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iWhore

iSee


iCapture


iColour


iSmile


iCry


iPose

i have to pee but that's okay

so this post is dedicated to my very favourite seanathon.
i like to pronounce it sean-a- thon rather than sean-a-thin

but lets keep that between the 2 of us. oh, he;s talking.
yes, i am irrestistable.

i really have to pee but i have a bad earache and that somehow stipos me from peeing, didnt you know?
this shins song is tellling me to hold it in, so really what can i do about it.

anyways, sean has been there when most haven't so i have alot to owe him.
he's a good person.
my favourite. fo sho.

im pumed for mrch 9th.
i love yOu

dear world:

grow up.

comma, comma, period.

i am not made of thread.
i can stick up for myself.
i am in control of my own destiny.


okay, everyone who believed that please raise their hand.
that's what i thought.

while i can gaurentee i am not made of thread in the non-metaphorical sense, as i'm pretty fleshy, it takes very little to unravel me. truth be told if i was to compare myself to any craft supply, it would be clay. no, colourful plaster. no no... cheap playdoh. that's giving them exactly what they want, i know. but i'm going to go with play-doh. if i can tolerate you for more than 24 hours, you've got your very own container of (green) play-doh all to your very own. create, destroy, repeat. this is where the whole sticking up for one's self comes into play...

and how i can't do it. if some little shit is abusing their play-doh privlages, sure they'll get a time out. but the kindergarden teacher always invites the child back for play time, with open arms. DESTROY, DESTROY, DESTROY.

and control? please. play-doh has no balls until Xhours have past and it's given up. it's old and cracked and as hard as a rock. and who would want to play with it now? i for one wouldn't. you'd give and give and give, and get nothing back. a stubborn ol'supply.

so here it is. real simple.

i care, and i show it in the wrong ways.
i never lie.
i would rather hurt myself, than hurt others.

but in the end, we all get tired of play-doh.
and none of this mattered anyways.

AGAINST US!

i found this and smiled.

nothing is more frieghtening than the unknown.
fear is cancer.
the cancer sits, resting within my cells waiting to expand.
explode.
infect.

my body can't fight it.
it's hidden as nature.
deadly nature.
this is comething technology can't fix, knowledge can't blur.

this is real.
this is happening.
this is the end.