Kiss And Makeup - Funeral For a Friend (from the 'four ways to scream your name' ep)

No matter where you go
They'll fucking tie you down
And bleed you from your wrists (bleed you from your wrists)
Well, it's better that we leave
Leave it this way (leave it this way)

And just to soften the blow
I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses)
And sew them up
In the creases of our hearts.

No matter where you go
They'll fucking tie you down
And bleed you from your wrists (bleed you from your wrists)
Well, it's better that we leave
Leave it this way (leave it this way)

And just to soften the blow
I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses)
And sew them up
In the creases of our hearts.
And just to soften the blow
I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses)
And sew them up
In the creases of our

HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.
HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.
HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.
HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.

And on the one thing you betted on
Don't ever let them take you down.
Oh, on the one thing you betted on
Don't ever let them take you down.


this is one of my favourite FFAF songs. it's so real. i wish i was as goos a poet as him. Alyson once said i was, but she was drunk and harley laughed, so i don't know.

i want to start a band. harley's brother is teaching harley bass, and maybe i could learn bass too and we could get someone to play guitar. and we could just get a drum machine if we cant find a drumer. but id prefer to have a real drumer to keep the whole prosess oragnic, you know? i could write the lyrics, and i dont know who could sing. maybe i could but id have to only record it when im alone because i dont want harley laughing at me if i dont do it properly. when i was little mum put me in this choir thing so i know i can sing but you know, i want to find my original 'voice'. we'll see.

well i just found out that my chemical romance at the hi fi is sold out. how much does that fucking suck? they're like one of my favourite bands ever. even tho it was over age harley said he knows this guy whos older brother does fake ids. that would be so cool. usually theres this iga thats about ten minutes from school by bus, and we go there (dump our school bags at the newsagents nextdoor) and they never ask for id when you by alcohole. and alyson works at a health food shop that sells herbal cigs so she steals us some. but we still cant get into over age concerts without id which fuckgin sucks because like, good bands play over age gigs. but it doesnt matter now because its fucking SOLD OUT. i cant wait til im 18. everything will be so much fucking better then.

i was reading this site spin starts here that i found om my sister's friend's site. and usually its funny coz it like talks about australian idol and what corporate sellouts they are and stuff, but it also talks about politics which is kind of boring, because we are fucked either way yeah? but if i could vote id vote for the greens because im a vegitarian.

so anyway, this site is usually pretty funny, but this teacher got on this post and was all 'teachers only want what's best for you, they want to teach you and they're not lazy and they dont hate you' i mean, what bullshit is that? i work better with music, but mrs krive, my english teacher, wont let me wear my ipod mini in class. i said its a fashion thing i wont turn it on (haha) and she said no. she has this thing against me because i was saying how people who work in advertising are corporate scum that just perpergate a nation of fear and it turns out her husband works in advertising. so she's had it in for me. and we were talking about poetry and i said 'i write poetry' and she said, 'no, we're talking about real peotry like john donne and ts elliott'. and she's just such a bitch.

and i have plenty of lazy teahers. my maths teacher mrs innes was teaching us this thing, and i got distracted for like, mabey three seconds. MABEY. because harley was drawing a cool anime pic. and then she gave us these excersises to do and i was all 'mrs innes i don't know how to do it still' and she said 'well you should of been paying attention, im not going through it again' what a lazy bitch. so i ended up playing snake on my calculator for the rest of the class. hah!

my religious studies teacher is such a dick. my school is anglican right, and i was all, 'anglicanism is a pagan religion! the king made up his own religion just so he could like get married multiple times and stuff. thats pagan' and he kicked me out of the class. what a dick. it was worth it though because alyson was wagging PE because she said she had a violn lesson even though she doesnt play violin. so we just hung out and talked about this party on saturday night. but i dont think im gonna go because i asked her what she was wearing and she said her black and white stripey top and i said thats what i wanted to wear (my one not hers lol) and then she said i should wear my afi hoodie and i said but harleys wearing his one and i have nothing to wear so i might not go. plus i need to buy more black hair die but my asshole stepdad said he wouldnt give me the money until i replace the towels i stained last time. so i dont know. we'll see.

just another sheep in the heard

fleece silences your muffed protests to be different
this black sheep beaseeches you to follow
but not the heard.

ram's horn cuts into your sheep's soul
your metholated mind spills thoughts with the crowd
just like the rest but you could be something different if you tried

but are you that brave?
the sheep blend to make an ocean of woolwhite sameity
and with a bleat you join them




ive been working on writing poetry with a theme. i also have one about fire that i might put up here another time.

untitled (WOODEN SOUL – The Grain Within)

I gaze into the pictures in the wood grain
I see my twisted gray wooden soul
The knots of sorrow don’t help my pain
Ageing angst fossils wood to coal

I wrote this poem today. I was really depressed becuse alyson and jordan wanted to go to dangerfield but i had no money so i asked my stepdad for $50 and he said what for and i said school stuff and he said your lying and i said FINE THEN ITS FOR CLOTHES ARE YOU HAPPY NOW and he said you already have enough clothes unless your going to rivers to buy some clothes that a boy would wear im not giving you a cent for your FAG CLOTHES and then i said WELL YOURE NOT MY REAL DAD ANY WAY and ran to me and my brothers room and ive stayed in here all day listening to my alien ant farm cd. i was pretty hungry so i got my brother to get me some food from the kitchen and i couldn't risk going to the bathroom in case my stepdad saw so i peed in this old coke bottle. imgoing to stay here all night. my stepdad is such a DICK.

im so glad the year 12s are gone now. they were such dicks in their last weeks. we had muckup day and i walked into school ond one of the jock asshole dicks threw a flourbomb at me. and not only did it get my blazer and i had to wash my ramones badge, but also it got in my hair and id done it JUST right that morning so it completely covered my left eye but the flour and the hair wax made a kind of gluey mixture and i had to go to the sick bay and get the woman to scrub it off. after that my hair was all fluffy for the whole day and my friend harley kept laughing. i hate year 12s. there such dicks to us. i hope they all failed their exams and they go work in a bacon factroy.

My Stabb'd soul

my stabb'd soul
like a crushed black rose
you'll never tell me you love me.

my stabb'd soul
the mirror shows my pain
pink ribbon scars always there

my stabb'd soul
you'll never even care
this stabb'd soul, was stabbed by you

Thats a poem ive been working on. i showed it to my friend alyson and she said i ripped off the pink ribbon scars bit from billy corgan. but i totally didnt.

So i had a day off from school yesterday and my stepdad was all "come help me cook a barbique for cup day" he's such an asshole. he knows im vegetarian and that i think the melbourne cup is just cruel to all the horses. so i just walked off and then my little brother and i went and sat on the roof. and he was all "get off the roof" and i was all "you can't make me, you're not my real dad" and then he was like "well you're real dads in prison so im trying and im the best you've got". then he told mum and she started crying. hes such an asshole, man. i fucking hate my stepdad.