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<*thirteen*> "Let patience have her perfect work" ..discrete discrepancies of a burning bush.. to be writing infinity into sands is to further bloody these hands. but it shouldnt be hard. it shouldnt be hard to further bloody these hands... and so began the bullet games. and so begin these bullet games. it shouldt be hard. it shouldnt be hard. and the clocks are striking. all the clocks are striking thirteen. <.................................................>
                                           to george           {It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. }

<*smoke*> he races time and his pulse at night. and raises his glass to the witness. Petticoat tears for his cigarette smile. and a laugh. that says 'i would never hold you down" i would never hold you down. and so he waits. he waits dead or alive. dead or alive. Loved. Loved. I see smoke in your eyes. i see smoke in your eyes, pretty one. Zippering words like railroad signs and wishes and WISHES and lullibies. Cover your skin in city lies. the walls are thin.the walls are thin. (sing again) you let go. He Let go. You let go loved. LOVed. Loved Loved. i see smoke in your eyes. i see smoke in your eyes i see smoke in your eyes pretty one. ~~~~ For Shean      {"He and Space and the colors and the music were the same thing. His body had drifted into them like smoke into the sky and now he like them was a portion of time."}

 

<*a lie*> Alone. this city walks around you. Alone in the smile you share for the world. A lie. A lie. And all this talk of wasting.. has gotten me blue. gotten me blue. I am the body underneath you. am the clothes i have yet to put on. A lie. A lie and no one to show for your troubles. A lie. A lie. I am your bed you only sleep for me. i am your bed tuck in deep. night. fickle as you've become you are more then ths one. you are more then nothing. Fickle as you've become you are more then this one you are more then nothing. and all this talk of wasting has gotten me blue. gotten me blue. A lie..... a lie... and no one to show for your troubles.~~~~~~for being alone & sheanandkatie

<*hurt*> set me loose and i'll burn down your skies... you've got  peices mixed up to a simple pie. so MAKE IT LOUD when you fuck her. make it hard to live a little longer . you stupid  little boy MAKE IT HURT make it hurt. you've got the answers you'll just turn away.. a single disaster a stupid lay. i think its kind of funny you dont hold her at night and it think its kinda funny that you dont kiss in time so MAKE it LOUd when you fuck her MAKE it HARD to live a little longer make it hurt when you fuck her make it hurt to live a little longer. MAKE IT HURT make it hurt.~~~~~ a jealous song from katie

 

<*peices*>~~~~~~~~ for myself and for Shean

<*waitress*> for the guilty people on demand........I've been looking too much at mirrors and now i'm too high to land. i'm sick of playing the victim when i have the upper hand. So cut me for the pew. cop me for the waitress. because i'm too sick to veiw. i'm sick of the wasteland. So hate me love me tie me with pretty string. I'm a puppet, an incest.. {(an) insult without (a) voice.} i'm sick of playing the victim when i have the upper hand. So cut me for the pew. cop me for the waitress for i'm too sick to veiw. i'm tired of the wasteland.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~for myself

 

<*falling*>whisper good wishes to strangers give in if your not laughing yet. i want to be written in sand and break with the waves. but i guess this is called falling asleep. i guess this is called falling asleep. I'm a widow of cauldrons and wakings at dawn. i find beauty through chaos and opportunity in tragedy. CAtchers and givers and goings on below. i am the canvas that burdens echoes. but i got lucky this time. i got lucky this time. i am dying from the inside. i am dying on the inside. I live to trespass on your body to pention the weak. to breathe unwritten words. to live a melody. but i am dying. i am dying from the inside. i guess this is called falling asleep. i guess this is called falling asleep. and i guess this is called falling asleep.~~~~~ for shean

