FROM: AMERICAN HISTORY X

Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it.

Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says somone else has already said it best so if you can't top it, steal it from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. "We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will, by the better angels of our nature."
Twilight Dreamer "Booyah" Rabid - 16 years, 10 months, 28 days ago

i mean, nobody wants to admit they ate nine cans of ravioli... but i did, and i'm ashamed of myself. the first can doesn't count, then you get to the second and the third, the fourth and fifth i think i burned w/ a blow torch...... and then i just kept eating.

so ashamed. so, so ashamed.
Twilight Dreamer "Booyah" Rabid - 16 years, 11 months ago

"I hold it to be the inalienable right of anyone to go to Hell in his own way."

~Robert Frost
Twilight Dreamer "Booyah" Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

Midnight Spider Bite

I'm a midnight spider bite
Coursing through your veins
Causing fright
Delight
Vanish? You just might
I'm a confusing plight
Stealing the wrong from the right
But tonight
You'll take sight
Of your internal fight
To stay alive and well
Just press your mind tight
See that damned white light
I hear you say I'm "shady", "lazy"
You tell people I'm "crazy"
Well, just maybe
I'm a maniac in the sense of genius
Which puts a gap between us
The venom makes you puss
And turn into dust
But first was the rust
Of your imagination station

farewell all and until we meet again.............................

Twilight Dreamer "Booyah" Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 6 days ago

Choke Me

Pain seeping from underneath my skin
I let out a silent scream
Bubbles of rage float around me
Waiting to be popped causing chaos
Not knowing my own morbid temper
Inflicting curiousity on others
I lay my solitude to rest
The poisoned air circulating my head
Dreams not meant to be dreamt choke me
Beads of reality drip into vision
A new day has planted its seed
While I wait for lonliness
To consume me yet again
I sit with emptiness inside my bones
Chilling me to my rotten core...

Twilight Dreamer "Booyah" Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 6 days ago