tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349275292011-04-21T20:40:58.152-07:00CREATE&amp;DESTROYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06735992261233584489noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34927529.post-1159484865427718982006-09-28T15:57:00.000-07:002006-09-28T16:07:45.450-07:00love notes<br />written in secret<br />kept in back pockets<br />the folds almost falling apart<br />it's been read more than a child's first porno magazine<br /><br />dance floors seething with people<br />fit to burst<br />feel the sweat and the heat<br />the lights swirl and spaz<br />like a crazy injection<br />lets hallucinate<br /><br />text messages in the saved folder<br />fingers aching again<br />29<br />FROM: 403-###-####<br />msg: cuz i like u<br />3:53pm SEP-28th-06<br />watch as we fall faster than anyone else<br />lets jump<br />brace yourself<br />it'll fail<br />but it'll be fun<br />i promise you.<br /><br />diet love.<br /><br />w(ake me up im fast asleep)ont stop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34927529-115948486542771898?l=spazticyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CREATE&amp;DESTROYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06735992261233584489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34927529.post-1159243166715305492006-09-25T20:55:00.000-07:002006-09-25T20:59:26.720-07:00it took a long time for you to miss me<br />but now it's coming in waves<br />hot flashes<br />wake up one morning and i was gone<br />i'm surprised that you even remember me<br />through stories and gossip i hear you're throwing(up)your life away<br /><br />nothing's new<br />in&out.<br /><br />to be honest i've been so wrapped up in getting out of drinking situations that i've forgotten about yours.<br /><br />my only words anymore:<br /><br /><strong>spaztic youth.</strong><br /><br />i'm not joking around.<br /><br />new page<br />new topic<br />new myspace comments<br />falling over and over again<br />it's not just the bass<br />it's the blush<br />the smile<br />the denial<br />all arrows point to...<br /><br />i'm in way over my head once again.<br /><br />new page<br />new topic<br />new life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34927529-115924316671530549?l=spazticyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CREATE&amp;DESTROYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06735992261233584489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34927529.post-1159242056611490632006-09-25T20:35:00.000-07:002006-09-25T20:40:56.620-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Spaztic Youth</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">it's loud</span><br />it's <strong>obnoxious</strong><br />it's having <em>smart opinions</em> and voicing them<br /><br />it's playing your shit on the stereo because <strong>you like it</strong><br />not because your scene friend told you to<br /><br />it's addiction<br /><strong>it's recovery</strong><br />it's dedication<br />it's working 8-4 just to get money for what you really want<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">it's living off of burgers and diet coke</span><br /><br />it's filthy<br />it's awful<br /><strong>it's tasteless</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">it's one step above you </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">it's a level most of you won't reach</span><br /><br />it's having your head screwed on right.<br /><br /><strong>it's us.</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">not you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34927529-115924205661149063?l=spazticyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CREATE&amp;DESTROYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06735992261233584489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34927529.post-1159064904533872762006-09-23T19:21:00.000-07:002006-09-23T19:28:24.540-07:00(laughter)<br />walk this shoreline with me and<br />watch as the moon lights up our faces<br />as the water laps softly at the shoreline<br />making love to the rocks<br />watch as my fingers tighten around yours and<br />my eyes crease in confusion<br />(guilt)<br />now watch as i push you into the ocean and<br />the waves snap angrily at your body for disturbing them<br />i'll stand by and smile<br />(chemical reaction)<br />maybe take a seat next to me<br />maybe take a deep breath<br />i've had it up to here<br />and it's about time i told you<br />but maybe my lips were sewed shut<br />or maybe my heart collapsed in on itself<br />because for some reason i can't get out what i'm trying to say<br />(beaten)<br />i've lost the human race<br />i've lost the shoreline<br />i've lost my sanity<br /><em>hello static city</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34927529-115906490453387276?l=spazticyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CREATE&amp;DESTROYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06735992261233584489noreply@blogger.com0