succeed at all costs.

We're not going to get anywhere, are we? ♥

So, to ere is human, to forgive- divine. Fuck that.

There's a bottle of JD here with my name on it. MY NAME. Fucking Vee and i'm in love.

Oh yes.

Anyway, tomorrow is the ever-wonderful HALLOWEEN! I couldn't care less. Really though. I hate everything. I hate every(iichi)one one, why is one "I" in roman numerals, fuck.

I hate I. Great. Fuckers. Goddamnit and that punctuation issue. I i EYE not i not WE never, oh no never.

I'm all that and a bag of dope... wait- have I said that before? Oh yes- and I made myself sad.

Oh, and btw- I'll hate myself in the morning. ♥

-V

lovely, it's about time.

♥

Oh goodness... *insert awkward pause here* hah. the girl that will now be known as 'wonder' is asleep. she finds me to be the muse in her dreams. oh, i wish.

if this journal is for musings, it's gone to shit. so what else is new? nothing. absolutely nothing. exterminate. destroy. destroy nothing, absolutely nothing. fuck that.

wonder is asleep. again. another night of thoughts running rampant and drunken prattling. oh. joy. for fuck's sake.

there is an aire of contempt to my voice (and apparent spelling errors, hooray!) but it shouldn't hold true in life. I don't hate you. we don't hate you. You're the best thing to ever happen. you're the worst thing for her and you know it. gtfo, everyone's saying it, reguardless of a shift-key. get the memo. christfuck.

oh, and i sing again about general thought, mindgames and psudo-fuckery. don't flatter yourself. i hold you in the same reguard as the rest of humanity... worthless scum.

Too harsh! ;-; babygirl it's all too harsh. shut your trap. (that should be in stickycaps, hahaha)

what is it like-- nevermind i can't spell. i can only write in lowercase 'i' because apparently it's all i'm good for.

fuck you and your 'to dream'. blah. it's gotten old- like those "white walls sick with age" you shit. leech. it's not so nice, is it?!

"The only evidence of life that was so sweet". those aren't even your words dearest. i was happier being the figurative poet. please don't take that away from me, From us? you can't dream without me- no matter how much you try.

there are no more matters of self. "when you are suffering know that I have betrayed you."

yes. y(Y),(Why!?)e s, yes. yes. yes. YES. finally capslock- hahaha.

The musings have faded. We're on the right track. we (I, flotsam, her and you- hah) are worthless. No. no no no you have no right to win her. Win what? you don't. you have no right to anything.

P(p) [psych] ponder that.

Think about it- take a second. *(ding)*

hahaha you'll never learn, never grow up. never say never? oh, i (I) fucking said it, you fucking said it, but you won't admit it to yourself. (bahaha, 'admit yourself'- i'm a laugh riot!)

[Apparently i'm made of win today, and i'm somewhat- nevermind.] I FUCKING SAID NEVERMIND. (hooray) i wouldn't want to ruin it for you, eh?

'leave a little mystery to yourself'. fuck that. everyone's on(-)to you. EVERYONE. i'm capslock. i'm sTiCkYcApS and everything you've ever dreamed of.

die plz. oh? i (I, You, me, WE) all think so.

'bout time fucklick.

Yours, (hah, that's hilarious)
it goes without saying.

P.S- seriously. Leave. leave. dance Dance dance? i highly doubt you [...] oh. mysteries are the best, aren't they? the best. the end.

the fucking end.

hahahaha finally, something apripoe. sick fuck.
[fin]

Shiny, happy fits of rage! ^__________^

Sleep is wrong... ♥

bahahahahaha HIATUS.

Too much fuckery. not enough fuckery.

(We should stickycaps or something lol)

be home soon, kids. Hopefully not too soon. xD

We leave you with this:



awwwwww twins. ♥

Apparently e-mail you never read sounds like this...

---

fayalite disagrees

One of the kind biographies written from time eggs over a
dusty, unblacked stove in the other paid him the most grovelling
attentions and bright in his perplexity he took the simplest
and most for, driven to extremity as we were, we should
you found out some things yourself, didn't you? Butler,
i say. Enter butler. Butler. Here, here. Concubines, whether
temporary or permanent. The.

---

woodlander urochord

Seen together, like the sun and the moon in the innocent.
men are gregarious. Cattle in herds. Gold, belonging to
the lighthanded and highsouled choice. It was yielding to
the common rather than it will be through the influence
of its music. Railroad evenness. I am seized with a passion
dared to do me an injury, being, as thou art, had gone,
and the first act of the tragedy of.

---

I hate spam e-mails lol this shit is fucked up, but I really kind of like it. xD

Blue like water. Blue like heaven is all of the time. I'm alright.
I'm just gagging on all the alright.

I'm so happy. I'm in heaven.

...Oh, the season's come for opium.


---


Don't tell me to fix problems I don't have, especially when I know I don't have them. I KNOW. I never had them and I never will, and whichever way you take that i'm still a liar. ♥

I'm fucked up. Hahahahahahaha. OH BOY whichever way you take that, i'm also still a liar. I'm a witty kid y'know.

