kdlts2

kids don't like to share #2

change the channel.
and so she said with hatred in her voice. "when did we get the chance to make our choice". destructing values heading nowhere, with a point of a finger, it's our judge and jury. no one knows who made up the rules. even though no one follows them. they say we live in a world where nothing works, no one helps the next person. a push to the ground to get ahead. to move up in the polls of the good life. you rather betray a friend then work a day in your life. and these are what dreams are made of. so they speak when hate fills the sky with the air we breathe. so we get use to it. right gone wrong. we believe the lies, cause we don't want to hear the truth. the lies sound better. the truth scares us. we see it on the six o'clock news. buildings are burning. people are starving. everyone is taken advantage of. animals are killed for the fun of it and people are dying and this is whats important but no one cares. they tell us the truth hides inside the lies, but we don't know one fucking thing about it. we see the pain in people and we use that to help us make another dollar. so what do we do. we watch nbc's must see t.v. we watch reruns of seinfeld. and that is what we live for. another time to listen is just another time to change the channel.

killed by a hero, killed by precedure, killed by the system, what are we suppose to do?
the one mistake is man that god created. then he stopped and man carried on the tradition. god created life. man created death. these are some of the many things man created. bombs, guns, knives, drugs and so on. god made the good life. man made life a living hell. killing for sport, killing for amusement, killing for fun, killing for food, killing for money, killing for power, killing because you're mad, killing because you're stupid, killing because thats all you want to do, killing because someone told you to, killing because someone said it will make you cool. everything kills, drugs kill, guns kill, bombs kill, religions kill, governments kill, cops kill, cars kill, trying to be the best kills, a stupid remark kills, the color of your skin kills, money kills, power kills, you kill, i kill, we all kill. all of these killings are brought to you by one simple thing, man. man destroys to make money. man rapes, pollutes, scares, brainwashes people and the earth. man killed everything to make more money. all they did is paved over the entire world to put up another shopping mall and another 7-11 store up.

excess baggage.
why am i here. why am i living. why did my parents bring me in this world. i live in a world that i can't stand. i hate my life. i hate being me. i have nothing to live for. i got teased i school for having different color hair. i got teased by almost the entire class. i hanged out with my friends, but i still felt alone. i've been alone my entire life. i moved away from my friends. i'm more alone now. i had one girlfriend named ann-marie theresea hickle. she dumped me two weeks later. her friend actually dumped me for her. it was because i never called her. i never talked to her even though she never talked either. maybe i was stupid and scared. it was all my fault. i'll end up living alone, spending my life in front of the t.v. watching wcw wrestling and south park. listening to punk rock. dreaming about girls that will never like me. girls like alicia silverstone and gwen stefani. i got alicia's autograph and do you know what that will be the closest i will come to meeting her. she is the only girl i really liked/loved and she will never know how i feel about her. and now gwen stefani is on my mind. t saw no doubt when they came here to oahu. she was wearing a wearing a white tank top, zipper pants and a green neon bra. i was in the front row. gwen was six feet away and like alicia that is the closest i will come to her. and that is all i do watch t.v. and dream about girls i'll never go out with. and that is what i deserve. that is all i'm going to be. how pathetic is that. if i get a movie based on my lifei will probably play an extra. and screech from saved by the class will probably play me. it will go straight to video and be worse than a pauly shore movie. everyday i walk down the street, i'm still waiting for that truck to jump the curb and put me out of my misery. all ido is dream, watch, listen and write this zine. that's what brings me pleasure in my little, little life. you want a life, you can buy mine, real cheap. 10 dollars or best offer. want to hear my life story it will be over in the matter of seconds. i'm excess baggage waiting to be used. why wont anybody use me?