien que je te sers dans mes bras. un peu morose. cuis fiere que tu mest pas ramener un beau-frer de l'alberta. anyways, cui content que tu revienne tarrive a meme temps que l'automns. icit ilya papa qui se remet. taurait du le voire il faikait mmaman cest inqueter toute lannee a cause de toi. tu me connais, cuis pas motive plus qui faut cest pas nouveau. ca mas fait bien la peine de te voire partire la mignonne.si tu laime plus faudrait peut etre pas le nieser, cest un bon buddy. cest tu encore la grande noirceur la vie est parcemee de petites miseres. tarrive en meme temps que lautomne.

standing by the window. eyes upon the moon. hoping at the memory will leave the spirit soon. imigases and wordss are running deep. quietly she lays and waits for sleep. she stares at the celing and tried not to think. the pictures that change the feeling is gone. water cant cover her memory. ashes cant answer her pain. give me the power. life from a cold metal frame. up with the smoke from the fire. thingsd up in heaven are here lying in bed. now and forever come.

open up your eyes take a look at me. i wont stop until i start. stand out. some people settle for the typical thing. it aint a question of this, jsut a matter of time. i got what it takes. to stand out above the crowd even if i gotta shout loud. stand out, till u notice me. im totally devoted to disturbing the peace. until i become your number one. no means of escape. you get the message thatim trying to send. u know im going all the way to end. stand out, above the crowd even if i gotta stand out loud till you nitce me. if i could make u stop and look at me instead of just walk on by. all i need is every chance, a second glace. i got whatever it takes. its a peice of cake. place you see. stand out yeah yeah yeah. stand out,. till you notice me.

there liveds a certain man. he was nbig and strong and his eyes of flaming gold. most looka t him in terror and fear. but he also was the kind of teacher women would desire. but to moscow chicks he was such a loverly dear. rasputine, lover of the russian queen. russias greatest love machine. twas a shame how he carried on. he was real brave when he hd a girl to sleese. she heard the things he done. she believe he was a holy healer who could heal her son. rasputine love of the russian queen. it was ashame how he carried on. but then his drinking and lusting and hungert for power became knows to ore people. the demands to do something becamse louder and louder. but the ladies begged, dont u try to do it please. tho he was a brute they jsut fell into his arms. rasputine russias greated love machine. rasputine. they didnt quit, they wanted his head. and so they shot till he was dead. thoses russians.

i dont fucking know what that was just songs and only parts of it that dont make sense, and fuck you if u no likes it. i am fucking happy! so fuck you!
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