excuse me history, explain yourself.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who>>assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin>>ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a >>theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the kicker...

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

seven. teen.

against me! + scategories + photography + holes + cowboy vests + mints + xbowlerxcorex + tele-calls = Fab U Lous

love kills.

war buddies.

Left. Right. Left.
Stick your charged weapons high.
And march with grit into battle.
Take my hand and we’ll end it together.

Footsteps move to each death defying scream.
Across the desert, damage bellows.
Eyes closed, it’s our turn now.
Right. Left. Right.

i heart bubble baths.

i really, really do.

death and the days.

death is an odd thing. walking into the funeral home was like nothing i've ever experienced. those who worked there quickly jumped at the opportunity to direct you to the visitation. i watched as people lined up to meet with the greiving family. their leather creaked as they ignore the truth and talked about the newest addition they built on their house. are they that ignorant or does that actually make them feel better? i will never know. when i finally reached the 'family room' where the entire family was, i talked to the sister of the deceased. this was definately the most hard for me to bare. and i started to cry. when terrible things happen, you learn a lot in retrospect. like how the human mind actually works.

FACT: those who are selfish are selfish constantly.

FACT: those who go un-noticed will go un-noticed constantly.

FACT: everyone has a breaking point.

i wasn't ready for any of it. the only funeral i had been to was my great-grandma's. and i remember having a good time. some relative of mine (i have no idea how she's related, but i can recall seeing her at random family get togethers throughout the years) that looks exactly like a stereotypical witch with fluffy grey hair and dark eyes gave me a rose (despite her appearance, she was very nice). and i remember being so happy that i got a rose and showing it to my dad. he polietly smiled. and although everyone else there was sad, i couldn't be happier because i had a big red rose all to myself. afterwards we went to swiss chalet and i was excited over the lemon water they serve to wash your hands with. it's ironic, really.
this time was very different. i stood there with my combat boots, ripped panty hose, and blue hair and pondered if i was the disrespectful one. but thoughtout the whole thing... all i wanted was to give that rose to the family.

you asked for it

with you on my mind and my heart held in your hands

(i will blame myself)

i will see you again

(the things we do just to stay alive)

do you know the consequences?

can i have you?

war in hollywood.

the big city.
big money, big life.
he takes all he has to give it up.
a brand new begining, a brand new end.
dollars make it, life does not.

the bombs drop.
the lives murdered.
the people cry.
friend vs foe.
the electricity cut.
the buildings flattened.
the debris smolering.

i learned something today

it is impossible to differentiate fact from fiction.

don't lose touch.

hi, i love you.
you know it, everyone does.
and sometimes it takes losing something for you to realise the truth.
maybe one day, we'll look back and laugh. or cry. or be full of regret. regardless, it will be then when we'll know what was real.
maybe this isn't.

hi, bff.
you're such a good friend. we have that friendship you can feel, with every beat of your heart. i tell you shit, and you do the same. i like it. i like knowing no matter what happens we will be there for eachother. it makes me smile all retarded like. so thanks.

hi, temptation.
you're cute, and really nice. i like talking about our unlikey future of tofurky and bondage. i do wonder what it'd be like, though. spending our days writing music and whispering in the dark. how romantic. so get back to me when you're a trillionaire (you know, $2000 would be more than enough to start) or we'll start scamming the system.