discolé monade

the last starfighter. one of my favs.

you can say the stupid things. no...i never told them. i probably would have gotten slapped i said anything the dad.

wut?

that was the beginning of a couple of very hard years. nah...no thank you.

why? did they specifically say there were going to commit suicide? why is it any of your business?

shots fired.

well, it happened over a long period of time. it started with a labyrinth, and my mom was standing at an alter in a wedding gown, and my dad started running down the aisle, and a lion was chasing him, and then pounced, and then i would wake up. but as time went on, i found myself wandering in the labyrinth, not seeing me, but seeing my dad running. then, it was like i was running after the lion running after him. until finally the last dream i remember he was no where to be found, and the lion pouncing on my mum. i can't remember if at the end of this, i was seeing the running through the lion. but, suddenly, there were no more dreams. i want to say this went on for a couple years.

a kid traumatized by his frog eating teacher and saves the day with pennies?

ain't that the truth. last mosh was a white zombie concert. turned ugly quick.

THIS. their new stuff is shit. i like old school metallica. suck it.

sigh. no....i USED to like loverboy. when i was an impressionable teenage girl. and this boy from quebec shared his walkman with me on vacation in new hampshire. i got mike reno's bandana, and matt whatever his name was drum stick AND paul deans guitar pick. hahahaha. high school.

well, he was afraid of americans.

when i was about 5, maybe 6, i had a recurring dream about my parents getting eaten by lions.

the bitch is dead.

i remember acct. sharing. i miss you [asmb]

those cray~cray eyes tho'.

one of us. one of us.

circus peanuts are the worst. like peeps. yes please to ALL the black jelly beans. also..those no name candies in either the black or orange wrappers...those are peanut butter taffy. yes please.

that cut me deep man. the cut me deep.

exactly. people acting like they wouldn't eat them. i wonder, if they were shaped like boobs, people be eatin' them. and they'd like it. bet me.

we are infested with 'kissing bugs' little assholes attach to each others butts, and fly around having sex.

*ahem* gobstobbers, are only in extreme circumstances (i.e. disco has no other candy in the house)

also. point of fact. i think i'm the only one here that likes all the candies no one else likes. good n plenty. ~ YUM candy corn ~ see above post bottle caps. ~ but too many will leave some really weird gritty stuff on the back teeth peppermint puffs after dinner mints.