The voices in my head are telling me.

And it felt so different, i set the horizon in fire. Just for you.

just a little phrase i thought of.

You're ending. (The fallen angel)

The thing you will notice,
After falling,
From your perch in the clouds,
From your throne of fiction,
And obscurity.

Will be that you are disliked,
Hated.

Among those you call your friends,
And they will be the ones,
The ones to hang,
You from your perch.

So high in the clouds,
Like an angel,
Fallen,
But caught,
Around the neck.

Slowly you stop kicking,
Screaming,
Breathing,
This is the end,
And its nicer for us than you.

Would you like to take a pamph.... get the hell away from me!

so today i noticed some strange things while watching people at the mall... and have decided that i would not like to work at one of those small table things in the middle of the walking places (whatever the hell they are called) this is for many reasons.
1. i hate dealing with people
2. the abuse would be awful. like one woman i saw in the 5 minutes i was sitting there. while walking like i stuck up prune, her nose in the air acting important, the attendant walked up and started talking and trying to get her attention, after failing, she said politely "excuse me" where she got a death stare and with a flat aggressive tone recieved "No." and with that stuck her nose in the air and kept walking.
3. people act like you have the plague. Personally, i dont mind that, i am glad strange people stay away from me.
4. i would hate having to work with someone that i didnt like for the whole day, especially if i had to work a whole 6 hours with them.

anyways
i would be shit at that job, and im sure. SURE, that no matter how much everyone says dentists have a higher suicide rate than any other occupation... i say thats wrong, because i always see someone different at the booth things... Perhaps... well im sure you know what im getting at.

Now, this post seems retarded, it doesnt flow very well... but anyway there are plenty of reasons for that... mainley because im watching spongeboob.

so.... blog. Yes i made a blog :)

So i was recently informed that it was my birthright to get a blog. Or some stupid crap like that. Anyway, this is basically going to be a place where i post a bunch of random crap, whether it be funny observations in my life. Some of the poetry i think up in my handicapped mind... Well anyways, this is my first post and i have absolutley nothing to say. Except if your going to overtake me look in your blindspot, some retard almost killed his wife today (Y) good on you lazy motorist. Also, back in canberra. whic i do not really like, however i will get to see my tigereses this time which makes me happy. Hmm what else is on my mind... I suppose thats really it. Nothing left to say really, im to preoccupied with talking to people.

also any spelling mistakes you find... i dont care.