Just randomness pulled out of Sparksfire's ass

Cows go moo...
so does your mum.

PENIS!

Great, now I got your attention. And I have absolutely no idea what to do with it. It's not surprising, I've accomplished nothing during the school holidays. Damn you Wolf for earning money when I can't!
Don't you think it's weird at night when you feel like you can just stay up for hours, then you force yourself to go to bed. And in the morning, you have to drag your goddamn lazy ass and legs out. They're sore from doing nothing. How nice.
Oh, I've just arranged to meet at Joondalup with a friend tomorrow. 10 or 11??? Oh shit. I can tell from the day before. I'm gonna be late meeting her, and I can imagine myself sending that text going, "I'm almost there"
I predict things better than Wolf Cub's destiny dice. :)

xoxo
$parks

:)

Trust me when I say,
That there is such a thing,
That can take your breathe away,
Take you under its wing.

A smile, a laugh, a hug, a kiss,
Each connecting and strengthing the bond,
For after this, it'll be you that I miss,
Trust me, my heart is not wrong.

A text, a call, a visit from you,
Each spin my head and quicken my breath,
For now I believe that our bond is true,
Now and forever, as it is in death.

Trust me, please, when I say,
That your mind can be taken away from you,
Your thoughts can always go astray,
And leave you confused, without a clue.

Sweetie, its called love.




xoxo
$parks

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'Early morning sunlight,
Just as bright as moonlight,
Get out of bed,
Reawake from the dead,
Beginning of school's in sight.

Time's moving slower,
Expectations so much lower,
For you to judge,
And hold a grudge,
But alas, I'm no heart thrower.

A whole new difficult world,
The emotions and thoughts swirled,
Friends are betrayed, Hearts are played,
The whole thing's a masquerade,
Schemes and lies are all unfurled.

Truth is hidden behind every face,
Stored away in an enclosed place,
Who we truly are,
Is seen only as a scar,
As we attempt to upstage the set pace.

Names and labels are all there,
Jock, Geek, Loser, I never said it was fair,
The labels emerge and ready to go,
From habits, looks, what we know,
To how rich we are and what we wear.

I'm an Emo, so I have to be depressed,
I'm a smart girl, so I have to ace every test,
I'm quarterback, I never cry,
I'm a screw up, I never try,
I'm a cheerleader, so I always have to look my best.

I don't love clothes just because I'm gay,
And just because I'm shy, I still get a say,
I'm being happy not high,
That's something I won't deny,
But I guess the label's here to stay.

It might sound harsh, it might be cruel,
And incredibly dangerous for any fool,
But if you're prepared,
As if we cared,
Coz hon, this is just high school.'


Genius, brilliant and absolutely true
Only flaw is that I wasn't the one to write it
It was written by someone on deviantart
...which is where kris-wilson is. Lol.

xoxo
$parks