a duel with my wallpaper (to the death)

You’re tellin’ lies, so don’t you criticize
Yeah I got used, all messed up and abused
You let me down, with all your runnin’ ‘round
Still you pretend, and try to call me friend

Don’t say a word, I know just what I heard
Yeah you’ve been loose, you just got no excuse
Just feel my rage.. why can’t you come of age?
I felt it all, just like a cannonball

Then you got mad, you said that I’m all bad
So what’s the use? You lied and that’s the truth
You took the key, and drove right out on me
I never knew, put all my trust in you

Okay that’s it, I’m leaving now, I quit
I was unwise, so don’t apologize
I paid the price, for taking your advice
I felt it all, just like a cannonball

You can say what you want all day
But I’ve never been so outraged
I’m washing my hands of you
How could you be so untrue
You know I can’t stand no more
You know I can’t stand no more

I can’t stand no more 

Says somethin’ like.. you and me babe, how ‘bout it?

A love-struck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made
Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, “You and me babe, how ‘bout it?”

Juliet says, “Hey it’s Romeo.  You nearly gave me a heart attack”
He’s underneath the window, she’s singin’ “Hey la, my boyfriend’s back”
You shouldn’t come around here, singing up at people like that
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?”

Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet, and you exploded into my heart
And I forget.. I forget.. the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong
Juliet

Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame
Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?

When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers, and the promises they hold
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin
Now you just say, “Oh Romeo yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him?”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SOUTH PARK PICKS THIS WEEK TO MAKE FUN OF VEGANS

HAHAHAHAH FUCK YOU VEGAN FAG

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

I think I’m losing my grip
But I can still make a fist
You know I still got my one good arm
That I can beat, ooh, 
THAT I CAN BEAT MYSELF UP WITH

hmm

Our romantic ideals are beautiful people pretending to be brilliant people.

I don’t

I don’t anticipate On The Road being a very good film.

I anticipate an elimination of confusion, of perspective, of depression and madness and sexuality and the chaos of that script.

I anticipate a film for our generation. A generation born after poetry lost its meaning, its purpose. A generation that knows no great writer and clings to the writers of the past despite not understanding what it is to be forced to be a soldier, what it is to be born in a nation still reeling from the tragic loss of millions, what it is to be old while still young.

Tyler Durden says we have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war? No, our Great War is a personal war, a battle against self-awareness. Self-awareness is the enemy. Self-awareness is loneliness and arrogance, it’s divisive. We become one or we remain our selves, and there is no middle ground.

I anticipate On The Road will be written for a generation of people who have never traveled a country looking for meaning, who have never been open or honest or daring with their words, who think that because Dean Moriarty doesn’t shave he must be rebellious. But no. James Franco did not write Howl. James Franco studied Howl, he learned Howl, and he repeats it as we repeat all these great works and create nothing but tv shows about tv shows about tv shows. Our comedy is an allusion.

Adversity is gone and creativity is dead.