28.2.05
just a line.

there are certain words
that shouldnt be written.
there are certain things
that shouldnt be said.
and, sadly,
i have either
seen or written
or heard or said
most of those things.
now.
you may ask,
what are these things?
well.
they are the things
that make
innocent children cry.
they are the things
that make
adolescents hurt themselves.
starve themselves.
kill themselves.
they are the things
that make
adults kill their families.
kill their friends.
kill themselves.
after seeing,
writing,
hearing,
and saying these things,
i walked home.
an animal lay in the road,
as flattened and bloodless
as the thing that was
supposed to be
beating
in my chest.
and i realised.
there is no point to this.
someone will always get hurt.
always.
no matter what i do,
i will always
hurt someone that i love.
and i wondered.
what is the point to this?
to going on?
oh.
there is no point.
only a line.
a long,
red,
line.

no point.
just a line.

just a line.

just a line.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
20:31

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27.2.05
self portrait

i drew a self portrait
but i drew it on my wrist.
two perfect lines -
intersecting.
but this,
this is not like all the others
this was not out of a fit
of anger or sorrow
it did not follow any tears.
this belongs only to me
my own self portrait.
i am the one who knows
what this little X means.
stands for a word i know the meaning of
far too well.
w
o
r
t
h
l
e
s
s
.
i drew this self portrait
so ill never forget
who i am.
life goes on
things will get better
but i dont ever want to forget
who i am.
everytime i wonder
and second guess myself
all i have to do is run a finger
over my self portrait
and ill always remember.
worthless.

suffocate within

bleeding inside since
16:40

0 struck matches.

26.2.05
Seven

see my picture of
you in the mirror
with the little
rose wood frame

around it
it says i love you
and please dont take it away

its broken now
with little cracks
around a spiderweb
of broken glass

-Aaron

bleeding inside since
21:22

0 struck matches.

time of day.

it depends,
really,
on the time of day.
in the morning,
i miss you.
i miss your smile.
your face.
your lips.
in the afternoon,
i love you.
i understand
you are busy.
i know
ill see you again.
at night...
o, the nights!
they are unbearable
without you.
even the sound of your voice
would wake me
from this cycle of
nightmares,
tears,
and longing.
every molecule
of my being
reaches out to you,
hoping you will feel it.
hm.
i miss you,
i love you,
i need you.
nite.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
16:00

0 struck matches.

24.2.05
my words are liars.

my words are liars.
they spill out of me
without conscious thought.
unstoppable,
they pile at my feet,
coded and cryptic.
i look up
and realise
that my carefully contructed
house of lies
is falling down
about my ears.
it will not be long
before i am buried,
consumed by these viscious
untruths,
halftruths,
deceits,
and deceptions.
and still i lie.
i cant stop.
i will lie
until my mouth is silenced
by the one thing that is inevitable:
death.
'these be
three silent things:
the falling snow...the hour
before dawn...the mouth of one
just dead.'
how convienient.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
19:30

0 struck matches.

21.2.05
all the world to nothing.

i think i finally realised
exactly why i loved you.
because you tolerated me.
you made me feel
innocent again.
you made me feel
whole again.
your innocence eked out
into everything you do.
or rather,
did.
i think you lost that innocence
when you met me.
heh.
good.
at least i did something to you
to warrant this agony.
all the world to nothing,
you dont remember me.
you dont go through the agony
of seeing someones face
every fucking day.
so its nice to know
i stole something from you,
after all you stole from me.
all the world to nothing,
you dont remember me.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
22:07

0 struck matches.

but a dream

you come to me when im feeling down
those were the times you always shined bright.
you picked me up
when i didnt even know i had fallen
you were perfect...
and more.
beautiful and unforgettable.
there was something about me
you wanted the most.
ill never know what it was.
mm i can feel it sometimes
in the words you say
you have the bad days too,
just like me.
remember you're perfect...
in every way.
hah
thats what everyone thinks
the ones who fell in love with you
its impossible not to.
im the only one who knows.
at your first faults,
i smiled.
i loved you more for each and every one.
they were beautiful...
just
like
you.
then i learned the hard way
you arent who they think
you are selfish
you dont think before you speak
you are angry
and you dont listen.
you only care about yourself,
of that i am certain.
you were a dream...
so surreal.
you had to be some kind of saint...
then i was thrown
- hard
against the wall
- hard
into reality.
it all settles in.
take back those words one more time...
see if i care.
im gonna love it when you want me
and ill be gone
thats the only problem
i can never be fully gone.
because i loved you when you were perfect...
and i love you now that you are not.

suffocate.within

bleeding inside since
21:22

0 struck matches.

