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i want to be with her :)

i like her loads. but is she dumb? i dont know her and ive got lots of thoughts, i shouldnt judge, i shouldnt care. and i dont. everything about her is amazing. i like her, i love her.

i need to not care, i dont care at all. i dont give a fuckk. my life, im in control and im being amazing and doing the best.

bought some fucking ridiculous clothes, what the fuck am i playing at? im a fucking sheep.
hate work so much. im so scarred about it, i still dont know who i really am. i dont know how to fucking act round people, they are fucking dicks. loving life but so much i need to get out and so much i need to do. what the fuck am i saying? im living for now, and now is amazing. im not scarred of anything or anywhere. i dont even know why im writing this blog. im going to be the best.

ive been thinking about her lots and acting like a fucking fool
what am i doing? i dont really care, i dont even know who she is, im thinking about this way too much. i dont give a fuckkk. i need to stop caring
got so much on my mind, so much im hiding still. the world needs to see me.

so fucking frustrating from being fucking ill, its so annoying. ive been really upset about it, wasting time and doing nothing while i feel like fucking shit the whole time. i dont fucking need this, not right now. feel like theres so much goddam cuntish pressure it can fuck off. what the fuck is wrong with my swollen stomach, my insides arnt right. im not fucking happy right now, im so upset.

fuckkkkk i dont care i jus need to express myself

i want to show the world
i am not going to fucking hold back
this is my time

whitchurch
lots of ideas whizzing round
i need to make a statement
i need to get my ideas out
i need to stop being ill
arrgggg its so annoying
fuckkkkkkk
who am i

sweets

i love metal

things i could do
what do i like?!
who am i?

how did u get in that position in the first place?

we are always the enemy

dont explain

i hate working

i just love, ive got to work more because im producing more work
bye

i know u dont care for my work

without my mum and dad, i am nothing
together, we are everything
love

why dont u fuck off and leave me alone

the same taste of music as me

stop analysing shit, stop taking the creativity out of things and putting things in boxes so u can control it

what is your problem?

your so highly strung
you take everything personally, no one cares for your patheticness

my teacher doesn't fucking believe in her, i think she is fucking shit

i dont care for your fucking pretentious shit, fuck off and shut up

stop it, you aggravate my thoughts

for an art teacher your pretty uptight, opposite of creative, you imposter

un free, not creative environment

you interupt my thoughts, stop it

i dont know im here 

why am i here

I'm really happy or am i sad? i dont know how i feel, i just feel a bit shit

hhwfs

how i love my family 

they are the best

we are together

i could not be without them

i love them always

so strong when we are with each other

i love them and i love this world

this is where we live, always helping each other & there for one another

i love life :-)

 

i find myself here
i always do, i dont know what im saying but i like it
do i? yes i do. anyway
i meander between thoughts, sometimes i lose my trail
i wait to be inspired
i am not afraid of life

im gunna do some amazing shit

fuck blogs i hate it i hate you argg its stupid my thoughts are wild

create is great i want to make

buildings and pictures & celebrated worlds

fuckkk i dont know what im saying im just writing to get it out of me

dam my thoughts are stupid 

i wont hold back this time
no order
dont stop creativity
my anguish burns deep inside my soul
it hurts
i cut off from real life and soak myself deep in these trenches ive made

my words are happy
i feel it too
if only feelings
had voices too
i wonder often
what others wonder
i think about
this world of wonder
i see these people
i want to know more
its for the people
i do adore
other peoples lives
and who they are
what do they do?
and where they are
the things they like
who they really are
exposing all colours
holding back, no more
its in these secrecies
we see the truth
raw human feeling
not hellish booth 

i can breath
a breath in, its a two way thing
i fill my lungs with pleasant things
this life dances from cliffs and skips
the sun warms our hearts & sings
today are smiles are full joy
the sombre sleep but count us fly
we dance around our little places
our sky, our moon and larger spaces

i can breath

a breath in, its a two way thing

i fill my lungs with pleasant things

this life dances from cliffs and skips

the sun warms our hearts & skin

wait until the time is right
be on a way until we are in sight, and
light up this dust until it draws its own light
we are one in its way of sharing together, so dont craw away we only want to be friends!
you know all inside
like we should be together and enjoying our time
is it in our hands
but shaking is the tide
we are fine in forming our loving grounds to help our brothers out and
all standing proud.

i write poems
i write

who knows this is just a chance, we dance we move keep on till i know no more. and in the evenings we glance its happy, its beauty and i cherish as we are all together. i know of only this and how i love to be, i can see the way of joy and hold my heart in my other lovers thoughts, they know how i love them, their & mine are together. we are all love, i keep moving throughout this pace, my beat stays strong, you can do this too, you are doing it. be part of it, this is ours so join in and be in our peace with us.

love poem.

aarrggh i have a constant battle with myself, im conscious of my thought know im not shuttttt up shut ujpppp! i dont care i dont care. stop reading this. bothered

love it when things work out. i need to work more, ideas

enjoy life, its awesome

a fresh start, its time to move on. its time to start doing things, creating and moving forward. im gunna make things happen, and work hard

so happy that i got in, but i havnt shared this excitement. a lot of hard work to do and things to do. i need to push on forward and discover

im writing stuffffffffffffff im not gunna stop because its awesome yehhhssss

i need to get myself out of this hole. Ive been depressed but I'm escaping and expressing myself & being part of this world

i am not a practising artist

all action

u un-understanding twat, ive got more creative potential than all of you. those girls were fucking shit & full of talking fucking crap, group activity & we'll see whos fucking dedicated.

