THE MAMMOTH MOTH APPROACHES!

I'm Tyler, which apparantly translates to "Embryonic Crusader" in the language of morons. I'm a junior in high school, and I feel like a twenty-five - maybe thirty year old. I'm tryin' to change that, and it's goin' alright I suppose. I only got on this thing 'cause of my sister in life, Sara Rachel Trauterman, but I'm staying for fuckyeahconor. I like every kind of music, just about every kind of movie, and I'm equally passionate about both mediums. I hate autobiographies (not sure why) and my favorite part of my life's story is every part that hasn't happened yet. On that note, here's to the future, to movies, to music, a good book, and to you. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.

Posted on Sunday, 25 October 2009

Waste of Paint is an awesome song.

“Thank you, please
but your flattery
is truly not
becoming me.
Your eyes are poor.
You’re blind.
You see,
no beauty could have come from me.
I’m a waste
of breath,
of space,
of time.”

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