Reason and the Beast

Yeah, its a story, and this is Aaron letting you know im still alive


Reason was walking through the forest that she knew as her home. She had been through here many times, and she knew each tree fondly. This day, however, something was different. This day, Reason felt something foreboding, deep and powerful, pushing through the trees and the grounds. As she walked, the feeling erratically came to and fro, feeling close and real one minute, and the next being far away, and not even worth a second thought.

She came upon a clearing, which was a perfect circle where no trees grew, but the grass and the ground was as verdant as ever. She had never before, but knew the place that she had come upon. Her sister, Rhyme, often spoke of this place, where the trees did not block sight, the smell of flowers was strong and wonderful, and where the stones were smooth and flat, perfect for sitting and thinking. But today, Rhyme was not here, presumably in some other part of the lands, probably writing, drawing, or singing. Instead, in the center of the clearing, was the Animal.

The Animal is a something, or more accurately, a someone. This someone was something that Reason wasn't. It spoke no language but that of emotion, of love and hate, and it wore nothing but its skin and the grass-stained muddy hair on its head. Reason had seen and met the Animal before, but never like this. She remembered Rhyme telling her about a time when the Animal had been nothing like it was usually, as if disrupted and angry. Rhyme had at that time called the two identities that seemed to have surfaced the Beast and the Beauty. The Beauty was a creature of caring and sympathy, always seeming to be in a background, calm and tame. But the Beast was a creature of fear. It was shifty, as if a shadow that lurked around the corner was ready to jump, and to take him away. Reason saw these qualities in the Animal, and figured that this was the Beast.

The Beast was hunkered down in the clearing, watching Reason warily, but with only half of its attention. The other half was busy scanning and looking all around, as if the foreboding feeling that Reason felt was closer than it seemed, as if the ground itself might rise itself up and attack him. Reason, curious but careful, took a step fowards. In that instant, the foreboding feeling strengthened itself tenfold, and Reason felt that she could have reached out and touched it. When she took that step, the Beast took two backwards, widening the gap between the two.

Reason looked past the Beast, and was quite alarmed by what she saw. There, not one hundred paces off, sat the Wall. The Wall was not actually a wall, persay, more of a line. But to Reason, the line was quite as good as a wall, as it was a line that she had never crossed, and quite well thought that even if she had the desire, she could not cross. Therefore, to her, it was the Wall, and not the Line. To the Beast, however, the line was not the same as Reason's wall. To him, it denoted a safe place, somewhere where he could go, and nothing could touch him there. So he, if he could speak, would probably argue with Reason that it was indeed not a Wall, but a Line. This point is null, due to the fact that if he could speak, he too would probably see the Line as a Wall. All this is beside the point, however, as the important thing is that if the Beast crossed the Wall, then Reason knew that she would not see the beast again for a very long time, if ever, and to her, the feeling that had been annoying her would probably never go away.

So Reason sat on one of the flat, smooth rocks, that were perfect for sitting upon and thinking. As she did so, the Beast started to stare at her. Reason had nothing else to do, so she followed his stare, and it burrowed deep within her, heading for the heart. She saw the stare, and was close behind it as it carelessly tossed aside her reason and logic, and was right next to it when it hit her deepest being, and when she saw that, she recoiled in fright. Reason had always prided herself on just that, her reason, and what was uncovered really scared her. As soon as she realized that, the Beast, who had come slightly closer during the stare, turned and bolted for the Wall. Reason had half a mind to go after it, but did not, as the other and stronger half was too surprised at discovering it had another half, that within herself she wasn't what she really though she was. She had seen, that deep inside, under all the thinking, and complex language, she was really an Animal too, with a Beast and a Beauty all of her own.

