ILovePatches

Disclaimer: This conversation was a free flow between myself and my friend Miss Pajamas over SMS who at the time was driving 60MPH on the freeway while texting. angelo: drats!   miss pajamas:  that one word just told me how geeky you are angelo: our texts are like nerd poetry. miss pajamas:  IP. API. IBM. www. COM. angelo: you only get one point and that's for "API" ... SSL. PHP.  IRC. BBS. IPv6. NDP. ICMP. that's street cred. write it down n00b! and don't make me bust out BGP. DNS and SSH either! miss pajamas:  404 error. Oops it appears that this link is no longer working! Sorry! ange

Yeah I'm Stupid!: Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent, Learned and completely right in everything you say about me. However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang — "Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things. Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent? - Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a life and love that keeps me really strong. See I Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do, Str

have you ever been in love? does your heart skip a beat when they text you? do you blush when you hear their name? do you sigh when you hug? do you blush at the thought of them? does your heart beat faster when they simply peck your cheek or nose? do you love them so much it hurts when youre away? can you not express your love with words? are you in love? yes, you are yes, i am

I hate this I hate life Give it to someone else, they won't throw it away" I want to run I want to hide But I'm not a coward, I will fucking stay! The reason I live The only reason at all Is knowing that I, that I deserve this torment! I'm going insane I see her everywhere And after losing her, I realized how much I loved her. I hate myself I hate my life I will torture  myself, before I end it.

A heart does not have eyes, so it is blind, A heart does not have ears, so it is deaf, But a heart does have a beat, and it beats for you, my love.

Don't you remember when you were young? When the world seemed so bright. The stars shined ever so bright every night. You were happy to just play all day, Never knew you were wasting your life away. You were a child, and to you the future was so bright. You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference, to show the world who you were. But then you grew up. You had to go to school. Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect. You were told to shut up and sit down. They didn't care what you stood for, because you were a child, and children don't know what they're talking about, right? Through the years you were told you

I'm a monster I'm a freak Save yourself Stay away I lash out I break I hurt I'm sorry I lost control For one moment Pushed over the edge It was too much I can't believe it What is wrong with me? How could I do this? It won't happen again But still stay away Why not? Why be near me? What good is there to hold by? Theres one light left One candle On the outside To relight the others inside

Hollow smiles Cross handshakes Selfish singing Praise the invisible Because He cannot hurt you Listen to the man and do as he says to avoid a fiery end Stiff seats to keep you sitting up straight You think you are willing Because your daddy said so Don't you wanna see mom again Tie your hair up tight and close your knees Smile with your teeth your jaw tight What you say is wrong So listen well child and I'll tell you how to live.

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after panties because you'll only end up with a rooster in your spleen." I never quite understood his advice until one April Fools Day, I was gardening with my best friend Tookie. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was spicy and spooky sounds came from deep within. Tookie saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

 “Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?” My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Mom’s head was in Mum’s lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mum’s lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. “You know you can talk to us about anything,” Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty. I took