The Brothers Martin.

we all have our vices, dont we?

homosexuals, dragqueens & vikidin.

i dont mean to be mean,
but that's all i can be.
i just said what i said and it was wrong,
i never meant it to be a lousy offend to you.

Working Class Hero.

"is it habit-forming?"
"no, as long as you dont swallow it."

Regis Clay

Sutan: bloody hell, why are you so skinny?
Greta: why do you care so much?!
Sutan: oh darling, because i care. are you suffering from anorexia?
Greta: it isn't your fucking problem that i have an eating disorder.

Sutan: Cmon, why are you acting this way? i was just caring for you.
Greta: why? cause im not like you girls, hypocrytical and pretending to be all wrapped up in poetry.

Sutan: you're always pointing fingers at others, you're not much better either. hah
Greta: ...
Sutan: no wonder nobody likes to be around you.
Greta: oh just shutup, plus-size model.

Sutan: fuck you.

Johnny Cash

feeling unknown and you're all alone
flesh and bones, right beside the telephone.
i'll never be a believer, not till i get delivered.
reach out and touch faith?

Welcoming Blues.

what the fuck am i doing?

Song for Clay

boy oh boy,
i feel like cynthia powell.

Let It Be

fuck it.

Title and Registration

you'll never understand
when all you get is through a pinhole.

my tongue's tied
your stomach is twising.

you are very misleading.

Billy's Sexy Crayfish Football Association

nik: whatcha doing all alone?
heather: ...
nik: waiting for someone?
heater: ...
nik: uhm, okaay.

nik: you must be fucking freezing out here
heather: ...
nik: here, take my coat, i'll send you home.
heather: thankyou :)

dooodooodooo

there's nothing you can make, that can't be made.
nothing you can see, if it isn't shown.
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Anthony Summers.

Anthony: lets do the suppper top model runway walk!
Tracy: right, you're a guy -.-
Anthony: whats wrong?! Miss J does that!
Tracy: you're crazy

Baadass Niggar Gangstar Townz

more and more law-less juveniles down in mah hood.
eeeks.

new plants for mah crip!
peace out mah homies. hah -.-

i suck at being a badass niggar gangstar beh

Extension-Cords.

Sweet melody,
we'll be singing in your sleep.

Kansas City Prophets.

roxanne: ohhhh im such a cute girl
kaylor: fuck no, you're huge, tall and fat. how can you be cute?!

roxanne: you don'tknow nothing, i hang out with the coolest kids in town and all you do is shop at walmart.
kaylor: hah, right. do you even know what everyone thinks about you?

roxanne: who cares what they think about me. at least i'm artsy fartsy and indie.
kaylor: ROFL yes, artsy fartsy means pretentiously artistic and indie kids deny that they're indie. you're so stupid, i bet you got a single digit for math test.

roxanne: whatever, i dontcare. why are you doing this to me?!
kaylor: i dont even care that you dont care, i just felt like doing it! HAHAHA

kaylor: i'm such a bitch, hah
irvine: i know, hahaha but who cares?
kaylor&irvine: MUAHAHAHAHHA!

I Like Psychedelic Rock.

chalet, drinks, getting wasted, bong-ed, burning tables, funny calls and trance/techno with marc.

i swear concentrated black current syrup gives you constipation!
sure had a ball of a time tho. :D

computer's down
going into a short hiatus
ample time for my next side project.

these adorations, i just can't deny them.

It’s pronounced SAY-OCEAN

Its just like how Lennon left and formed the Plastic Ono Band.
Eventually, you'll be all alone.
lucky? death comes earlier.

Juno and Jupiter.

You're the cheese to my macaroni
you just didn't realise.

MyChildren MyBride.

when all is said and done,
will I still feel pain inside?
will the scars fade with night?
will I try to smile for the morning light?

I hope this wouldn't hurt as much as the last time.

Same Shit Different Day

just read something unpleasant.
why must this tear my head inside out?
I should have known better.

I'll be Your Distraction.

I can do anything,
if you want me here.
I can fix anything,
if you let me near.
Where are the secrets now,
that you're too afraid to tell.
I'd whisper them all aloud,
so you can hear yourself.

I'm sorry I've to say this but you look like your sad.
Your smile is gone; I've noticed it bad.
The cure is if you let in a little more love.
A little's enough.

Ballerinas

photo by Tan Ngaip Heng.


She doesn't deserve to be in a place like this all alone.