<*takeoff*> something about this puts me in the way. everything about you puts me to shame. its your different sides. Its  your different sides i cannot read. everybody laugh. everybody laugh at me. your a possibility, all of this is honest. people like you make me. Take off. take off... every kiss every lover touches that woo me under. YOu wrote this song for people like you. you wrote this song to show your simple sides. {i cannot read} but i can write you down. i can write you down. everybody laugh everybody laugh at me.your a possibility all of this is honest people like you make me takeoff. take off... its your simple sides. your simple sides your simple sides.~~~~~~~~~for shean

<*lost*> pedal your loss. wipe the streets with your name. stagger your heart mark every peice with its fame. my revolver has the weight of an angel. my revolver hath the weight. and my cause is remembered and my cause is remembered. i am lost with every peice of you. every cause a memory every heart bleeds true. we are the people of our regret. we are the people of our regret. theres nothing you can cry that will raise and answer theres nothing you can hold that will get what your after. i am lost with every peice of you. every heart is a memory every trust comes true. All the same you cant escape. Every wish is something you can explain theres nothing you can call that will raise an answer. theres nothing you can own that will get what your after. i am lost with every peice of you. every life is a memory, everything saught come true.~~~~ 'hey melanie, can i write a song and dedicate it to you?" "do it." hence: to melanie

<*whitegold*> oh how the river solemnly swore that you would come between us. and oh how i hoped against hopes that you would come between. and how i wish that we had spoken. sister forget your man. sister forget your man. white gold this perfect man white gold this perfect man. lust and hope craves for our regret but you can deliver me with your dance. with this dance. white gold this perfect man. white gold sister forget your man sister forget your man. and all i ever had was all that i wanted except for the true thing: to be the one you love. white gold your perfect man. white gold.~~~~written about people who scare you for their greatness . {tom gibson}

<*betweenthelines*> raise my head, consider this, catching rain and cinnamon: Black and white so much that theres only in between.. and all i ask is: what if this is life? stuck in a cry, a buring race for personality. and i can read between the line and i can read between the lines. safe for my soul i resign guilty pleasures for the broken hearted. and every wish has a sigh. and every word is a last kiss goodbye. and all i ask is what if this is life? stuck in a cry a burning race for personality and i can read between the lines.~~~ shean & ryan

 
<*pendullum*> the vanilla of the open rays underwrite the guise of gates to be carried only by angels wings. blinded by a paradise we can only dream to diserve we've got no one to follow and we've lost the will to learn. but we've all got an ocean we've all had a vice so come on down and tell ME what its like. the ocean cries in this place. we love nothing we cannot claim. i've got all i want in these hands. silently screaming the damn of man. why do we suffer so? i don't know why we bother anymore. but we've all got an ocean . we;ve all had advice so come on down and tell me what its like. devils own we don't care anymore devils own we don't care anymore. SO let it all out, tonight we find our way and the ocean will rise again. i want to ride on the vanillla sky~~~~
 
<*anon*> i dont know what you mean by torture of the gods i am afraid. i watched people grow empty. men turned to slaves. we cannot forsake them. we cannot woo or break them. of whats taken is of what we sing. crying over our broken wings. but our spirits are still free. they breathe liberty. we cannot bind the future because its already here, subtle in these ways.>>>>><<<<<<can you hear this sound? liberty. we cannot bind the future for its already here. jealous in its ways. We cannot bind the future cause its already here subtle in its ways.
 
<*take five*>you start with the simple rythm of the soul. aim high hit low. its such a simple tocuh you cant deny. take five loose control. every littlebit of our soul has taken time for that goal. and if you aim for leisure you can go if you take the time to realise you've got soul. rectify the standards that sank low. take five take control. give yourslef a kiss for everytime you luck out for you should be the first to laugh it out. Just remember heavens where your gonna go if you keep the rythm keep that soul. take five.
 
