fuck you, it's magic.

reread some of my first songs, circa fourth grade.
utterly terrible.
(still better than your love letters...)

my biggest fear was failure. i can't give a fuck about death, or spiders, or tight spaces.
(like the inside of your skull...)

i just didn't want to live uneventfully.
i guess i'm still like that, sort of.
except more like an attention whore than anything else.
(flashflashflash...)

Halloween is here. a wise man once drew a comparison between me and a jack o' lantern.
"obnoxious exterior, with a fire in your belly that burns for nothing but the attention of others."
(i should have took the hint when he told me orange was my colour...)

go buy the new cobra CD. listen to "the world has its' shine." with love, from me.

XO.