Fucking Bitch Fucking BitchFucking Bitch by Drekeagan
Oh NO! Not HER again! What the heck's she up to this time!?
In case you haven't already guessed, I'm talking about HER, that rude, nasty, foul-mouthed little girl who thinks she's such hot shit! I don't know her name, or much else about her really, but anybody with half a brain can attest to what an unpleasant brat she is.
She generally comes this way in the mid-to-late afternoon, (probably sleeps until one in the afternoon) cruising along on her skateboard while listening to heavy metal, punk rock and gangster rap on her headphones with the volume WAY too fucking high and stuffing her face with cookies or chips. That Wonder Woman backpack of hers seems to carry a near endless supply of contraceptives and store-bought snacks, and she has an unfortunate habit of sagging her pleated-plaid miniskirt and exposing her black emo-girl pant
Dear High School Friend Dear High School FriendDear High School Friend by Drekeagan
I haven't seen you in quite awhile.
It's been years since I've heard your voice.
I'm not sure if you've missed me,
But I was mad when you moved away.
I've since stopped caring that you're gone,
But I'd still welcome you back with open arms ...
Dear Deities Dear DeitiesDear Deities by Drekeagan
I'll assume for a moment that you even exist outside of stories,
So don't be surprised if I speak nothing but heresy.
You ask a lot of me, demanding unwavering devotion and faith,
While refusing to even show me your face.
Some say they've seen, felt, and even spoken to you,
And tell me that I've sinned for holding you in low regard,
But I couldn't care less what you or your chosen think!
Strangers To Me Strangers To MeStrangers To Me by Drekeagan
The strange buzzings in my brain that keep me up at night
are made up of names and faces of girls I almost knew.
Some were college crushes I proudly declared my love for,
and others were just passersby I shared a conversation with,
or who merely caught my eye.
But they all haunt me with their absence just the same,
and remind me of just how alone I sleep.
They say I'm a fool, just a dreamer
love's for fools, but I don't need to dream
Current Residence: San Francisco
deviantWEAR sizing preference: ?????????????
Print preference: whatever
Favourite genre of music: anything, as long as it sounds good
Favourite photographer: none
Favourite style of art: poetry
Operating System: mac
MP3 player of choice: ipod touch
Shell of choice: happy
Wallpaper of choice: magic wrapped awkwardly
Skin of choice: natural
Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson, Batman
Personal Quote: "people are only as happy as they think they are"