im worried & thinking about my uni portfolio, i dont want to have to worry i just need them to see im dedicated and can do anything im better than this i can think of better ideas than all of you. fuck bournemouth, u fucking stupid prick who interiewed me, u had no idea. i bet u cant fucking draw or do anything new & imaginative. im gunna get feed back, how little u gave a fuck u didnt want or care about finding out about me u think your good but your fucking shit u ugly cunt. i dont give a fuck about tryin to impress u boring twats, ive got bigger and better plans, im thinking outside the box u couldnt even imagine so go & fuck yourself.

lonely

im lonely as fuck i hate it round here, no challenge, no one i like or doing anything, i need to fix this, i need to start showing what im made of, i can draw, i can write music, i'll change things

right im working

im working this all out, im getting better, im gunna show my ideas, watch and learn

youve made the wrong decision

but i dont give a fuck, im fucking better than all of u sad little cunts, u didnt even talk to me or give a fuck, ive tryed my fucking hardest and im doing all i can, this is all i want , i feel sorry for u stupid plain cunts for your awful decision, you are going to regret this, i will show you, your interview was full of shit, none of you know anything i cant wait to fucking do better than all of you, your students are useless, i am a lot cleverer and fun. your course is going to be nothing without me.

where did our lives go
i never lost my heart like i did when we broke up
oh how i lost
every time i see you it must remind you of how you know you are stuck

those fucking days are over
it is what it is, i dont need a fucking reason for everything
i hate you so much

ive got enough to fucking deal with without anyone elses problems
you shouldnt fucking latch on to me, we are all needing help so stop thinking your so special
get on with things and let us all work and move on with no help, its irritating the way you seek help and have a problem with everything, just get on with work, i have my own problems and cant help you so stop trying to latch on and fucking get on with things.

you think the whole world is against you
so you moan and complain and winge about what you've been through
we are not here to listen & be subjected to your latching misery
your desperate moans and constant self pity cant be taken seriously
get on with work and leave all that shit at the door
dont look around, talk & plague us with your problems no more
how dare you think we want to hear these endless problems
you are so deep we cant be around you to solve them
shut the fuck up we all cant deal with this
and shouldnt be subjected to feel responsible for your mess
lets get serious, talk about art and leave your negativity right out
if you say one more thing about yourself im going to fucking shout
we've had enough and your disturbing our class
you think the worlds against you when you subject us to your past
i cant be around you while your clingy and needy
read a book, dont drag us down into the weedies
positive is what we are, let everyone move on
i cant take what you say and your constant self judgment from now on

im not here to fucking impress u

without u im everything

parkway

Consumed,
I feel the rage growing inside me,
A fear i cannot contain,
At war with an enemy that does not rest who will never relent.
This city, these lifeless catacombs, our tombs they have become.
Buried alive at birth never to return.
Chained the masses, trapped and trained by vicious minds,
I let them tear away everything inside,
Strip away my humanity,
Fracture my identity,
Sacrifice my integrity,
Just bodies through the teeth of the combine,
At war with an enemy that does not rest who will never relent,
Sleepwalk our lives away,
In search for shallow graves,
Sleepwalk our lives away.
Lost souls, lost.
Just bodies through the teeth of the combine,
Just bodies through the teeth.
Consumed,
I feel the rage growing inside me,
I will not contain.
I have come to question every truth i know.
Not one more step in the name of progress,
In the name of blind ambition,
How the fuck am i supposed to feel when everything i know lies broken at my feet

Just like the spread of disease... Ya... Ya...
Debt and guilt or guilt and decree, the masters that we please.
Yet if we seek help for infirmities, we are made twice the sons of hell as before.

Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.
Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.

While religion tries to blame what we cannot see, I accept that part of the problem is me.
It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity, through select revelations that we choose to believe.

Another blind guide replacing divine eyes.

Familiarity is the great deception, disguised by authority, sealing out subversion.

Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth, for we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life.

Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease.
The horrors of beliefs and customs, camouflaged by commonality.

Reach out your hand, reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, reach out your hand.

I still believe that there is hope for us, but I believe we must look outside the sanctuaries of oppression that have brought our world so much pain...

Yeah...
Another blind guide replacing divine eyes (eyes).
Whitewashed tombs (whitewashed tombs) have hidden the truth.

Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease (plagued by disease).
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness (reach out your hand), only to be plagued by disease.
Reach out your hand, reach out your hand.

unearth

what have we done. never thought that life would come to this. eternal sense of self hatred. blame not who, but ask us why we
did. this is an open book of failure. deceive ourselves all that we can, so we can be cycle of life disrupted. halted by a force
too close to home. guilt runs through our blood. close your eyes and let yourself forget. this guilt runs on and on. consumed all
senses gone. torn, these wings of spirit godless relations. scar this heart beyond all home to heal. this being won't meet this
world. i know i'll take this to my grave. all but saved. die for us my child. this is an open book of failure. deceive ourselves
all that we can, so we can be. i walk each step in anger. found fault in our design. now i kneel down to pray. to plead for a
better time. now i kneel down to pray. in hopes to awake from this. die my child

The Great Dividers :

it's true there were better ones. that led their people. to lead their country. who cared for this world but who are we to
change. without the strength of all. the nations will crumble. feed lies for war bring the nations to it's knees. risking worldy
structure and integrity. the balance of our kind controlled by hatred, distorted truth and lies. united is the only way to stand.
leaders of the free world lead into the land of the un-free. god sent politics hammered down with a fist too bold. play the
council of pawns in the quest of total control. free us of this hate. free us from this hate. take over the world does hate meed
freedom. divide our home. does hate mean freedom. take over the world. divide our home does hate mean freedom

tesseract

So my demons your time has come
You will find me lay here
You and I both entwined
How refined an encounter
You ignite within my mind
With one desire
When it falls into place
Rush of fear takes over
Suddenly you succumb to impatience
And Surrender
So my demons your time has come

band names

giant octopus mother

ears in showers

roots from the frost