-Aaron

bleeding inside since
18:49

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before i go...

a parting shot.
i thought i would,
well,
summarize myself
for those of you
who dont understand.
you see,
i am nothing.
nothing but a
self centered,
vindictive,
sarcastic,
sadistic
little bitch.
i used everyone.
i abused everyone.
i lied to everyone.
and im sorry.
my heart...
it bleeds for you.
my heart...
is a liquid pool
of metal and glass.
it started out clear,
pure,
glass.
doesnt everyones?
however,
as i got older,
people started putting holes
in that glass.
as i got older,
that glass started turning black.
pretty soon,
i was left with a small,
cracked piece of black
opaque,
glass,
pierced through
with nails,
needles,
and arrows.
someone,
some time ago,
shattered that glass.
shattered it beyond repair.
then, she burned it.
and then, she threw the ashes
in my face.
someone else came along,
picked me up,
brushed me off,
and loved me.
but i couldnt escape
those ashes.
they haunt me,
along with the girl that made them.
so now,
these memories have melted
those ashes
and little fragments of metal
back down,
and it burns inside me.
it burns inside me.
i can only let it out
with other bits of metal,
and then it turns red.
so i am left with nothing
but a pool of glass and metal,
a raised red line,
and an iron red stain.
as much as i love my savior,
i cant.
i cant because no one will let me.
as much as i love my savior,
my savior has their own problems.
we cant help each other
because we cant help ourselves.
and as much as it pains me to say this,
im done.
hows i going to be
when you dont know me anymore?
i am about to revert
into nothingness.
me,
my little pool of glass,
my little raised lines,
and my iron red stains.
nothingness.
have a lovely life.
ill miss you.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
18:02

0 struck matches.

im sorry.

im sorry.
for telling the one i love
every lie that comes across
my twisted mind.
for ignoring
everyone i know.
for being critical
of my best friends.
for hating her.
for hating everyone.
for being a bitch.
for lying to everyone.
for using everyone.
for every mistake
ive ever made.
im sorry for everything.
what else?
ill just...
leave you to get on
with your lives then,
shall i?
yes...
well,
goodbye.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
17:57

0 struck matches.

waiting for the sun.

here i sit,
waiting for the sun
to shine through your eyes
and into my soul,
writing down my dreams,
some empty words,
and i cry.
can you tell me why?
you left the lights on,
and I CANT SEE.
i bleed all the moments
that will never come back,
all the moments
that still haunt my dreams.
i could catch all these
that whispered
'forever'
to me,
and make them
finally
honest.
but i dont.
because something reached
into my world,
something broke my gates.
i never felt it before.
and it broke me.
bittersweet,
baking chocolate
with a hint of memory.
a slight whiff of something,
something i cant place.
a little sweet,
a little sad.
wilted fern and rose,
perhaps.
crisp,
clear,
midnight.
starless skies.
alone.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
14:43

0 struck matches.

cassie! whatve i told you about fucking me over?!?

GET
THE FUCK
OUT OF
MY HEAD.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
10:25

0 struck matches.

20.2.05
happy fucking 'birthday', bitch.

ah.
i never thought
i would actually live
to see this day again.
i had,
in fact,
planned not to.
but no.
i sit here
and see your face,
your fucking face
with your little fucking
half smile
that took my fucking breath
away.
you never gave it back either.
you stole
and stole
and stole
from me.
my heart,
my mind,
my very fucking being.
and then,
you gave me one thing.
your rejection.
you made me believe
i was forgiven.
my hopes,
though shot to hell,
reassembled one last time,
and flew because
i was so sure you loved me again.
and then you
shot
me
down.
its a fucking long way down
from your pedestal
of acceptance,
reputation,
and cold,
hard,
ice.
hm.
seems to resemble your heart a bit.
its a long way down from there,
dear.
care to fall?
oh wait,
no,
you dont fall.
you throw people off it.
you cant have them
staining your throne
with the blood and tears
of the broken hearted.
sorry.
forgot.
today,
a year ago,
you severed all connections.
you severed my connection.
i cried
for fucking
6 hours that day,
goddammit.
6 hours of my life,
no, more than that...
wasted.
crying for you.
at you.
because of you.
you needed some space?
you hadnt fucking spoken to me
in 2 months.
i waited for you
for 2 months.
i was not waiting for this.
this spike in my heart.
you killed me.
you killed me
448 times,
as of today.
four hundred
and forty eight
fucking
times
youve driven that knife
deeper in my heart.
and im done.
i cant even deal with you
anymore.
fuck you.
im done.
i have to keep telling myself
that you are so not worth this.