<*daylights*> this terror without a thorn. this heart cannot be torn no life cannot be reborn. i will receive you. and the daylight is coming in through this rusted pane. and the daylight's coming in and i'm not afraid. day unwon. where no spirit can shake us. no laws create us. we are free. open arms contain us and there are no regrets. no regrets. day unwon. where you abandon the one you love with no regret. vancancies leave your angel this ghost world must pass. these rays of light before me through ivory and through glass. and the daylights coming in. in the light where we pretend. and the day lights coming in. bridge before me. bridge before me.~~~stephen and emily kiley
 
<*why*> the sound left as whiteness goes. like a child dirt upron clothes. how sweetly it came and how badly it left. like dying from the bars upon your chest. and your freedom was swept away. why. why why must i cry for you. everything we had was truth now where has that gone in you. These bones these bones that you break have no reason to stay. white horses. white horses on a red sunset. images we can forget. your spirit flies high against the world but you cannot raise your voice to be heard. why why must i rise for you. everything we had was truth now everything within means nothing. scream raise your voice. breathe you have no choice. you feel like judas iscarot sinner so great you cannot bear it. would it be wrong to shed a tear for what we've done all these years. why why must i cry for you. everything we had was true now where has that gone in you.~~~~ (SHITTIEST SONG IN THE WORLD) nathaniel
 
 
<*haunted*> lay me down in feilds of righteousness. i know when i go i wont be wanted. shadow on my face and devil on my back, i deal in clay dices. we die where we dwell, in golden vices. ready to run and ready to burn. flying to the sun like a blind bird. apying for our sins. wornful laughs and hurt-filled grins. lay down your swords where warm bodies lay. where life once poured where vengance stays. if you wait they will haunt you. if you stay they will haunt you.
 
<*Self Battle*> Our self battle has just begun, we believe
   we are the only ones. Clenched fists show the real pain,
   do you want your children to feel the same? when
   temptation outweighs the ocean, uncertainty the fix of
   the potion, this isn't a balanced commotion. Don't build
   your houses of gold, you aim high but you end up low,
   this true lies are getting old. but where are you now
   where can this truth be found, our children are already in
   the ground and our hearts live in the crowd. Our
   indifferent sholders are raised up high, and our souls ask
   us why. our teeth are bleached are eyes our scoured, who
   have we put in power? Our souls have grown weary and
   old, morals will be gone down the road, these true lies are
   getting old. But where are you now? where can this trith
   be found, our children are already in the ground, and our
   hearts beaten down.~~~~
 
  <*My Friend*> When new world life suddenly
   seems unclear, reflections of old nemesis do
   reappear. but their gone, they don't even
   phase me, i can't see them chase me
   because of you, the best days of my life are
   the days i'm meeting you. My dear friend, i
   love you. Through montains i hear them call, i
   don't have to cry for them i can see their
   faults. In your light, the worlds a perfect
   sight. when i hear you call, i'll be there to
   make it right and make you tall. my friend, my
   friend, my friend. I think of the ways people
   have touched me like clay, moulded me away
   from what I've meant to be. then you were
   there, resurected me like spring, you're my
   redemption you make a smile out of tortured
   things. my friend my friend my friend Away
   from me now, the bearer of the sadness
   crown, you took away my greif, you make the
   greatest thing from the lowest theif.. my
   friend my friend my friend my friend i love
   you. ~~~ sara and colleen
<*lifted*> I cried myself
                                          awake, with memories of
                                          yesterday. I Bear the sorrow
                                          sheild, what i miss i cannot
                                          feel. I look for comfort in the
                                          skies, i see only desception in
                                          your eyes. WHy did you say, why
                                          did our love fade? Why did you
                                          pray, we'd be lifted. Loves
                                          lost, loves fade, what i can't
                                          see can't fade away... what is
                                          your love if you won't give it?
                                          Find your love when it flies
                                          away, find your love when it is
                                          lifted. why did you say we'd be
                                          lifted? why don't we stay.
                                        Gifted.~~~Nathaniel and the smashing pumpkins
  <* distant shore*> A daughter flies, to a
                                          distant shore. Her father is vacant, he doen't
                                          know her anymore. He used to beleive those
                                          blue eyes, everyday, what a waste of
                                          innocence, what the rich will throw away.
                                          Sha la la la, my child is gone, sha la la la, my
                                          heart is torn. You go through life almost
                                          completely alone, then you find a man to
                                          call your own. Then one day he leaves by his
                                          wish or yours, what a waste of innocence,
                                          you should've known when it rains it pours.
                                          Sha la la la, your pains your own, sha la la
                                          la, i can't take this anymore, gotta find my
                                          way, in this world again, gotta find my
                                          innocence in this world again. finally your
                                          life feels complete, you've found your own
                                          love with which no one can compete, you've
                                          found a pair of blue eyes you can beleive
                                          everyday, you've found your innocence in
                                          the form of a babe. Sha la la la, i found my
                                          child, sha la la la all is reconciled. I found
                                          my innocence in this world again, i found my
                                          way, in this world again.~~~hollie and dad
 
