Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Another random notebook page.

flee in terror
flea in terror

scratching gnawing biting picking bleeding
scabbing flaking

agony agony

a drawing of a feather.

whose
wo
(whores)
whose pen is this?
It's bleeding
leeding
eeding
eding
ding
ing
ng
g
It doesn't even work.

Nobody wants to hear your stupid poem about potatoes.

I want to go into the woods with nothing but
the clothes on my back. me on your back

this isn't fucking twilight.

dead.

7 comments:

christina said...

Hahahaha I am so stupid.

Eva said...

No you're not. We all have crazy notebooks hiding somewhere.

Hannah Miet said...

My thoughts while reading this were "I am not alone!"

Alexandria said...

LAUGH MY ASS OFF!
-Alexandria

Kanwalful said...

This is not fucking twilight, is kind of funny.

jady said...

how do you explain what we've been thru than??? and the way i sparkle in the sun? xoxoxoxxxxxxxxooooo

Shandi said...

um....that was kind of brilliant.