Charcoal,conte on Kraftpaper
Charcoal,conte on Kraftpaper
LOOK TUMBLR I’M FAMOUS!!!!
I’ve tried to lead a good life
Never put myself
Above anyone else.
Always gave what I could give
And worked hard at everything I did
I never understood the way
Yuu chose too challenge me
And pointed out my ever fallacy
That I was fallible
But yuu made yuurself seem loveable
But yuu were the Devil
A raging evil
Yuu fucked me up on another level
Thought yuu were Pride Rock
But yuu were just a pebble
Like “Oh my God, I’ll fucking shoot myself!”
“Oh hold on, I’ll meet yuu in hell!”
Yuu cut me deep
When yuu contact me
Like I shouldn’t feel proud of the life I lead
And, like I said I’ve never done anything
Too wrong to anyone
It’s been too long
Yuu’ve had me under yuur gun
We’ve had our fun
I can’t stress exactly how done
I am with yuu and yuur crazy
Psychotic and spacey
Those were just lies yuu fed me
Have yuu ever hear the expression,
“Looks can be deceiving.” ?
If yuur paying attention,
This saying might be relieving.
For example, let’s just say my friend,
She’s been trampoled, crushed and bent.
And all the help I’ve offered, she always smacked the hand I lent,
Her pride, miles wide for herself inside,
The part we can’t recognize through her disguise.
Or our represetatives of the state,Always hesitant, always delayed.
As if their next words were chosen carefully,
But the whole world sees through their idiocy.
Their lies miles wide, the truth denied,
Possibly myself, I am a guilty party.
Always claimed to be a bad bitch, never got outsmarted,
Now I’ve got this bad itch, what could I have started?
Ya see, I hide behind those lies,Because of my vacant eyes,
Because I fanatasize about suicide,
I’m always on a downward slide,
I’m so high, I’d tell yuu where my bodies lie,
I’m a monster yuu can’t recognize,
If I’m not wearing my disguise.
I am told by mother nature
To cry when I am sad
And to feel bad
When I do something hateful
That I should feel grateful
For the people who love me
But I was nurtured
To accept murder
To speed through my youth
Ignoring the truth
That there’s not a reason for everything
And there’s not a season we all sing
Then there’s that hidden part of nature
The part that makes me a faker
Deeply buried idealizations
Quite disturbing contemplation’s
The horrific, a bit psychotic
And these thoughts are so toxic
Yet I was nurtured to expose
All my smiles and pro’s
Silent about the con’s
I always found it odd
Like am I really the only one thinking these things?
Am I the only one who fears what silence brings?
My nature is telling me
What’s the harm in taking this knife
And let’s see, I could end a life,
But who’s would it be?
Mine? Or someone’s wife?
A kitten running through the alley?
A flower blooming in a valley?
Though I was nurtured to believe
Not to believe what yuu can not see,
And yuu can’t see
That there’s someone crazy
Screaming inside me.
And there’s no evidence
These thoughts have any relevance
To anyone I know
So why not let them grow?
As I’ve been drowning in this desperation
My veins pounding for motivation
Though I’m getting the sensation, I’m stuck
And regretting the temptation to say “Fuck,
“Yuu know I’m not really fretting, just slowly
Realizing I can not rely on luck.”
“Oh holy generalizing, yuu can not deny,
this tantalizing energy that comes with not being a schmuck!”
i got this shirt and it has this weird ruffled hood / neck so i can wear it like this
but if its gets cold i can also put it over my mouth and nose like this
and when it rains i can use it as a hoodie
and when i need to attend an emergency kkk meeting it works too
and i can also pretend to be the pixar lamp
IT’S BACK FINALLY