Leviticus O. Jones
twenty five!

I served out my detentionLIKEfamily
in the end i got an honorable mentionPARTNERSincrime
when the moonlight, hits your bright eyes i go blindCHILDHOODfriends
if you say this makes you happyCRUSHmutual
Keep quiet,FLIRTing
Nothing comes as easy as youLUSTing
Can I lay in your bed all day?ONE NIGHTstand
So wear me like a locket around your throatFLEETINGglances
And the poets are just kids who didn't make itANNOYance
" Long story short. When she was ten, she snuck away from the “tibble twins” and wound up in my room somehow. I don’t understand why she even hung out with them. She didn’t know they could have molested her. Erm. She didn’t even know if she cam into my room I wouldn’t molest her. Haha. Who knows? I could have pulled out that old box I have somewhere, and pulled a “dick in a box” on her. If it had been invented back then. Who knows, I still have time. I just need to go cut a hole in some cardboard, and glue to my jeans. Hmm. Christmas may come early this year. Along with vision scarring. Eh, not like she hasn’t seen it before. Hell, not like she hasn’t touched it before. Yeah, I know, I’m a pissy bitch. But I have a right. Don’t I? Eh. My brain tells me I do. I’ll trust old Pinkie. Still, I need to go find an appropriate sized box. And some double sided tape-preferably duct. Duck tape solves everything. Did I mention the time I might or might not have slapped duct tape over Bella mouth once, just to shut her up? Yeah, usually I’m the one that needs shutting up, but argh. This one time, she just kept going on and on and on, and I was trying to concentrate on something, probably a video game or something, and she was fiddling with the tape, so I just stole it from her, violently ripped a piece off and shoved it over her lips (which had been moving in the process, it was kinda funny). Well, actually, I guess not so long story short. Maybe just long. Fucking ten years. How am I not like, dead and bonded in a ditch somewhere? Honestly. Am I adding insult to injury even trying to answer this? Where’s a wall to punch when I need it? Yeah, one time, I kind of got really frustrated, and “angsty” and I punched a hole in the dry wall. I practically broke my knuckles. It hurt like a mother. But yet, Bella sprung out of no where with the yellow pages, and nearly smacked me upside the head with the book, telling me to call some one to fix the wall before I was put through it. I wouldn’t have put it past her to do it herself. Yeah, so shoot me I feel a twinge of remorse that we had sex, so fucking shoot me. I probably wouldn’t be so gauche if she hadn’t bullshitted me with that “oooh, totally rad, best ever” shit. anyways, besides that. Honestly, we’re too much alike when it comes to being stubborn and annoying as fuck. I mean, regularly never admit I’m mulish, since well, I don’t. but for this I will. We’ll have this fall out, and then like, a few days later, one will crack, and basically be on the doorstep. Well, that’s more me, because I’m needy and obnoxious. You’d think we hate each other by the things we say to each other sometimes. I still find it creepy I befriended a ten-year-old. Hey, you can’t win all the battles. I lost to age a long time ago. I didn’t age well. She only likes me for my body. Ahaha. Ew, I’m kinda disgusting looking naked. Anyways. Yeah."