by Skrooker » Sun Sep 14, 2014 3:10 pm
I have an extremely STR8NG urge t8 make butt8ns 8r enamel pins with the card suits 8n them and start s8me s8rt 8f Midnight Crew club thing at my sch∞l.
An extremely n8npr8ductive club in which all we w8uld d8 is eat fr8zen y8gurt fr8m Sweet Cici's, stay up late, and c8mplain ab8ut pr8blems with s8ciety and keep arguing that we're t8tally n8t s8cial 8utcasts.
8kay, that w8uldn't even be a club.
That'd just be a gang.
A gang 8f s8cial 8utcasts wh8 d8n't c8ntribute t8 s8ciety in any way, n8r d8 we harm it, but sit ar8und and c8mplain ab8ut it anyway.
S8 pretty much what I d8 with my buddies anyway, just minus the butt8ns/pins and fr8-y8.
G8d I'm s8 lame.
”And if they ever hear my name, will they know I walked alone
Around these dusty streets, my tired old home?
And will they ever stop to think what was here before? no
They won't remember that I'm gone"
~"Die Anywhere Else"/Alec Holowka