i hate my user name for lj.
i changed it to - jazzeemetal

Everyday I add to the list of people who can kiss my ass.

I find it funny how some people just post their lives online simply to try and attract some sad amount of attention from some other fucked up geek online, in hopes that it might fill the emptiness they`ve holed within themselves.

"...this aint the shit I`m eating, it`s what I`m screaming..."

Over exposed photos taken on a cheap webcam. Melodramatic poses expressing non existing depression. Gloating about the sex no one really had last night. If I have to ever sit in a room with one of these people I might choke on my own fucking tongue to escape breathing the same air as them....and they must know this fact, because they don`t try to meet and befriend me in real life but instead through the world wide web.

No one fucking respects social anorexia anymore. You have to be obese off of dance clubs, house parties, and even worse, coffee house gatherings. Lucky enough for them that it doesn`t take any self esteem or intelligence to pass themselves off as fashionable, witty and "desirable".

I just want to walk into one of those hip fucking establishments and kick the fucking turn-table off the counter. I want to play Beethoven and then walk around the crowd and ask sexy young things in pants so tight an erection is out of the question, to dance. I want to grab onto them with one hand and with the other slit their throats. I want to slowly and gracefully tongue their ears with razor blades between my teeth. I want to fix drinks concocted of cyanide, gin and blue no.15, and give them to girls in Miss Sexy clothing who pretend to want to kiss each other. I want stilleto blade sex with their faces in a bathroom stall.

"Spasm. Convulsion. Twitch. Stillness."


Now that`s poetry.

- Add me IF:
you can type in words, not numbers.
if you're not annoying.
if you're not into drama.