Peter Kiernan's Mystery Infinity

I just see girls i pictured myself with be a lot happier with other guys

it gives me envy like the greenest eyes

but it makes me feel better when they’re doing well for themselves

Push yourself down… and then eventually you just realize that you’re the right one all along

And then you’re like

fuck this

fuck being depressed for no reason

breaking my heart with your love treason

You’ll come when I least expect it

dont ever make someone else a main priority

you will never let yourself down on her authority

plus youre too good for most girls is what she said, most girls will just end up hurting you in the end 

Why because they are of lower quality than yourself and you reflect too much on oneself 

Maybe the one who tells me these statements is really the girl I should mate with

But it never comes out right, these variables keep coming into light

And we give each other that same advice and keep each other acting nice

but the truth hurts and its choking like a vice

I guess just friends would suffice as we find our own paths into another’s pants

And then you’re like

fuck this

fuck being depressed for no reason

breaking my heart with your love treason

Sometimes you have the pretty ones who ignore the world’s problems and you have the gorgeous one who will see its ugly side, people with no pride

Of course the trees and leaves are flawless because they don’t have lies in them

The corporations we all buy into is like burning hot branding right in you

Put a pretty one face on it and we’ll all buy right into shit

But she knows there’s more then just being gorgeous and building hate forges

No triple sixes in your actions and have human passion not demon CEOs and making people going through life like a game show

And gorgeous one realizes these things and takes it all like she needs to protect us, she’s so honest with us and she is distressed with world’s stress.

She doesn’t need to undress to impress us because she’s the best in a long dress

Unlike the others who put the cover up on the ones who are fucked up, trying to put steel wool, scrubbing over the dark grease when all the gorgeous one wants is peace. 

And she takes what the world has to give, even if it pushes her to dive off a cliff but we should stop doing that and let her just live

Because she’s the only Gorgeous One 

It’s going to be Gin. Gin and Tonics. Gin just always Gin. 1.75 liters of gin

Theres no time for it haha

Sorry I’ve been away. I’ve been so busy and things seem to be changing quickly on me. I feel alone again, but I always rise up from the ashes…and better then before. You’ll see. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’ll see. I’m preparing myself for the best, so I hope you’re ready to watch me do just that

Richard Kiernan. I don’t remember what age he died, but it was young, in his 60’s. Heart Attack if I remember correctly.

He was a funny guy, or so I try to remember. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him and his huge rimmed glasses. I see family portraits and I wonder if my dad ever misses him. I don’t remember much because he died when I was very young, but my dad and I visit his grave sometimes, so I feel connected in some sense. He was an advertising guy, a guy who grew up on the media so he took an automatic interest in it. He was a hard working guy, raising 6 kids was not easy I’m sure.

His father is Walter Kiernan; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Kiernan

So I see where my love of advertising comes from. I guess sometimes I see myself as traits from both sides.

Anyways, like I said, theres no point to these, I guess they’re just for me. 

Domonick P. Zotti; aged 92. Born 1917.

In summary: One badass army dude, fought in so many wars, kicked ass and raised a family by himself. Had to cut ice when he was 13, supported his family then, then got odd jobs and was awesome to support my mom and her siblings. He was known for his large stature and his even larger heart. My fondest memories are when I was young he used to bring me to the cigar store and buy himself some cigars while buying me candy. He used to drive an old station wagon. It was blue and huge on the inside. He used to slip me money and told me to not tell my mom. His house seemed to go on forever, but I never got to see all of it. The rug had a specific smell, and the leather furniture was too nice to put your feet up on.

He died in 2010… February I believe.

I think some of him lives on in me, and I’m damned happy about that.

(I have no idea why I wrote this post, just late night thoughts I guess)

“I wanted to destroy something beautiful”

Scarred skin, burning bleach, and steel wool

My horoscope said to avoid the Taurus Bull

But that Cow should have this Scorpio Soul

Should have known my galaxy was a black hole

The love was countless celsius colder than the North Pole

“What’s wrong with you, don’t you have self control?”

I honestly didn’t want to have someone to console

Because maybe I am just this asshole

Because maybe you were the right one

Because maybe I didn’t want to fight none

Because maybe I took what I did and spun

It right back into you

Because I’m not right for you

Because maybe I’m the carnival kin

Eyes that look like lizard’s skin

Because maybe I wanted to hear the violin

Plays when you sympathize with a has been

I still walk away everytime anyway

I still walk away anytime everyday

Sometimes you have the pretty ones who ignore the world’s problems and you have the gorgeous one who will see its ugly side, people with no pride

Of course the trees and leaves are flawless because they don’t have lies in them

The corporations we all buy into is like burning hot branding right in you

Put a pretty one face on it and we’ll all buy right into shit

But she knows there’s more then just being gorgeous and building hate forges

No triple sixes in your actions and have human passion not demon CEOs and making people going through life like a game show

And gorgeous one realizes these things and takes it all like she needs to protect us, she’s so honest with us and she is distressed with world’s stress.

She doesn’t need to undress to impress us because she’s the best in a long dress

Unlike the others who put the cover up on the ones who are fucked up, trying to put steel wool, scrubbing over the dark grease when all the gorgeous one wants is peace. 

And she takes what the world has to give, even if it pushes her to dive off a cliff but we should stop doing that and let her just live

Because she’s the only Gorgeous One 

Anonymous asked: the girls you like dont like you and you dont like the girls that do like you...

What a paradox; I guess you may be right. But I’m looking to change my ways and try to get in touch with the ones who do.
But people tell me not to settle…sometimes I feel like I like people JUST because they like me.

Is that wrong?

I’ll have to figure that out on my own.

But thank you

Anonymous asked: when i first met you i found you very attractive. i think the fact that you're a really great guy is intimidating.

That confuses me forever

Well, thank goodness I found a computer to use on my fantastic vacation!
Altogether, it’s awesome. I’m going home tomorrow which should be good too, I miss home.
I got swimmer’s ear; AGAIN; I’m going for the most consecutive amount of swimmer’s ear per lifetime. I probably hold the record.

On a less happy side note:
I feel that nobody gives me a chance. I feel like I’m not initially attractive to girls, like maybe I’m too big or I’m not tattooed or have a look they like. It sucks cause the girls I’m usually into aren’t into guys like me. It’s been bothering me a lot lately and I’ve done nothing but doubt myself. I need to change myself, improve.

I’m really a great guy.

Tomorrow I’m headed to see my cousin Chad get married; have a good old reception, that fun stuff.

Then the day after, it’s ATLANTIC CITY FOR 3 DAYS.

I’m glad I’m getting a vacation, home was getting pretty stale anyways.

I’ll be on all night tonight because I’m a procrastinator.

But I won’t be updating.

If you follow me like that

and/or care.