Solo Words Speak Wonders

Hello. PWam...is making me write in my blog. We're in photography and we don't have anything to do. La la la. We had a moment of excitment for about...oh 5 minutes. Maybe 6. I talked to IB. Then..it left. Humm..well isn't that a surprise. Bah. Then we went and attempted to talk to Kllr. thinks I scared him away with my msn name. Yes. PenisBloodSternum is in brutal withdrawl from "our team". Oh how I miss the sweet sweet night of listening and watching the Yiants games. Uhm...I need to finish my thank-yous. I don't think I've said such nice things about so many people in such a short amount of time..or..maybe in my lifetime. Post says.."Probably". I'm home from school now and I'm gonna finish writing my post.... Just wanna give a shout out to T-Dawg..the underdawg T-Dawg. I wish you a very Happy Birthday! Oh and uh..here are a couple quotes per-say for my fellow teammates..'we practice, we run, we hit, we win, we lose…we do all this as a team. no commitment cause there to be no team.' 'the team is diminishing as you fail to see the brutal results of your lacking commitment.' La la la..ugh, what a boring post. You would think I'd have alot to say but I don't...okay well here are some pieces and tastes of some poems or whatever that I'm slowly building upon...

pieces. pieces of a lie you told instead. pieces of the hurt your left to dread. pieces of a life you wish you didn't have.
pieces. pieces of your heart break each time you have to say good-bye. pieces of your future play tricks in your mind. pieces of your dreams surface with time.

tastes. tastes of that americana air passing over the boarder. tastes of montrose dope in the summer evenings. tastes of a killers gun powder filling your lungs. tastes of the frothy blood drowning your body.