hey therr assholes, the names jesus, jesus christ, and i've been walking this block, since '93. i sew up my arms and legs when they fall off or get lose. i dye my hair, do my makeup, murder the innocent, fuck with peoples minds, discourage humans, the usual. i enjoy attention, i love it when you pity me. i judge by looks, i know, im an asshole. i have no sexual preference, i just go for what i like. my dog is the grooviest kidd around the street, he kills major ass. i telepathically murder people, torture them, destroy their hopes and dreams. i live a crazy, outrageous life and its fuckin great. im not a people person. sadistically crazy. maniac, not of choice, by birth. im hilarious like woah, can make anyone laugh, no matter how your day went. purple, green, orange, the colors of my rainbow. the only thing i understand, music = the voices of my mind. adventure, my game, the plan, theres none, just run, and always forget the past. if i had a choice my heart would beat to the sound of music. doomed to eternal life here on earth is worse than hell itself. im pretty much human, selfish, liar, confused, overall bitch. definatly not proud. pale, tall, long hair, colors, no black and white, crazy, funny, delicious = boys and girls i like. self conscious, lowest self esteem, ugly as fuck, man i suck. i think, i know, i would, i could, i should, i must, but will not. never ever think before i say or do or breath. why? i dream, hope, loved, but now hate, discriminate, punish the undeserving. i need someone to share my story, my love with, but so far, no one has come close. photography is my passion, capture the soul in the lens of a camera. i ripped my eyes right from my face, and when i hide inside your soul i still pretend that i can see. human skin is probably the best feeling i've ever touch, i need, more, flesh coats. i have some funky fresh friends. drove off a cliff, broke through windshield, fell onto the ground, looked up into the sky, blood poured from my mouth, i started to choke, went blank, never woke up again. i wish 11:11 would work for once. fresh to motha fuckin' death. i dont know anything about life, but yet i know everything, im mean of course, im jesus. |
