"May the kings all drown in the blood of their conquests. And the flags all die at the tops of their poles. May the gluttons be impaled upon the ribs of the starving. And the priests all sell their souls. May the dreamers all awaken in a world that is empty. May the lovers betray and be betrayed. May the poets all choke on their own sweet lies. And all bow before their fates. May the seekers wander lost through the valleys and the deserts. And lay down to sleep upon stones. May the sick flourish and the healthy be afflicted. And may rats fight over the bones. May hate rule pitilessly over a world of the damned. Where the rivers cease to run. Let the sun set forever on this broken heartland. Let the kingdom come." -Catharsis
gathering the lies i told myself walking on old ground looking down at the scars i tore in my skin failure will not be met stop stop i don't wanna do it i'll never hurt myself again built up, scarred enough and i know i'm way better than that you never knew how i felt your crying half-assed help i helped myself crying did no good and fuck you if you thought it would every excuse would work every excuse
> Posted by juniatasneakteam on 11/20/2007 > dave stay sober i dont know if the world is ready for a drunky jannes
It don't matter if your pants are shiny, if your dick is big or your dick is tiny. It don't matter if your wig's on straight, if you show up early or ya party too late.