are you man enough?

too impatient for outpatient paging dr Leary!

our love is a great work of satire a subtle critique postmodern, a mocking masterpiece right up there with the greek

i hand my legs to the feet and, and i give my head to the leash

hey pretty boy, you're no city boy!

these teenage hands will never touch yours again

tell my mother im going home, i have been destroyed by hippie powers

mind if i cough in your ear all night? mind if i resent your a year tonight?

and of course im alright with death, but why you talk about it so goddamn much?

cuz im a sticky-clingy, need-you-near-me man

H&K MP5 Smith & Wesson Model 29 SPS Glock 17 a one-man army i was born to be

so no one more crying, dry those tears, ill end your pain soon youll feel the cherry syrup running through your veins heaven is a grinning with not a trace of shame, take a taste of every flavor, favor anything but plain

has it been years or days? or has it been a breath?

i dont care what the doctors told me, i spoke to jesus on the telephone

i have swept the very bravest off their feet!

only one, my satellite

disaster awaits us, it threatens to break us and i believe were destroying each other

make a joke and laugh about it feel like youre a moving target wish all this had never started

shes depressed and stressed and shes feeling blue, so i dont want sayori hanging around you!

smile for me sunshine, come on, make me sunrise

locked and loaded, ready for explosion come on, curl your toes, hon

do you believe in afterlife for everyone? do you believe in a place where we all come from?

My boy, we don't see each other much

my worn out legs are losing the race

young and frail sickly and pale my paradise is living a lie

cute thing dont be rude thing hot thing it was nothing

so good morning, and sorry for the early text still got your phone, so you'll never be alone again

i dont wanna go to school i dont wanna follow rules i don’t wanna go to work everyone alives a jerk i don't wanna make new friends i just wanna play pretend put my breakfast in a bowl there it is, my heart and soul

just by doing what im able with my elbows on the table

we made great plans every single day we were alive with hate we were quiet company we made great plans every single day but these days bear weight this shame is gravity

excuse me, sir! there must be someone youve confused me for! if i could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform i really dont belong here, i know youve heard the tune before!

wake up, puppet boy!

i bet you that your brother is stronger than mine its a two-punch swing in a fist fight, alright

ive been sleeping with the light on i tend to freak myself out

and ill scrape through a while (while all i think is you) and run home every night (if you wanted to)

one big human heart, gently beeping

last night i drove to Harpers Ferry and i thought about you there were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs the speed limit kept decreasing by ten as we entered a town about halfway there

two hookers and an eightball!

got something to tell you got something to say got- got something to tell you

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do i creep you out?

when i was 16, i was dead i was sick from being underfed

im falling! im rising! im clinging! im dying!

dry your eyes i wont tell your mother she won't ever discover the things you kept under the covers and please dont cry i am not your brother i am not your lover and there is nothing wrong

and i look into your eyes like a deer looks into headlights

take your hands off your neck and hold onto the ghost of my body

hey hipster, i like the way you bang the drum make it sound delicious with both of your microphones

well i never really had a way with words but i never really have that much to say

i want to sleep with you but only in the literal sense

whats death feel like? numbing or a bite? does it last or is it fleeting? is the pain sudden and bright?