The effects of brain on the life...
So, four days 'til the majority of the nation's student body return to their own private crunchlettes of hell. Where would I be without school? Today was pretty boring. I woke up at two o'clock still pissed at Rachel for ditching me yesterday. Ate some stuff, drew some stuff, watched some stuff. Listened, listened, listened to some stuff. Mmm hmm. Good stuff, that was. I've had about three cigarettes in the past week and a half. So, as soon as I get the chance. I'm buying a whole fucking carton.
God Dustin, not only are you a crazy fucking fiend, your boring too!

Fuck roller coasters. I've discovered that if you have a fucked up life. And you escape it for a measly week.

Then come back too it!

Well, it's like putting your mouth, open, on the side of a curb. Then having your fuck buddy stomp you in the back of the head. (Yeah, American History X.)

Dull points, worn joints...
The chaos theory. Subtle things can have devastating effects on things in the future.
Murphy's law. If things are going to fuck up, they will...

Twitterpate my love for whimsy...
“A Narcaleptical Pondering”

I wish I could sleep forever
and put away
my endeavor,
That is my life.

I wish I could dream for eternity,
holding on
to all that is dear to me;
forever.

The good dreams I could see,
the love
never to be;
forever

To the bad dreams I would smile.
I wouldn’t mind,
I have the guile;
forever

Then I wouldn’t have to be sad.
I wouldn’t have to
be mad;
forever.

It would all be in dreams.
No tears, or
broken seams;
forever

I could make the worl’
mine, in an
endless swirl;
forever

But someday, I’d have to wake,
rub the sleep from my life
The world I’d have to take;
forever.
Or until I fall asleep once more;
or until I fall asleep forever.

Drive by shitting...
A volatile mixture:
1 rainy day +
1 104 degree hottub +
1 dustin
= dustin having fun simultaneously inside and out.

A spoon full of migraine...
Sick of society? Sick of people taking everything out of your hands and shooting it pointblank into your ass? Sick having people who bang their heads on tables tell you that your mental capacity is lower then theirs?

Well, I have the solution for you my friend! Take liquid drain-o in pill form. Yes, liquid drain-o in pill form. Give 'em to your friends or family. They give you hours of fun green froth at the mouth, and check it out! They make your brains syphon from your head out of your ass and down your pant leg!

Mom: I'm fucking sick of you, you little bastard! Its time you got what was coming to you!

Little Billy: Hey! What's this in my spaghetti?

Mom: Artificial coloring, now eat up you little shit brick.

Little Billy: Wow, mom this is the best plate of shit you've ever pulled out of your rotten vaginal hole! Gack, gack, gack! You bitch you've...geh...

That's liquid drain-o in pill form. Call toll free, or find them in your local super market. Tell 'em, Ma' sent you.

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SF: Im so proud to live in a town thats broke down and worn out, its a joke now, like an old cloud, im still around, I've sold out my soul now, I don't know how I let the cold get a hold around my throat, ow, I wont allow it to make me choke, no, it will let get go, I will break free from these city streets that carry me like an endless scream, screaming out numbers like one, two, three, but no more do i feel remorse for of course the fourth and skips by the fifth and sixth just to spit out the seven then kicks eight, nine, ten, and quits on eleven, Am I dead? cause this ain't heaven, and my head keeps on spinnin' And then again I'll come back with some adrenaline and slam it in some little kid who thinks he's shit
themunkysman: I'll pop his ass like a fucking zit, running down the block yelling fuck you, blasting you in the face, knock the fuck outta all ya'll too.
SF: what
SF: lol
themunkysman: With a soleless shoe, I'll shove my foot up your ass. Knock your teeth intot the grass, yelling "Yo what the fuck you trying to do?"
SF: cmon dustin, you're fuckin bustin my flow i outta rip of you nuts and throw them back at you yo,
themunkysman: damn bitch, stop trying to pick my stick, I'm cuttin' the flow, so off with you, you broke ass joe.
themunkysman: eh, yeah
themunkysman: anyway, off to bed with MC Dustin
SF: shit not even a newt would record your dumb rhymes its too fucking loose and goes lower than punch lines like rhyming shit thats broke apart and harder than hard trying to find a smoke in the park after dark when the joke that you're smart and that there's such a lack of light like a nigga with frostbite
SF: lol
themunkysman: ya'll should hit the sack, like a potatoe pack, jack, before I roll in your house, and strangle you with your computer mouse, you joker, tell your mom I said good night, nevermind right, I'll do it myself, slipping her blouse off, I'll smoke her
themunkysman: she'll kick you out, making your white cracker ass broker
SF: dood do you get the clue you cant do it like the way that i do, well i guess ill show you what you can have my rush right or left, you can pick the nut so just pack up your shit and sleep tight cause im better than this so fuck you and good night
themunkysman: broke like a joe, yo, suck my dick, and lay down my stick, you think your shit, but hell, like I said before, I'll pop your ass like a fucking zit
SF: your using the same rhymes over again that shits abusing the rules and fucking with my head so just do what i said, take away with ur shit and dream of your own mom when u go to bed
themunkysman: Well, night grand master saltine cracker
SF: i can do this forever, like link would do zelda, so just flip the switch, pull the lever, oh shit it dropped on your head now you dead, last time go the fuck to bed
themunkysman: :-)
SF: lol
SF: later dood
themunkysman: see ya

The dogmas of atheism...
All I have to say
My monitor displayed
My circuits are away
Closed down and afraid

Styrofoam and latex to my icey below
Soiled laces threshold into your soul

I will decide
No time to hide
But you’re not the kind
To keep an open mind
You make me microsize
Microsize boy

And you never stay
An empty, open bay
And I was on my way
But you don’t want to play

Just so tired of drinking, I’m shorting out
Kaleidescoping pixels, they’re crashing down

And I’m left behind
You’re no friend of mine
And you’re not the kind
That keeps an open mind
You make me microsize
Microsize boy