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This is just about as un
childish I could be...
I'm tryna leave this alone and let people live... Are you serious... Is that where were left... I didn't want it to [and never thought it would] get to this place... But it did... what the fuck... I don't get it... I think it's me... Maybe I been the ONLY one fucking up... But If not... I'm tight... This type of shit hurts... And I don't know why... For now Ima just breathe... Like Sister Leah [the Camp Drum teacher] told me to do... 1...2...3... [breathe] [[Three options go BUCK!...try to sort this shit out...write a song about it...] [or leave this shit ALONE...wow...that's some shit ][ Yes I know that was four] FUCK!!! I hate this -PINOCCHIO [is really hating Cinderella] and he shouldn't have to... Peace...I hope
how did I get myself into this?...I tried to stay as far away from the thought as possible...I don't get it...I'm usually pretty good at that...But I really like this girl...I'm still tryna figure out what's on her mind...Like...this really wasn't supposed to happenI think so at least [?]...Lotta [dots]...She really is the cats pajamas...I've always thought that...But now it's different...I don't know...maybe it's because shes "this girl"lol that's some real third grade shit [yay! black make me feel like me again...oh well it was good while it lasted...back to the bitch in me...thanks Common http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjrT29f8fhY][Upside] smiles and bomb ass music lately[Downside] confusion, next week and ice creamidk why I said ice cream...I just couldn't think of enough downsides...That'll be all for this rave...LATER!Peace and Productivity...Pinocchio...
Not every Da Vinci painting was what he thought to be up to par...But why not display all of your art...From a speech to a fart...{The Out of the Bath Freestyle}
ARTICLE DATED MARCH 28thDear You,Last night my little sister who is fifteen years old called me on the phone quite flustered and upset. I knew from the tone of her voice, use of unneeded and usually unused profanity that their was a lot on her mind.
She began to ask me various questions about different things that had been going on with her and in the world. Seldom does she ask me a question that stumps me.
She asked me “How can people say there‘s one type of beautiful” referring to an article that she had read about the “most beautiful woman in the world” Aishwarya Rai, the reigning queen of Indian cinema.
Personally I think that my little sister is a beautiful young women. She has an amazing smile, curly sandy golden brown locks of hair and a flawless complexion.
But her beauty comes from a place that cannot be seen by the structured eye. She is a compassionate, hard working teenager who is way beyond her years in an immense amount of ways, but still remains youthful within all of her trials and tribulations.
She is able to be both quite pensive and still engaged in her life. This balance is seldom found in a person. I cannot fathom the thought of how someone with this much beauty and potential is not seen as beautiful by the “rest of the world”.
How can something as “relative” as beauty, become so defined. People have idolized what has been constituted as “beautiful”.
It pains me to know that my sister is blossoming in a world where she will not be able to show everyone her beauty because people already have wet their pallet and set things in stone.
I hope that this world gets it self in check soon, and stops making people feel less.
I hope that more people become like my sister, to fight against what “everyone” believes, persevere, define beauty for themselvesAND STOP MAKING LITTLE GIRLS FORGET ABOUT THERE OWN BEAUTY…[If you don’t think so you don’t have to listen to me. These are just my thoughts. And besides, Im just a Wooden boy]Sincerely,Pinocchio
