DragonBallZ

हह.

ई डॉन'त क्नोव वहत ई रेअल्ल्य नीद इन लाइफ येत बुत तेरे इस सोमेथिंग ई हवे ओवेर्लूकेद सोमोने ई रेअल्ल्य दो लोवे.

The Babys fucking rule

Pass

Slipped once again, fell on the bathroom floor, my mistake was leaving my towel on the floor

I am an Alien

Oh yeah, shake that head, break up this displaced beat. Oh I say, this devotion is questionable but still I yearn for "it", thus I itch for "it". Love seemed alien to my special breed, with hand claps and minor aggressions I stand tall and still smile like the town fool.
Tears formed from thoughts of leaving, starting a new life is all I need, I need to dismantle my creed. Can emptiness build when you're not alone? Fear is the next step in the process; for my phobias include the day to day longing. Cheery living is the most difficult task on my checklist, but still I just drive on by and nod my head.
Forgotten is my only aim, the report had me marked down as left for dead. I seem to be fueled but these electric tomadachis, like a baby in a cradle I am living in a tiny shelter. Exploration unlocks many grand quests, what is in store for me? When will my journey begin? When will waking up in Florida ever end?

Stressed Out
(Sad, but always a joker.)

Art is Devinity

Am I real?

Rant

Crazy to the bone, no one understands what isn't real; isn't that the brutal truth? Anxiety is a brief realm of consciousness, and yes this means one is weak in the mind. Those thoughts, scrambled as they are, define my being. No one soul can steal this gem from me, because it is hidden in my head; now what could this priceless item be? Honestly I can answer it's just my freedom!

Stressed Out.

Do you know my words?

Juggle everyday with a hip little jingle.
Banjo playing at dawn with buddy killer Jojo.

Giggle

Speed Fingre!

Felt 2

Buy the "Felt" comic book!

Oh, I Beg you to Remind Me

Arms crossed in anticipation, awakening to a bright new day that is all I need; true beauty comes in waves, meaning some days ain't so special as others. I seem to fill those moments with bickering and fighting yelling away my entire life. I won't let it pull me under; so here I rest quietly in a cool winters breeze.

Stressed Out!

Oh my God, am I here on my own?

The itches come day by day, still I am fooled by the nightly twitches, my body cringes- I am nothing more than a skin missing my mechanics!
Charity won't touch me for I have nothing to brag about, or home to hold a family party- and if something is happening here I wouldn't ever know. My holly jolly life is breaking a vessel on my forehead.

Stressed Out.