i had this teacher mrs brown for senior kindergarden and she was the evilest evil with cokebottle glasses and hair the color of brown owls and bowl cut bangs. she kicked some kid in the head the time i made it to grade one and was fired from teaching. banished. and good. she made me shiver. the type of woman you look at and you KNOW she will slap you on your mouth if you do something wrong, if you were her own child. ont time christina puked all over the water fountain and mrs brown is all why aren’t you drinking from the fountain and me and jonathan are like uhh theres puke on it and shes like it’s fine see i’ll drink from it and then she did drink from it because she’s a crazy lady from where crazy ladies come from and cut their hair ugly because that is how they feel on the inside, nothing but ugly. she shook me pretty roughly by the shoulders when she thought i was some other kid she was in the mood to reprimand then realised i wasnt the kid and she dropped me to the floor. fucking witch.



ive been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation ive been screwing on the tracks of abandoned train stations


When I pull up in my whip

Bitches wanna talk shit

I’m driving I’m glad and I’m styling

in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?

I’m gripping these curbs

Skuur, did ya heard

I love em, my fellas, my furs

I fly like a bird

Chicken heads on the prowl

Who you trying to fuck now

Naw you ain’t getting loud

Better calm down for I smack your ass down

I need my drums bass high

Has to be my snare strings horns and

I need my Tim sound

right, left

Izzy kizzy looky here


Every time that i sell myself to you

I feel a little bit cheaper than i need to

I will tear the petals off of you

Rose red i will make you tell the truth

Was she asking for it?

Was she asking nice?

Yea she was asking you for it

Did she ask you twice?

Every time that i stare into the sun

Angel dust and my dress just comes undone

Every time that I stare into the sun

Be a model or just look like one



he screamed at me in the adult store on yonge like i was his bitch go wait in the car! it was all a joke and i couldn’t take it seriously because it was just comical and the storeclerks were like woah. we bought a butt plug and a red rocket vibedill and lube and a cockring (which we lost immediately, the cockring) i told him to kneel on the floor while i punched him a bit and called him foul names. he went back to the car to look for the cockring in his underwear and his neighbour saw, this girl, awesome. there wasn’t much of a spark between us at all tho he was awfully hot, thee hottest but too much of a playboy for me. he said this one girl could only cum if/when he shoved his fist in her mouth. we met once for lunch and went into the porn booths and did it and i had to go back to work with wobbly knees and a pungent pussy. we also fucked on his desk too in his office and he smooshed my naked body against the window for the world to see on a saturday afternoon, this is all before we went to the adult store. he almost perished in a near-fatal motorcycle accident. shizer.



aww what a little shitkid i was. still am. my brother was a complete asshole to me growing up and for no reason, no reason at all. perhaps that is why i am such a dick all the time. nah. him and i get along like peas and gravy now. he stopped by yesterday with his boss who looked really bad kuz he’s off the sauce and has crazy handshakes ‘n all. i remember i had crazy handshakes when i went cold turkey from weed and booze. you can’t even talk to people without stuttering unintelligibly and your whole body trembling like mad and your voice takes on the same shaky rhythym.


i remember standing at my kristi’s talking to rena and my arms started shaking and i was like i gotta go back to my house now i can’t go with you guys for coffee i’d just sit there looking at nothing thinking nothing and i’d get up every three seconds to walk away just to come back and do it again.


man when i was on lithium i was a mute. witty banter, gone. that’s why i wasn’t writing for a bit on my blooog other than i saw a movie and i liked it i watched survivor i like paradise hotel etcetera. but now i don’t take those crazy horse tranquilizer sized pills and i got most of my personality back.


seriously the best perv merchandise online store ever. ever. i’mma get a bunch of shiz from ‘em and talk all about dildos and stripper clothes. yah.



here’s raymi’s mum. raymi’s mum raymi’s mum raymi’s mum.


she doesn’t smoke she just poseur smokes. tell her to get her own blog so she can write candidly there and not take over the world in my comments though everyone loves it when she does. my mum is mental over cats and talks to them. yep. she has this friend julian who is in the army now or something and he was dating this chick named desire and she was like banging other dudes they broke up and he bumps into her at this bar and he has this gadgety-thing that can add noises over the sound system so he was in another booth going desire is a slut desire is a slut over and over and desire could hear it over the sound system and not know who was doing it.


hahaha.



Geeks do not have pedigrees

Or perfect punk-rock resumes

Or anorexic magazines

It smells like girl, it smells like girl

She walks over me

She walks over me




Hold you close like we both died

My ever pressing suicide

My stupid fuck, my blushing bride

Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out

She walks over me

She walks over me




I shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest for

Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest of you

Daddy, daddy

Please come here

Dont you touch me, dont you dare

We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same




She walks over me

She walks over me

I shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest

Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest of you

Now you see she walks the same

And now you see she talks the same

You never know what you will get

You never know what youll forget

She walks over me

She walks over me