only in your dreams

scarydream @ 2006-01-06T23:39:00

2006-01-07T08:41:26Z

and i can't stand that I just ate jello. Do homeless people get to eat jello. Do starving children get jello. I just can't stand myself for it.

I just want to know what it's like to be them.

I fear my own dream. or nightmare.

nervous

2006-01-06T06:45:40Z

idk, i guess trying to be normal is completly pointless or something because everytime i try i just fall with the rest of the cattle. or sheep, or however the hell it goes. maybe going to to hospital wouldn't have been such a bad idea because i just don't feel like food anymore and the only thing i even crave is some stupid drink i have to drive forever to get then pay four dollars for 16 oz. of the stuff. it's like drugs or something so i'll just go to QT and get a slushie because it's only a dollar something and it's nice having something cold in your mouth and your chest. I know my heart beats for no one. i don't think i should apoligize or anything for this because it'd be like apoligizing for being ugly. maybe it's genetic but who cares anyways. reading dosn't even give me the pleasure it used to. i have to find something to outsource myself because i can't really stand myself. any suggestions?

airmail

2005-02-19T04:02:42Z

send. me. by. death.

lies dead

2005-02-17T06:02:24Z

i want to die like the corpse bride.

she is so beautiful.

faster please.

tis beauty in the flowers

2004-12-09T05:22:18Z

after reading through some entry's from last year I have not even tapped the incredible sadness that dwells inside my heart. i long for another day.

the end.

2004-02-29T08:04:51Z

new livejournal: www.livejournal.com/users/deletestars. enjoy.

skulls, phantoms and spirits

2004-02-22T06:19:35Z

so this guy wants his head back, of all the stupid things. So I said to him, "You're dead man. Get over it."

i am alone

2004-02-12T02:54:12Z

postworthy?

I am alone
as I sit upon my melancholy throne.
I will die and rot away
vogue meretricious beauty of the day.
Forever I lie in a bed of dirt.
I live only to be hurt.
Black wounds consume my skin.
Deep in my heart there sticks a pin.
Flowers rest upon my death bed,
From the ground my body has fed.
Lost and forgotten I roam the Earth,
alone and waiting a new rebirth.

alone and tormented

2004-02-09T02:01:39Z

only because im upsessed:

[Written by Tim Burton]

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented and wander dark hallways alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave

She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams

To escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."

never ending story

2004-02-06T20:46:13Z

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