---------but the part that still worries me
-------------------is that maybe you are...


-jo.

bleeding inside since
22:04

0 struck matches.

18.2.05
the end is near, but not close enough to taste.

im slipping
into never clearing
darkness
again.
but what?
a light?
i reach for it,
grab your hand.
i see your face,
dear lord,
and it lifts my spirit.
and i realize,
i may have done the same
for you.
for we are now bonded together,
to the same iron weight,
sliding forevermore
into never clearing
darkness.
but at least we have each other.
the end is near,
but not close enough to taste.
so i guess we have a while.
its a long way
to go alone.
but now i have you.
thanks.
for making the end a bit nicer.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
12:00

0 struck matches.

17.2.05
take your breath away

all the tears i never spoke of
all the pain ill always feel
the hate, the anger strangled inside
...
they all
d i s a p p e a r
for those moments.
i hold them close
close enough to feel
but never to touch.
you are close enough to feel
but never to touch.
its so hard to feel this way
but its harder not to.
im so terrified of you
but i cant help but lean on you
you make me feel like im
...
w h o l e
again.
i know you are scared too
but sometimes you have to leap
maybe you'll fall
and hit the ground
breaking every sliver of your heart
but maybe
just maybe
you'll fly.
the only problem is...
it is impossible to fly
unless you jump.
ill hold your hand
if you hold mine
because its a
long
way
down.

suffocate

bleeding inside since
22:42

0 struck matches.

reminisce.

i reminisce,
revisit,
reread.
hm.
interesting.
how does that make you
feel?
i shrink myself,
once again,
with no result.
hm.
i think im getting worse.
but then im getting better.
but then im getting worse.
fuck it.
i love you.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
21:37

0 struck matches.

16.2.05
where theres a will...

where theres a will,
theres a way.
this does,
however,
work the opposite way too.
i have no will,
and therefore,
no way.
here i sit,
not doing homework,
not working out,
not eating right,
and life sucks.
but i have no will to change it.
i might run,
once in awhile,
but does that really
help me lose weight?
i might stop eating
for a few days,
but then ill eat again.
i might do one or two
homework assignments,
but doest that really help?
no.
i think
i just dont care.
but i do.
i think i might be schizo.
again.
wonderful.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
21:25

0 struck matches.

15.2.05
daddy's little defect.

you ask me why
i dont remember
most of last year.
i reply in irritation,
figuring you knew.
god. i was a little
preoccupied,
ok?
you ask honestly,
with what?
i figure youre kidding.
my blood rises.
remember?
the entire month of december?
that was a bad month...
you think for a minute,
furrowing your brow.
nope. cant remember.
my jaw drops.
i almost cry right there.
your little girl
tried to kill herself.
you dont remember?
you dont remember?
the thing that haunts me
to this day,
causes my nightmares,
causes my tears,
the one thing
i couldnt give enough
to forget,
and you cant remember?
dear god...
what i wouldnt give...
but i guess that truly
casts me to my role:
daddy's
little
defect.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
18:35

0 struck matches.

14.2.05
valentines.

ah, st. valentine...
you mess with my mind.
i am such a fuck up.
i will always be a fuck up.
i always have been a fuck up.
but i pray to god,
a god i dont even know,
that i can still do something.
ah, st. valentine...
you use my heart as a plaything.
i love someone so much.
so much it hurts.
and i fucked it up.
i can never keep my mouth shut.
i can never control my emotions.
and now im screwed.
ah, st. valentine...
you use me as a pawn.
you play your little game of love chess,
making me a casualty instantly,
a casualty of eros' bow,
but keeping me in play.
and now im afraid.
i am so afraid
that my love will take me off the board.
i am so afraid
that i fucked this up again.
i am so afraid
to even talk about it.
but i promise,
i love you.
i always will.
never any less than i ever did.
probably alot more.
just please forgive me.
even if i am already forgiven,
please dont blame yourself.
you already have enough.
ah, st. valentine...
you are cruel,
but masterful in your cruelty.
so cruel,
you are almost sweet.
ah, st. valentine...
you stole my heart,
and gave it to another.
but that was the best thing
youve ever done for me.
thank you, st. valentine,
for finding me love.
youre the best thing thats
ever happened
to me, even if you dont know it.
so please, st. valentine,
tell my love that its ok.
i still love them.
ill never stop.
just please,
stop blaming yourself.
forgive yourself,
or me, whichever it may be,
and try to forget.
it might not work,
but its the thought that counts.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
22:05

0 struck matches.

