Impatiently getting nothing done, yet saying nothing at the same time

Hmmmm, wonder if you can read?
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 11:36 AM

I hope you dissappear. You can keep your mistakes, your lives, your whole shebang. Fucker.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 10:32 AM

I forgot something, little whore, shiteater. I am the answer in the end. You might not know this, but I'm for real. Eat your heart out David Koresh.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 12:36 AM

I've partaken in activities, well, some might frown on tonight. I'd like to just spit on everyone, fuck everyone, make everyone my whore. I'd hope that'd happen, gunner. Fuckity fuckity fuck. Cigarettes, my glass slipper, they make me feel beautiful, because when I look in the mirror, I am anything but beautiful. I hope you tell your friends they suck, worse than you do. Scream it's my solution in this crazy little fucked up mess. Ten things, at two different times, that's the porno everyone wishes was created, dumbshit cuntgoat. I hope they ban this feeling called love, it's as random as you, and more persistant than a quick score in the backseat of some hookers car on saturday night in downtown manhattan. Fucking senator, president, whatever the fuck you might be. I hate you. I hope you die.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 12:35 AM

this next one, you might not like, but fuck you if you don't. email me at [email protected] if you really wanna bitch me out.

I told the army to fuck off today. I almost told them to fuck me. I came to my senses. Heterosexuals just don't go good with the wrong mixture of melancholy and cynicism. I thought I could take one for the team that stood really tall and was supposed to symbolize something but just stood there solemnly for greed and filth and a captialist sort of thing that looked something like communism. Everyone decided to chant in the name of a country that they didn't vote for even. Everyone decided to slap a flag in there window and smile and worry about people that didn't mean a thing to them. They're just 5000 souls of screams gone down and we pump our fists involuntarily so we don't look out of place. And now we march onward, defeating that evil; looking and sounding like the nazi regime. And I thought I could make the difference, by joining the army. But with doing that I'm just camuflauging myself to be the next George W Bush. And suddenly we're just a country that isn't much more than a martini that's shaken, but not stirred. A tear falls, and a frown appears, but then the interest rates dissapear on new cars and the problem is solved.

Now the rage and the hatred, they've been building, and now we're looking around, over our shoulders, pointing our fingers because someone was born just a little bit darker than thou. They all became evil, in one single instant, and suddenly we become worse than we ever were before. And now I'm supposed to feel sorry, and sad it ever happened, and I am. But not because it happened, but why it happened. And now I'm supposed to be sorry, for some lives lost, when nothing more is happenign than me losing my own. I've been picked on, beaten, and punched; where's my army? Where's my war? Now "we're" in the minority here, yet again, and we must be right. Let's go kick there ass, make them feel like shit. There thinking so wrong, and ours so 'right' so the choice here is obvious, lets pick us this new fight. Let's make it hurt, and lets make it sting, lets make them feel like my youth, a faggot, and a whore. But when we do that, we'll be realizing our true self, nothing more than a flimsy bundle of sticks and some cheap lousy whore.

Now we've got our battles, and we've made their battle ours, involved us in some mess, so twisted, so full of exess. We've got our technology, but not there sense. And everyone points there fingers, they know the how the where and the why. But they don't know the whom, and that may be our single last chance.

They've all gone now, to that final resting place; but before we turn our page in our tabloid called life, do you realize, do you realize....everything....it's all in vain.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 1:13 AM

well here's the first of two posts in a row. Most people probably never read this, so here it goes anyway. boys suck and I shouldnt even bother with them. I'm seeing one, and I met another, to see what he was up to after a year of absence between us two. He wanted to score(or a relationship, sometimes there isn't a difference?), I want my boy, what the fuck is up with these crazy people?
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 1:12 AM

Two times in one day, you must feel lucky. At least as lucky as one could be reading this. Five dollar bottle of whiskey. Good, and cheap, thats how I command you to feel. I bought more cd's today, I feel like such a loser music addict. I should join a band. 6th Grade, that's what I'll call it. But my concentration has been ruined by someone now. That's okay, it wasn't that important what I was going to say. It wasn't the next Ten Commandments or anything.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 2:58 PM

Tis the day where many become men, and many more become much less. I became much less a long time ago. At least I can find myself from time to time, and not be concerned about who's and what-ifs. It's a whole metaphysical thing that most go through, not even realizing it, it's like fall turning to winter or some such nonsense.

It's cold, it's saturday night.
It's warm inside, at least that's what you'd like to think.
The moon, it's shining off the snow
Take a walk out back, out behind the house
Sit down in the snow, and look up at the sky
You see the diamonds sparkling in the sky
And All you can do is sit and think and smile

And then you think
Sometimes it takes a sad, sad holiday
...to smile

It all seems fake, the moments just like these
All gathered around, singing some sad melody
The memories fade, and the new ones just don't stick
You just wanna gather your things, and crawl back into bed
Curl up in a ball, and make this madness end
But then you see that smile, that goofy little dance
And All you can do is sit and think and smile

And then you think
Sometimes it takes a sad, sad holiday
...to smile

Maybe it shouldn't have ended, it shouldn't have changed
A thousand things, frozen from time
Locked up in cases, in boxes, and bags
Happy memories, you're hiding in shame
And sometimes you'd like, to just take a peak
To see what you've missed, to see what has faded
But then you think, it's all there, just like yesterday
And all you can do, is sit and think and smile
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 10:44 AM

I am super-duper-smokin-hot good today. I had a warm body with me last night. Smelled so good. I probably hogged the bed, but its twin size. It's the type of day where you sit and hum a happy little tune for hours on end. You feel like daisies even though it's cloudy. I sat and thought and thought and thought and thought today. And smiled. It's one of those things where you are so excited you don't know what to do. You need to jump like a little kid excited about a toy. It's like the clouds are open, the rain is done, the sun is shining, and so am I.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 10:40 PM

Mad props, ill skills, these things I do not posess. It's a fred durst sort of thing that I do not want to have or posess, much like that damn baseball hat that he wears like a flag of idiocy. I've got my own flags though. Each one waving some sort of middle finger at me in the gloomy, cloudy midday aire. I feel like a plate glass window. I felt as if I could be stared at in amazement, I could be looked through though, and I wanted it that way. You could see through me and see everything that was beautiful around me. Until one day, someone decided to throw the first stone, break my window. And with the window broken, all the bad things are being let in, nothing being let out. The only thing left are sharp corners, but that doesn't matter they only stop and scare the things I want.
posted by Michael Jackson Jr. at 10:57 AM