 
                                                            <*to be myslef*>
                                          So cry, i can't think to be myself can't hide, from
                                          this consequential wealth what's this about us? i
                                          can't wait to be myself. theses poppies grow
                                          stained, from our faceless brothers grave if the
                                          second came, they'd beat him till he tamed when
                                          the earth is lost and scarred Hold on to yourself,
                                          when the feeling's gone can you tell? Hold on to
                                          yourself, when the feeling's gone can you tell?
                                          when i was young, weakened heart and
                                          blackened lung. i trample your side, in allegence
                                          to the hive. i am this kosher, i am what i see. i
                                          am this culture, i am what bleeds what i am not.
                                          cannot be. what i have sung is a memory .WHAT I
                                          HAVE SOLD IS UNLIKE ME i am your           torture,   i am the beast i am nothing, like a tear to the sea.          
                                          we cannot forget these lives, we have to love our
                                          brothers and fight the hive. I can't wait to be
                                          myself hold on to yourself...~~~~
 
<*a hollow sound*>         My friends and faithless lovers have led me here. of where we went: i cannot relearn those tears. I wear this pardon, i frame this frown, and from where i've been: a hollow sound. This love lost because of you. You'll be forgiven love. Whisper on your pillow, silver of the past. Repremand your silohette all you have is that/ fairness is grand. I wear this pardon I frame this frown, and of where i've been a hollow sound. This hero lost you'll be forgiven love. You'll be forgiven love. Frailty becomes you, everyone else comes last. when truth comes to: has silver turned to glass? you'll be forgiven love, You'll be forgiven love.~~~~sara-ish
 
<*goodbye*> Silent death of old sight, breathing at day, no whisper of the night. Life of love lost faith dreary dove speaking the luliby: leading me home. Emptiness leaves marks unseen, but i can dream. better to have missed and wept than feel nothing again. though to the weary eye i look week an untried i have the power to say: goodbye. I know you love me and you miss me still. but until heaven my silence will speak. Goodbye~~~ Grandma and Aunt Effie
 
<*what this breeze will bring*> A woke up to sirens in the morning i should've known that it was a warning and as this birch taps on my window, i wonder what this breeze will blow. i wonder what this breeze will bring, will it make our hearts sing. will it bring warm breath to lung? will it be who i'll become. I left my heart to show again. I'm sorry if it matters anyway. I turned my life on for this sound:and to this gift i am bound. i wonder what this breeze will bring will it make our heart sing will it bring warm breath to lung will it be who i'll become. I've been so lucky oh the light i have seen and still i wonder what this breeze will bring.~~ nadia anyone?
 
