Destructuring your plastic thoughts like legos...'s Blurbs
About me: Clearly since you've graced my page there must have been something that caught your interest. Whatever that interest may be... don't be a shallow person and consider that "interest" the factor that describes me. Personally I could care less and would prefer to describe myself with a verse from a song that, if you ask me, is the only thing I really can identify with
I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only yawning cause these simply minded
Mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself
With lackluster images
And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families
With gloomy faces rockin
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
And walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let the protestors picket,
Like they are going to make a difference
And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent
-Petrified Life and the Twicetold Joke - Gym Class Heroes; The Papercut Chronicles
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