Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
You say you want a revolution, well you know we all want to change the world
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
darling you're not thinking straight
Saturday, August 15, 2009
vitamin water
hold on tight
same as it never was
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
i've lived a thousand years and its never bothered me
all for one, and one for all
i always ask myself this
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
i'm too abstract to be romantic
I asked if you’d seen any good horror movies lately. You said “There aren’t any good horror movies anymore. In the 90’s we were scared of the end of the world, so we made movies about that. In the 80’s it was serial killers and psychopaths. Today, we just turn on the news"
It would be nice to have good horror movies again
like this is new to you
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless. These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night. If all your life, you’ve done what’s right, don’t say you felt obliged. Come along use your timid tongue, too shy to tell your story. This pain in you so far removed from anything you’ve known. So I won’t condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire. Just come see me again when it burns. Somewhere here along the way, well I was lead astray by a wolf in no ones clothing it was a brilliant disguise. And I forgot that life existed I thought it was just some kind of game. That’s what brings me to your doorstep, though I don’t know why I came today
Monday, August 10, 2009
everyone else is to blame
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Please come back
Saturday, August 8, 2009
It'd be nice if you could stay a while
can anybody find me
Friday, August 7, 2009
today is the day i tell the truth
Sometimes it matters, and sometimes it doesn't
the good, the bad and the ugly
love, hate, and then there's you
i wont let go of your hand
The moment my skin brushed against yours
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The cigarette smoke in your eyes, Watching a stripper and smacking a bloke here tonight
a certain romance
I don't ever want to hate you, So don't show me your bed, The only roads are cul-de-sacs, The only ends are dead. Temptation greets you like your naughty mate, One that made you steal and set things on fire, But one you haven't seen of late. And I said that kind of talk, Only adds intrigue, To the cauldron of thought, It's already exceeding, Temptation, the very thing that held her back
man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth
He stares at his reflection, It stares back, he squints his eyes until his face is blurred. He opens them as wide as he can, shakes his hair into his face. He takes off his shirt and flexes his arms, does all of the most ridiculous bodybuilder poses he can think of. He tries to make the muscles in his chest jump. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times, snaps his teeth at his reflection. He runs his tongue over his braces, turns his face from side to side, hes alright, he thinks
we fought mightily, the bush and i. i'm not sure who won; the bush is still standing and i have several deep cuts
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