<*demertreus*> Angel symphony, come play again because i forget. CAn i find again, can i write again am i free am i free. Am I for fault sure? or is this forever... so show me your kind of me. make me what in them you see. 'cause all the want i need is your your kind of me, my demetreus. CAn't find the words to beg: what i can't resonate is life. this gap may find a way tell me what you would say for safety to save. cursing again, im cursing you again. so show me your kind of me, make me what in her you see. all i want to be is me. I feel bad for you, let them hurt you you hurt me too. true love can never die so why do i even try to forget. CAN YOU HEAR ME CRY. can you hear me loving you?~~~John-ish midsummer nights dream
 
<*Becoming*>    I am becoming unconditionally numb. everybodyelse goes running to get to where they're from.So uptight don't knowwrong from right just get out of my face. can;t find my own direction my own pace. i am afraid of this same-day frontier. i just want to know if i'm right to feel.but i am becoming. for feeling we're ready us many us few. these fates we throw grow empty but thats just what we do. power glory, love and hate we all make the same mistakes right or wrong we meet the same fate. i am afraid of this same day frotier i just want to know whts right i want to know if i'm real. for i am becoming.~~~~this is colleens song~
 
<*confusion*>Raged eye first when i wear where i am from. the sale rate of everyone. This veil of souls arrive. the day they come is night. Obscenitiy clears my mind. reaching out for one as bright as 'I' WE don't care what's being said, it's blind this night of every man A darkened right in every man. Fallen down we breach for what lies under. where true beauty quake yeilds no thunder. When the river exceeds you let it in we will not be forsaken men.
I AM BARE I AM BARE i fear of my descent into the clear there will be no mercy here. Confusion holds you so well confusion holds you so well i fear this chaos drawing near there will be no mercy I AM BARE I AM BAREconfusionholdsyousowellconfusionholdsyousowell.~~~~Mothers Day
 
Stuck in a corner between his anger and hate: he envies the lover of his beginning hate. Here comes old revolution to let these good things pass. why is it my kindness leads this train off its track? looking back the path he used to tread.. the plain isn't so green now so to the crown he said: where has the rain gone from these tortured plains? i've tried being a moral person so why do i feel this pain?
 
Nevermind-an intrusion to mind, what you see is what you get and what boils in truth. Aren't the 'wish i'd never met' what is right cannot be true Just because i choose to forget doesn't mean disrespect to you
 
RANT>>>Unnatural light- quivering admit of it's orange song, with twin houses mocking of dimmer days gone. where embracing the depths gave comfort of might but not  this unclean, unnatural light. the city will be the death of me. perhaps the fake breed numbness. maybe they are strangling out every oriningal bone marketing monopoly versions of sin. I am becoming unconditionally numb . only reference of trees are stripped and tarred brothers holding up the veins of the city. or adolecent trees where the forest used to stand, forged purely for asthectic pleasuse of 'might'.. against this dirty-yellow 'black' of night you must appear as if in unison with your manner of living while turning form you as a being of humanity all these roads are straight but built on buried gold. You will not mark me anymore. no shame. Knowing their lack of use and working for the murderers of their kind. When you are choked by the living night these marks of suffering, this look into conscience will be seen again and i will love again. With every new step we walk into darkness pretending this night is day and trying to look as though while light is gone we will survive. This light looming through the new day marks 'here is sin' from which man is safe to not be troubled with. and then what isn't wrong about this unnartural light?
I AM AFRAID of this same-day frontier   

 
falling (the poem)
I find beauty in chaos, and opportunity in tragedy.
 I can hear the wilderness listening.
 Raping you ragged in the guise of rain Like some sort of canvas that burdens an echo
 I live in a melody. I breathe in unwritten words,
of Widows,
 of cauldrons and wakings at dawn.
permit me myself. permit me my cause.
These calls for heaven's be shakey at best, frivillous means of canter and remenance.
 I envy all that i will never hold.
I will walk where the waters bind.
i will envy nothing
i will talk of death and matches.
I've weaved this void into you. a cry. a reckoning.
I was so lightly touched that i was swallowed whole.
loosing time in just, gorgeous lapses.
i guess this is called falling asleep.

speaking of RANDOM

I let music get away with everything

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i smoke.

