This is my crazy blog.

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complaining

My blanket is too short
I feel like a black person in court
My bed is too hard
I feel like normal stuck in retard
My pillow is too smelly
I feel like a skinny person with a huge belly
My sheep are too fast
I feel like a winner comming last
My sleep is too far
I feel like a spaceship turned into a car
My dreams are too strange
I feel like a star with out his stage
The night is too loud
I feel like a raindrop with out it's cloud
Evrything with my world is wrong
As people run around, as people long.

cheap men

I try not to be delusional about the day
But the sun is firing the dry hay
Makes it easy to find the needel lost in diversitys nasty picture
All caugh up in the richer
And I feel the pain flowing threw my thick artory
I try to defeet the the surreal poverty
Blue eyes starring as they cry
Brings me back to when I really did try
I remember the black hole
Falling and swirling into your deep soul
Finding nothing but fake tales and cheap wine
Gosh this boy was just not easy to define

Dead

Killing my relationships, as I run fast threw this life, wanting to be bill free, as in slave free. Wanting to be stable with somebody, but somehow I run over all these funny men. After all, I'm not ken.
I have lost my isperation, as somebody tells me to slow down, it feels like I've lost my crown. I run around in my g-star clothing, feeling like a dead fish, dull and boring. But as I plan this life of mine, their is more to it then money, and smelling like pine. Perhaps not, perhaps my back pack is filled of these things I have bought. Just items, that once made me happy, I see them and feel empty, I feel them and fear them.
Packing evrything in small boxes, not the first time, but maybe like the 55th. I feel like I make no sence, I feel very young, I feel very dense. But life goes on, a new day, with a new bill, a new feeling, people dealing, me loosing my appealing.
With this roof over my head, I go to bead... Feeling safe, feeling like a man who made it threw another day, trying to fall asleep, with a body feeling small, even though I am tall. Somehow I always seem to fall, into these traps, wondering- "where are all my caps" item's I have lent, longing for my next event.
I finish this text, feeling grey, looking for my feelings, it's like looking for the fucking needle in the hay.
fuck my life, I maybe want a wife, 'cause men are shit, 'cause men I spit. I cannot understand, as I look at my hand. Confront myself, then I hang me high up on my shelf, write these lines, smelling like hunny and pines. Today I don't shine, neither does the sun, the sky is crying, instead of me. Thank's, I tell the clouds, thank you thank you, and fuck you.

grass was green Spring Ive seen

Tierd

Been traveling with my bag full, been their done that. But never met I guy that I like this much. It must be luck. I feel like a yellow duck. Saw girl interrupted, it feels like Iv'e been playing rolls, all but my self. I was a mixture of angie and ryder. Now I just feel like me, lawnce, but they call me Einar. I like to play my self in real life, but sometimes I become crazy and I feel like a lie.

I went too sleep feeling very grey, I am he who always used to feel like a needle hidden in hay. But I faund me, it took a while, and the journy has been wild. I was after all just a child.
Who live for his charectars, bursting from inside. But me valcano burst, and now I am fine. I usually shine.

Now just miss my love, he is made frome above, eyes brown like hunny. He is my bunny. How funny.

grass was greenSpring Ive seen

Hi

This is my log, they call it a blog. I tell you my life, stuff like I'm in love with a boy, a man. He doesn't eat hamm, just veggies, neitheir does he drink milk, just wears fake silk.

He is silly like me, and does not have any billy piercings. He looks like a vintage polaroid, and his name is not loyd. A movie star, a drama king, just like me. He love's to provoke as me, he is a man he keeps me frome sikness thus choke, you see. He provides me with the dopiman drug, and I just want to give him a hug...

Enough about he, more about me, I am out of the sea, back to base zero. My unlucky town, where saddness is all I found. A town that makes me sick, from toe to top. This is a town of drop.

As in dropped out of school, dropped out of life, escaped to get me a new wife, but lucky me found this boy.

grass was greenSpring Ive seen

Ran again

Caunting to 10, I never learn how to come to the magic nr one hundret, I just run, round and round, loosing pound after pound, reaching the magic nr zeeroo, thus is so last decade. But I love to live in my past, I hav a blast. Learning something new everyday, I wake up and suddenly I'm not gay.
Don't take this for granted, I'm just playing charecters, I love to play clarence, I wonder why, mostley because he's so cool.

But playing me is the best, 'cause I love me as I failed my test. The school one, the one that kept me out of univeristy. Soo I need some charity, or more lessons. Religion, who the fukc cares, just nossens, I am god, point...