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[20 Feb 2007|02:51pm] |
Title: I Know Everything About Contradiction Author: evaline_kid Pairing:Gee/Frank, also Ray/Mikey later. Rating: R, perhaps it will go up later. POV: Frank Summary: I am just a very awkward person that does not like to think about such trivial matters such as whether I prefer a girl's ass to a boy's ass. Although the latter's looks very firm... Disclaimer: Let's keep it plain and simple, I don't own MCR. Author Notes: Next update will take a while, for now im just throwing it out there to see if I should continue. Oh and this is my first fic for mcslash, yay! *<):D party lol
( Where The Fearless Hide )
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[29 Nov 2006|06:49pm] |
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so i got thinking again that yeah i think i might be okay with going to college for Art in New York.
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[16 Nov 2006|06:50pm] |
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-stab squish blood squish stab stab stab |
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*_* “the son of a bitch is thinking again…” *_*
“what do you mean the son of a bitch is thinking again?” “dude, hes in pycho mode” “no, hes in suicidal mode” “ I hope it blows over soon” “ well first off, Torosauros, it Never blew off in the first place. It just gets worse from time to time. Second off, you need to learn how to study people. I mean come on Gerards the most depressive dick I know. I dotn even have to look at him, and I feel sad. All I have to do is like, enter the same room as him! Even if you blind fold me I could tell, because it’s like there’s weight in the room. Creepy shit…kind of like a ghost yet not.” “are you saying he has an ‘aura’?” “yeah exactly. Except his got dumped in sewage and its all dirty with like…blackness.” “well shouldn’t we just cleanse his aura?” “what are you trying to say? dump him in the Jordan River?” “oh my God frank. You fucking private school kids. I swear. One more bible reference and you’ll be screaming for more than a God.” Bob said whilst glaring warningly at frank. “sounds kinky lets go” “…” “stupid private school kids.”
Yeah I could hear what they were saying I guess but not really. I heard what they said but I didn’t register it. But I suppose its in their favor that I didn’t register it or else…well… or else. So im sitting there in my depressive state of catotonicness and soon theirs a pair of fingers snapping infront of my face. How rude is that prick gonna be all day?! “what the hell do you want frank?!”
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[07 Nov 2006|01:02am] |
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bitting has lost its touch its puncture lost within my veins i cant seem to find that last mark where did it go hurt me like acupuncture in all the right places and contours my pains real as the light that hits your skin and makes you sweat
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[05 Nov 2006|10:33pm] |
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hear the soft tapping of my shoes against your dreams, walk these streets finding a place to be, i never really fit just quite against the crowd, there was days when i was safe against the world
im just trying to go on we hugn out the night of the darkside, yeah we listen to those old times, the good times arn't lost now or then a decade i should have been there for
well im late for the day of stereo types assign me just assign me. id like to say that i do wat i want, and thats usually how it goes
i tell you not wat you want and wat you like you'll get sick of me but not quick you'll get sick of me but not...quick
Got in trouble but it never was enough, worst actions were somtimes the best mormies and adventures, to get high or to lie and get away with it well mom don't ground me just yet
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[22 Oct 2006|06:27pm] |
lalala
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[27 Jul 2006|11:17am] |
but you always have to run and hide, its much better, for me or for them? keep healthy dont cut those lines deep heartbreak get home sick as a dog nothing works, just one answer but its never gonna come to me cuz its already with sombody else
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| The First Entry |
[25 Jun 2006|03:06pm] |
Synthetic Love
ill last untill this fall, well fine ill colapse, closer and i sink down, leaves and autuum, swallow me up now, with the approach of your hands, be gone in fall, but even now, closer and i sink down, underground hybernate deep, beneath that firey body, evermore lost in the red of your blood cells, crushing you heart, call me pretensious in my alligations, just claiming whats mine, invest in you myself, to be taken away in the fall, by the artificial groom, followed by the non- articulate bride, stutterin to give the excuse, i do.
sad song/ story if a man that was in love with a women who never told him she was getting married in the fall.
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