Iniquity of Flitzanu

You can always tell who will make a bad girlfriend by the number of friends that they have or don’t have. — the Hammer

posted some new pics on the foto site… http://flitzanu.fotopic.net

My compassion is broken now my will is eroded now desire is broken now it makes me feel alive im on my knees and burnin’ my piss and moans are the fuel that sets my head on fire so smell my soul burn im broken lookin’ up to see the enemy and i have swallowed […]

i found the best subtle irony yesterday…i was gothing it up, chic style, looking in hot topic for some body jewelry and i found a great tshirt. the line was actually close to another one i found, and i wanted to get it..but…… ok, the shirt says “chicks dig scrawny pale guys” that’s just funny….its […]

happy bday to my brother yesterday, seems there will be a trend of women fucking things up for my family name this year. hey ladies, can’t you pick a better fucking day to act like a fucking moron and psycho than someone’s birthday? show some fucking respect… but…karma finds it’s way around. there are a […]

A sizzling connection with an unlikely candidate has got you a bit confused. They’re nothing like the people you’re usually attracted to — and that is a good thing. Don’t be afraid to try something new! —- yeah, cmon, wtf…i already know what happens when i try new things with people that “aren’t like” the […]

when drastic things are going on in life, for some idiotic reason i find myself thinking and missing those people that were once so close to me…and i haven’t fully understood why…those faces from the past that i became such close friends with, or the ones that held more…my danielle, my dear crystal, and even […]

will you remember the times i looked at you, will you remember how i touched your skin? will you ignore the way i treated you, will you ignore how things could’ve been? will you forget so easily the things i did for you, will you forget how broken your soul was? will you cast aside […]

there’s still traces of me in your veins……..

the ants are in the sugarthe muscles atrophiedwe’re on the other side, the screen is us and we’re t.v.spread me open,sticking to my pointy ribsare all your infants in abortion cribsI was born into thiseverything turns to shitthe boy that you loved is the man that you fearpray until your number,asleep from all your pain,your […]