We Are Not Like Jazz.We are not like jazz, you and I. We are actually choppy, rough, rebellious, like "Get Off My Back" by The Casualties. We are quick and hard, like a riff in a ska song. We are so incredibly awkward, we can't even find eachother's hands, waists, lips. We are awkward and clumsy, so clumsy that we would wind up covered in ketchup even if we were sitting in a parked limo at Sonic, which reminds me, aren't we going there next weekend? We are too shy to even talk about those kinds of things.We Are Not Like Jazz.
colorblindThe doctors knew that something was wrong with me when I said that I couldn't see the color green. They thought that I was just another freak that they needed to figure out. They put me in a big yellow room or at least I think it was yellow. They gave me a big square to look at. They were all different shades of blue. I look up at the nurse in her crisp red dress. "The color of the grass, right?" She frowns. I may be here for a while.colorblind
| Um...hey. I'm Mackenzie, but you can call me Mac N Cheese if you want. I'm an emo chocoholic artist who stalks Pete Wentz and prances around singing showtunes. I can also be very dramatic. I think zebras are black with white stripes. |
Life Can Really Burn You Up...
Love Dazed
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"Not even Death can save you from me!" said the big ugly red thing.
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-Allison Eve
If you don't like something change the way you think of it. If you still don't like it, change it.
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I have a nose
MY SITE
my gallery
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Over the hills and far away...
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