13.2.05
contradictory statements.

'whats up?'
...nothing.
...o god...
'is it because of me?'
...no.
...yes...
'is it because of what i did last night?'
...no.
...yes...
god.
i am so sorry.
i should not
want to control you.
i should not
be jealous.
i have no right
to influence you.
i have no right
to be sobbing my eyes out
over you right now.
dear god,
what have i done?
what have you done?
what have we done?
why am i this broken up over you?
over this?
over such stupid things?
you can do what you want,
its no big deal.
i dont care.
dont get in trouble
over me anymore.
im not disappointed,
im not mad at you,
im
just
sick.
my life is going to hell again.
everything
i do
is tainted.
stained.
dirty.
all i want is a hug,
a kiss from you,
but i dont want you
anywhere near me.
its wrong,
i know,
but i cant see the marks
on your neck
from someone else.
i cant taste these things
in your mouth
from last night.
its horrible,
i know,
but i cant stop.
i need you.
but i cant even
talk to you about it.
im such a bitch...
i love you.
its just...
goddammit.
i cant do this!
please hate me.
its all i deserve anymore.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
18:36

0 struck matches.

11.2.05
ah...it hurts.

ive opened my heart once.
i trusted her.
or so i thought.
and she killed me.
ran me through,
watched me sink to my knees,
still calling her name.
and she laughed and walked away,
her footsteps making a sound
that ended in pain.
ah...it hurts.
i 'lived' for awhile,
doing the same thing
everyday.
not eating.
not sleeping.
and then i met
you.
i awoke.
and i opened my heart again.
this time,
i did trust you.
your arrow shot me down,
and i bled for love,
watching you bleed for me.
i hear your heart everyday.
beating on, making a sound
that ended in pain.
ah...it hurts.
but it is a different sort of pain.
the
i-love-you-so-much-it-hurts
type of pain.
the
i-would-die-for-you
type of pain.
the
i-need-you
type of pain.
i love you.
just in case you didnt get it.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
14:33

0 struck matches.

8.2.05
catch me

my past is always surrounding me
a haunting demon, always breaking me down.
but in your arms,
it never seems to get through.
when im with you,
there's no one else in the world
nothing more important
than those seconds that we're in.
suddenly that constant ache in my heart
disappears.
all my fears
pushed aside.
all the anger
temporarily let go.
you've given back to me
so much of what i had lost.
my feelings for you build
with every minute.
im falling so fast.
i know this will only cause me more pain.
but its too late now.
i want to be everything
you've ever wanted, ever needed.
will you be my biggest mistake?
im too far in now,
in so deep.
im not sure how you feel
that look in your eyes says so much
and yet it says nothing at all.
ive told you about what ive been through
so how does this end?
how does it begin?
i know this will hurt
but im falling so fast.
im just hoping you'll catch me
before i hit the ground.

-dani

bleeding inside since
17:36

0 struck matches.

5.2.05
sick cycle carousel.

im on it.
i want off it.
i know it wont stop
until i actually make
an effort.
but i cant.
i try to see her face,
i try to hear her voice,
i try to see how low
i can get down to the ground,
and i swear to god,
it wont stop.
its an endless,
vicious cycle.
sick cycle carousel.
i cant get her out of my head.
to love
makes me happy.
but even that cant
remove this stain
from my
sick,
twisted,
corrupted,
horrible,
mind.
my heart is
shattered,
burnt,
blackened,
crushed,
ash.
i guess you couldnt really
call it a heart.
but i try.
and i try to get off.
but i cant.
it goes on and on,
over and over and over
again.
never to stop.
dammit,
im sorry.
but i cant get off this
sick cycle carousel.

-jo.
*sorry lifehouse.

bleeding inside since
23:35

0 struck matches.

2.2.05
the dead.

the dead
cant answer back.
they just listen
and judge you
silently.

-jo.

bleeding inside since
15:03

0 struck matches.

