I-Mockery Chat (Lube up those lips)

[Matt Harty]

Fuck you asshole, you knew I was right here.

[Matt Harty]

HAY HUNNY!

[Matt Harty]

Fuck this, i'm walking to school.

[Matt Harty]

@ SCHOOL

[Matt Harty]

TALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALK

[Matt Harty]

EXCUSE ME it is time to teach

[Matt Harty]

TODAY WE WILL ALL LEARN HOW TO POUR DASANI INTO A CUP

[Matt Harty]

I wouldn't feel bad if a car flew through that window and killed you right now.

[Matt Harty]

LOL

[Matt Harty]

The End, thank you.

[Matt Harty]

MAKIN DA BAND VOLUME III

[Matt Harty]

RIGHTFULLY THE CHILDREN DECIDED TO NAME THEMSELVES



THEIR LIVES WERE CHRONICALED AS PART OF AN MTV REALITY SHOW

THIS IS THE RAW UNCUT FOOTAGE

[Big McLargehuge]

With morning came spring, you could almost hear the flowers popping as they bloomed. The taste of sweet nectarine air hung so thick that I swam in a sea of syrup. And my entire being was joy. Life was more simple and more sweet, then I could ever recapture in later months. My color was blue and sometimes yellow. Mostly green. JOY.

Creeping along the day became summer, joy faded and was replaced with nerves. Electric wires hummed the indecision that had begun to wrap my life. I went everywhere getting nowhere. Somewhere along the way my hand found another and wrapped tight. Arms swinging with the motion of the swing set universe. Summer was marked here and there with palpable joy and momentary contentment.

I watched the clock hands swing past noon. On into the lazy days of late afternoon, autumn. My life found a track about 4pm and stuck to it, I could feel that old contentment grow, entwining me, vine-wise. The outrage of pure joy was rarer but I no longer needed that insane delight I once craved.

Now twilight, and winter. Colder than I could imagine I wrap up in blankets. Sit by fires. Warm my dying bones with the hands that couldn’t wrap mine anymore cause of the cold. The sun was already mostly set and I was looking forward to a little darkness for a change of pace. But with the dark I became tired. Shuffling to my room I lay in bed, introspective. Unsure whether my day was worth it, or if I spent all the time with trivialities. I wonder as I feel my eyes close whether I would wake up, or dream.

[Matt Harty]

IT ALL STARTED IN MR. HARVEYS PSYCHICS AP CLASS

[Matt Harty]

AWWW F***C WHATS THE ANSWERS

[Matt Harty]

FART

[Matt Harty]

Think she'd notice if we went on the computers?

[Matt Harty]

HAHA WUT NOW BITCH

[Matt Harty]

YO LOL DID YOUR SHIRT JUST CHANGE

[Matt Harty]

THEN THEY MET DOBLER

[Matt Harty]

HAHA U BITCHES R GONNA BE IN MY BAND

[Matt Harty]

THEN MADDEN SHOWED UP

[Matt Harty]

HAHA U 3 BITCHES ARE GONA BE IN MY BAND

[Matt Harty]

YO FAGGOTS JUST MAKE ONE BAND ;P

[Matt Harty]

MARCH BITCHES I WANT SUM CHEESCAKE