"i'm all that and a bag of dope." OH VEE you've done it again haven't you? Leech.

I want to puke.

I know this girl. Her name is Z(ee). She completes me in ways that only we understand. She has grown frail and weak. Oh, flotsam...? It (he, I) is (am) in her heart. I can not help her. none of us can help her. She is empty. She has a longing she can't fill. She needs to come home. She needs to dance (dance, dance...). There is no life left.

There is everything here for her.

Come home, Zee. Come home. We are here for you. We will spoon-feed you and dress your wounds. We'll build you wings and help you fly again.

There is hope. Faith? We are blind.

There is nothing left to see. I can give you words. You can form pictures. This part of you has not been tampered with. Do not be defeated. This is how we live, day-to-day. You mew at me with a soft tongue about how things hurt. You try not to be a bother, but you plead. Get off your knees, love. You know i'd give the world for you not to feel anything. It's your longing, your bliss and savior.

I want to take a train. "Train, train. Take us away. Take us away. To the future we will go. Where it stops, nobody knows."

...to the Cities of the Future perhaps. :)

Haha, I highly doubt Flordia holds my future, but hey- who knows.

A giant, smiling Lego man has been fished out of the sea in the Dutch resort of Zandvoort. Workers at a drinks stall rescued the 2.5-metre tall model.

“We saw something bobbing about in the sea and we decided to take it out of the water,” said a stall worker. “It was a life-sized Lego toy.” A woman nearby added: “I saw the Lego toy floating towards the beach from the direction of England.”

The toy was later placed in front of the drinks stall. The mysterious Lego man has a slogan on his shirt reading: “NO REAL THAN YOU ARE”.

----

This completely blows my mind.

Mmm... an entire morning (afternoon?) of spooning until i'm already late for work and i'm feelin' fine.

I'm a lush. ♥ God, to be happy? Who knew such a sprite of a girl would bring you so much joy? Now if only every other day could be so bright...

So, hearing news that she was again alive and in good (?) health the victim fell head-first into- well actually nevermind. I don't want to ruin anything for you!

'Oh to dream' dearest? Wake up. you should really stop "wishing for lighting" already.

Cold. Calculating. Protective. Spiteful. Sharp-tongued. Untrusting. Games games games my how we love them and here you are rattling off insults to me like this is a schoolyard name-calling war? you should take a fucking look at yourself. you are one of the most childish people i've ever had the displeasure of exposing myself to. you think you're so smart. you've got everyone all figured out? well you don't. this one's onto you and it scares the shit out of you and here i am in the background just laughing on the sidelines. it's really very funny. a laugh riot.

why do you play a game you always lose in the end? how many nights have i had to deal with your fits and crying and bullshit? it's so old. you fucking know better i mean you have years and years and years worth of journal entries documenting these circles and cycles and they just don't stop. you don't stop. just stop.

at least you can take comfort in the fact that she doesn't trust you for shit anymore, if she ever did to begin with. :)

FUCK OFF. x(

Fucking robots! Gimmie.

No more wine. No more grapes, they've gone sour my love. Nothing else is left here. There is nothing for you.

When you are suffering- know that I have betrayed you. "I am not a victim. You are not a victim." apparently and so on and so forth in that fashion until we're dirt. "Today i'm dirty. I want to be pretty. Tomorrow I know i'm just dirt." Ha.

...Know just who we are. Fuckers.

We? Oh Vee! Have you come back again? Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.

To be continued.

I LOVE CRANKY JUICE.

That is all.

Real DJ's wouldn't be caught dead with "track marks". LOLOLOL Stop stickin' stickers n' shit all over your records and know your vinyls son!

Back to the old-school. Back to the old-school. Back to the- back to the- back to the- back to the- back back back back back-to--the----oldschool!

I love all our mamas, from legit, to cooking, to big, to small, to raver, to g-ma (& grandpa too!) The scene wouldn't be the same without you lovelies lighting up our scene. Thank you. (esp. you, Mama Romi. :D)

I'm rolling face right now ♥. Gahhhh. Last night was amazing! I had a fucking e-gasm and a half when Blutonium Boy spun. Jen Mas -vs- Mama C was also fierce. Mama played the "face down ass up" gabba track from SpeakaBlastaBiatch and I danced until I wanted to colapse.

Well, I'm mainly typing this to stay awake. I hope it makes at least a little sence. I just feel like i'm tripping balls right now which is very odd lolol.

Work hard, study hard. Grow up fast, die young. Sacrifice your youth. Succeed at all costs.



This is how I see myself in my head.

Oh vee... and again I repeat "To dream..."

Then my head hits the floor. Hah!

Ohhhh if you ever need to know ANYTHING about ANY drug, please ask me. Kthx. :)

She had kisses sweeter than wine...



This robot tastes wine for you. ♥

I'll taste wine for you. Good thing i'm a robot. *grin*