storys

Isn’t it ironic how the world changes people and how they seem too attack ppl like your friends (or whatever)?...And when that happens you sometimes feel its your fault and when friends attack friends oh don’t even get me started on that subject...I mean I can take some pressure and I can make people feel better sometimes other times they just wish id get hit by a bus or fall too pieces right in front of them ...you have the bitches the enemies the hoes the pimps the fighters the preps the punks the Goths and the losers or weirdoes whatever the hell they are. But there’s something missing someone that’s the invisible person the one who hardly ever gets noticed unless they reach out and actually try to be some one when all they really are is a broken burnt shadow on the edge of a pathetic ending of a meaningless life waiting for the moment when the sun is right and the wind is strong taking a leap into and abyss of staring eyes and laughter and finally the person gets noticed after he lands dead on the cement bleeding gasping for air and when he can breath no more the laughter stopped the silence comes with a siren in the background they realized what they’ve missed a chance an opportunity a reason for someone to live a little bit longer and when the tears have fled down the faces of sorrow all silver linings have gone to black tarnished with the malice for the world taking in all greed and hate ,lust and violence making just a single ray of hope that can barley be seen as the powers of the universe search for a crack in the tables of evolution making its way to the core of humanity and life its self will finally see what the invisible person went through for a spot in the spotlight.

My Suspension

Hi

My name is Andrew Killingsworth and this is my story

In 1989 I was born in to this so called free world, no goals, no nothing were set for me. My fun filled life ended when i was 4 yrs. old. I became deprived of a normal life due to a drug addicted father who (to this day) still has not over come his cocaine addiction. my mother who divorced him while i was at the age of seven ruined me, made me very emotionally stressed and my i add ruined me. I am now 15, its March 3rd, 2005 and i am in the iss room (in school suspension) for a senseless joke which is now being over exaggerated by this tupid school who may i add contains mainly of homophobics and over exaggerated security, due to some oriental guy getting killed at home, whoopty frickin doo...man now this school is fricken freaken out man and anyone that looks suspicious or seems suspicious gets questioned and searched ...uh how lame ...I got called in to some assistant princables office because ALEXANDRIA CURZ cant keep her fuckins mouth shut Imean she even knew i was kidding and if not then shes just a stupid bitch and due to her loud ass mouth there wont evev be an anime club ...HAHA! ... STUPID GIRL!

N/e wayz now there makeing a big deal out of it i maen man they even had a police officer come in and make me swear i wouldnt do it again and i even told them i "DID NOT THINK THIS WOULD GO THIS FAR!" but stobborn litle people dont listen to the suspected little gothic wiccan teens story because they need some thing to bicker over or at least someone to pin the tragety oh my ... so frickin what he got shot for having the wrong friends his fault ... i mean man good grief let it go already damn! You need to understand that with a school this diverse and this big there is bound to be a couple of killings an dhuge fights i mean with all the war and so many ppl dieing i personally think its goods for us because we need to shorten the capacity of the school and just go round hell i think they should nuke the us or at least half of it i mean come on i know this is bad and yes i am crazy but i am still a man of order and logic and maybe if people took the time to listen to other people maybe the world wouldnt be so confused and things would actually go right for once!

SO ... WHAT THE HELL EVERLIVE YOUR LIFE MISERABLY...

I REALLY DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK !

LATERZ!

My Knowledge

Since I've had my free will and knowledge of the past I've turned my self invisible to the world and deprived my self of all common eyes. Toughs who are told to seek me need a guide or reference to look upon the face of whom they are searching for thus unveiling the barer of the burdens of the unseen world>(me) to which they most commonly mistake a hyper happy young man on the outside of a stolen body and rotting corps and as the (retriever) so to speak gets in to a conversation with the me realizes that all that could be done is done and all that has been done cannot be reversed or removed from this persons mind nor can it be breached by any so called soul of the past which are technically lost children deprived of the reality they rarely speak of due to a captive fantasy or altered reality to fit in there and to there every day needs.

oh how lame

oh how lame is the lost soul

the soul who is the only one left

in the darkness, with the demons

who haunt them every second of

there livnig breathing miserable life

drawing there inner most fears out

making them vulnerable to all the

hurts and pains of the ego centric

world that we so call the united states

or the united kingdom when really all

we are is a over exadurated excuse of a

retard who cant make up a good

enough excuse to cover up a war that

will destroy the slowly but surelyand so goes the lame soul wandering into an abyss of uncertianty and hopelessness making new paths and empty footprints in the soft ground

that has been moistnd with the blood of etirnity

by the angels and demons who control this wretched world by an un seen thread which is consantly been fought over for eons over bolth lords of good and of evil macking way in life for humanityand its rotten seeds [so the world will and can die and i still wont give a shit because im me and i refuse to change for any living breathing person,place or thing

so bye....

oh...and

FUCK THE WORLD!