my name is casanova. i'm basically a man... good god i fucking love a man with swagger. give me a punk. a good old fashioned, honest to god, anarchy loving, mohawked, leather jacket wearing, pierced and tattooed asshole with his middle finger raised in the air like a victory flag shouting "FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING STAND FOR YOU PRETENTIOUS MOTHERFUCKS." fuck me. my ex fit that description perfectly. and i am weak enough to say i miss that little jerk. we used to be fucking great. we'd go to casualties shows and he would kiss me. right in the front row. but he's gone now. and all i do is chain smoke and walk around in the cold, looking for a new him. but the truth is, he did all the work. he came to me. so now i fucking wait. in this godforsaken place. where all i do is wait. i kissed that preppy boy yesterday. i hated it. hated it hated it hated it. he tasted like chlorine. it felt so wrong i wanted to puke. i'm gonna burn this place to the fucking ground. swear to god.

...screaming put your hands in the sky, he says, give it up boy give it up or you're gonna die. you'll get a bullet in the back of the neck, in the back of the neck right between the eyes. one of my favorite memories: it was fucking cold as hell, and it was snowing. soft and grey and the snow muted everything. there was no sound. i was in the parking lot. it was just getting plowed and the man in the plow was staring me down. staring me down as i chain smoked and he drove by. but it looked so fucking pretty. watching the smoke in the soft and grey and silent. i flicked my last cig, walked towards the store. stopped just as a family was walking by. and i threw up in front of their little girl. laughed and walked away. you should've seen the looks on their faces.

i'm like a fucking saint over here. exhale your anger baby. let me save you. you can yell, you can scream, you can spit. you can hurt all you want. release. release. just pour it out. let the cascades of your rage drown out these idiots. okay? okay.

this video is beautiful. is beautiful. is beautiful. is beautiful. is beautiful. when i was having surgery i could taste the blood. the blood.

reb00t. i want to give you beautiful. i want to give you grace. werd up homes. i like a little destruction. a little napalm a little lace. rebirth and renewal. i am soft and fresh. this isn’t about understanding anymore. gimme some brass knucks. i wanna fuel the fire.