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# linkage.
aaron.
alltheworldtonothing.
bad poets society.
ben.
dani.
the end is near.
i dont own emotion. i rent.
jooutthewindow.
never ending story.
the nightjar.
lonely for the last time.
rosiebc6.
saccharinity.
second chances. from $26 995.
set my heart alight.
soph.
suicidiaries.

# bitch here.



# rules.
yes, sadly, there are rules. just cause im a control freak and i like our blog looking all nice. so. numero uno. no capitalization. unless it is absolutely necessary to the structure of your poem, no one wants to see it. numero dos. no apostrophes. i hate them, and theyre stupid. numero tres. no spelling errors. sorry for those of you who are slightly illiterate. but its hard to read poetry if it is fricking spelled wrong. numero quatro. sign your poems. ill take credit for them otherwise...*evil grin*. awesome. other than that, nothing else so far. you can use whatever font/size you want. any type of poem. etc. thank you.

# us.
name: jordan.
age: 15.
called: jo, dino, jooutthewindow, georgia.
contact: beckham2590@hotmail.com

awesome.

pastimes: writing, drawing, soccer, rowing, swimming, cello.
people: you know who you are.

not so much.

people: you know who you are.
things: juniper bushes, society, life. probably you, too.

music.

artist: green day, linkin park, jimmy eat world, evanescence, autopilot off, blink-182, simple plan, etc.

name: danielle.
age: 15.
called: dani, t-rex, daniel, wingy, doneal*a*thon, psycho.
contact: winged-one@comcast.net

awesome.

pastimes: soccer, wakeboarding, music.
people: not me.

not so much.

people: boys(lol, most but not all), he who must not be named.

music.

artist: korn, linkin park, staind, strata, disturbed.

name: dorota.
age: 17.
called: dorota, d, dorito, roacha...basically anything.
contact: kurczaczek91@hotmail.com

awesome.

pastimes: rowing, swimming, viola, reading, just chilling and shaking my booty.
people: everyone who is nice and not michelle tillman.

not so much.

people: michelle tillman and all those bitchy whores out there.
things: sharks, jellyfish, and seaweed.

music.

artist: anyone.

name: bailey.
age: 16.
called: bay, bail, foomelody, crack whore.
contact: sportsgirlmidfield@hotmail.com

awesome.

pastimes: soccer, poetry, rocking out, people watching.
people: anyone who doesnt piss me off right away.

not so much.

people: anyone with a bad aura.
things: not being able to breathe under the covers.

music.

artist: foofighters, queens of the stone age, nirvana, black rebel motorcycle club, and many many others.

name: sophie.
age: 15.
called: sophsta, fefe, soph, soapie, the list goes on.
contact: wicked_lemons@yahoo.com

awesome.

pastimes: writing, art.
people: david bowie.

not so much.

people: pretentious people, and idiots who think theyre smart. theyre not.
things: math and spelling.

music.

artist: placebo, david bowie, new order, joy division, and the yeah yeah yeahs.

name: ben.
age: 15.
called: ben.
contact: Nerdsworld5643@aol.com

awesome.

pastimes: violin, reading, hanging out.
people: mes amis.

not so much.

people: no idea.
things: bananas.

music.

artist: anyone.

name: aaron.
age: 14.
called: aaron, asshole, raisin, furtard(why thats been extended to me, god only knows) whatever you want.
contact: newbluechampion666@hotmail.com.

awesome.

pastimes: baseball, sleeping, procrastinating, poeming.
people: who knows.

not so much.

people: The list is at 5 pages.
things: stairs, and broken headphones.

music.

artist: (this is gonna be long) everclear, cradle of filth, marilyn manson, metallica, linkin park, AFI, dave matthews band, everlast, spearhead, yellowcard.

name: michael.
age: 15.
called: evoldous, psycho child.
contact: mbhultman@msn.com.

awesome.

pastimes: skateboarding(is it a past time?).
people: danzaver, brixius, gabby, dan-yell, you know, all those people.

not so much.

people: i dont know, that one kid that wants to kill me.
things: those scion cars, they look like boxes.

music.

artist: icp, twiztid, marcy playground, kotton mouth kings, they might be giants, nirvana, metallica, more...


# credits
picture by jo.
layout by roxy_belle.