So this is it...my way of international expressionism through the comfort of my couch. How lazy, technical, and odd. Usually, I am pretty anti-web. But this night reeks of boredom, self-pity, and lots'o' anger. So what the hell? Why not join in the billions of other useless sites that will never be looked at? Punk Love? Huh? With that aside, how about that music, huh? Punk is hard music to love. You have to a special something to appreciate punk. Yeah, there are cop-out punk wanna-be bands. But we all know that they are just meatheads who just don't have enough moxy to make it as a real punk-rocker. They tell me I'm an angry girl, and "that kind" of music just deepens my violence. Let me tell ya people, my anger issues were there before punk really penetrated my way of life! Don't blame the music. I have a real appreciation for any knowledge on any bands I haven't heard of. I just turned a pal of mine onto Tiger Army. My ex-husband was the most rockabilly f*ck in the world....and to amuse myself, I would call him punkabilly. Wow, he would get so mad. He would scrunch his little nose up, and pout. Not that you needed to know that, but it always makes me laugh to think about it, so screw you. Punk love afterglow....... Where the hell did all the love go? I have traveled in my time, and everywhere I go, all I see is bitter faces of broken hearts. I, myself, have fallen victim. For about 2 years now, I have been on a quest. I have been looking for my punk rock prince. Finally, I think I've realized that simply, f*ck it. This is for all those wastes of my matter I call ex's. And special un-thanks to my ex-husband. You lame excuses for human beings have tainted the world, stolen my oxygen to fill your greedy lungs to keep your sickness of a soul alive, and poisoned the innocent that happen to cross your journey of disease. To all you horrid leeches that address me as "sweety" at the bar, while spitting on yourself, and smelling like the bottom of an ale pool....to all my ex's that have broken my spirit, destroyed my faith in love, beat me, stolen from me, and tainted me with lies......to the one guy that put me on a pedastool, asked for my heart to be his for all ages, then died.........to you guys who lure me in with fraudulant sincerity, and then turn to sell me out......for every wasted kiss I've given, every lousy f*ck I faked it with, every tear my pillow has seen.........F*CK YOU!
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