For the hurt and young

Dave says (10:46 AM):
i hope i wont have to keep looking
Lawns For Losers says (10:48 AM):
lol well don't get too deep to fast. Stay in reality. Belive me nothing hurts more on this planet than falling too hard.
Lawns For Losers says (10:48 AM):
Dangerous stuff this game we all play
Lawns For Losers says (10:49 AM):
I'm a realist for my own safety

When your tired and feeling down Mrs. Brown . . .

You wind up doing the strangest things, sometimes you bend the rules in your favor. Knowing their still there if you need them. Or you break the rules maybe even completely ignor them. What then? How do we judge you, oh mover of rules? Are you not but one person manipulating the universe around you? Do we all obtain that power, and choose to be a rebel aginst the rebelious ones?

How do you decern who you are amungst the many?

We are all rebels in a perpetual state of confusion and power over the universe that controls us as much as we control it.

How depressing.

Unsuspecting young men fall fast into depths of trust.
It is an unfortunate thing.
Aquired at a biological level I assume.
Transfered through the fathers genetics to his son.

Thus leaving him unbelivably vulnerable to a womans manipulation.

Crusty limitations

Those lame movies where everyone close to the protagonist is an antagonist . . .suck.
When they come to life, they suck more. But in the end the part I hate most is when the protagonist finds love and they conquer the hardships presented to them, together.

What a crock.

And even when it happens to me I'm bored and leave to go to the bathroom just to step back, put on some lip gloss and hate that I have to go back.

Romantic sad face

I don't know if it's romantic, but I heard the rumors are true.
I heard all the people, were comming here to prove...
I was right all along, I was never not true...
I gave my self to others, just so they could chew...
I was looking for the answers, my own personal missing link.
But now the people are speaking to me, telling me they all knew.
This is the end, my peices given back,drained of the love I looked for
Lost in the darkened abiss for all to see.

Trouble

Sweet thing, almost too innocent.
Not me though, learned my lessons early on.
Can't take it slow when ya want to just go go go.

Jack likes Joe, Jill likes me, this is how it was never ment to be.
Things have changed, rearanged. Made this complicated for me.
You've got to know the rules. That were never wrote down.

Fighting off both sides, and struggling to find.
A possible like mind. Hard to belive this is how is goes.
If they planned this, no one knows.

Been going on for so long, the "new thing" they call it.
They're so very wrong.

Belive what you want, do what you must.
Some would say in humanity we trust.

O+ Tote This Moat +O

It is unlikely to find a person like me anywhere near myself. I want to run away and still stand and fight. I want the day sky blue and yet as dark as night. I want to have my salad, and eat it too. I want to stay the same, and try everything new. Make my bed, and sleep on the covers. People like me . . . well, there are no others.

:::Observations of the unkind:::

Sticking your hand out the window and forming a peace sign, does not make you an activist. It just makes you get hit by unsuspecting bugs, which hurts like polka dots and plaid. = /