'It was something in your face. I thought I'd take a chance. I'm good at spotting people who don't belong. As soon as I saw you I knew you were against them.' .... Winston put his lips against her ear. 'Now,' he whispered. 'Not here,' she whispered back. 'Come back to the hide-out. It's safer.'

i hate the city
i hate the city
i hate this city
i hate the city
i hate its veins
i hate how crowded with lonlies it is 
i hate its vacant eyes
i hate everything about it except you

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i love playing live

"I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane."

I am Mad.
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AMelie    things
 
looking up at snow falling.
sugar cubes
skinny dipping
watching the dew grow
the smell of rain
old writing
new fog
clapping leaves
moving clouds
breathing
crunching snow
untamed curls
periwinkles
mud
the wind
feeling cold
making pictures

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...It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
"He and Space and the colors and the music were the same thing. His body had drifted into them like smoke into the sky and now he like them was a portion of time."
Whatever you feel, whatever it takes
Whenver it's real, whatever awaits me
Whatever you need, however so slight
Wherever it leads, whenever it's right
Honey, I'm a prize and you're a catch
And we're a perfect match
Like two bitter strangers
And now I see the long and short of it
And I could make it last
I could spit on a stranger
You're a bitter stranger
I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
I want your silent parts
The parts the birds love
I know there's such a place
I had my back turned
You didn't realize
I'm lonely

"No belts, no pins, no pads, no chafing.'
 
I have a sky, which is only half
caged, I have my weed corners,
I keep myself busy, singing
my song of roots and noses,
my song of dung, Madame,
this song offends you, these grunts
which you find oppressively sexual,
mistaking simple greed for lust.
I am yours. If you feed me garbage,
i will sing a song of garbage.
This is a hymn.
 
 
 
 
cause if it isn't making dollars then it isn't making sence. if you aren't moving unit then you're not worth the expense. if you really want to make it, then you must remember this: if it isn't penetration then it isn't worth the kiss.
you love him
and the horse he rode in
 
 
 
 
I am like powder, I am like relaxation
I am the snow, I am the snow, I am the snow
 
I live in a desert
And I let the wind make love to me
I dig in this ocean and i try to fill it with gold
Fill it to the top, fill it to the top, fill it to the top
Do you look for hope in other people's eyes
Well that may be your worst redemption
Do you feed and clothe yourself
Well that may be your best defense
I am from the moon, I am from the moon, I am from the moon,
 
 
 
Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the
sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.
- Nora Ephron
 
I felt that she felt she was  entitled to my friendship rather then having to earn it.
 
"Usually he selected someone who could not reciprocate so that he was able-cautiously, like one who tests uncertain ice, though in this case the danger was not that the ice give way but that it might hold his weight-to shift the burden of not loving, of being unable to love, onto the partner."
 
"but I don't just honor you now, I always have, and always will"
 
"its almost the worst feeling in the world, but when you do find them it feels like when a blind person can see for the first time,  or a bady laughing, a feeling of fullfilness.  But sometimes the door is closed and then  you find out what the worst feeling in the world is. ... theres no need to justify how a person feels."
 
"it's because you bare yor soul, and others do the same to you , in return, and you fall  for them, and you never know for certain if they've fallen for you"-colleen

"Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion. "

-Jack Kerouac

 
"under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
here lie they and here lie we
under the spreading chestnut tree."
 
"The fact was I had the vision...I think everyone has...what we lack is the method."-jack kerouac
 
"rescue is nothing but a cold voice"
 
"On his travels he meets a girl- he is amazed by the way she plays music and how she moves when she dances. He asks her to teach him to be like that, and she does. So now hes a part-time pirate...."
 
""i want someone who can add beauty to my voice"-jacob Hiltz
 
Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.
 
'I need complete music' -Dave
 
"i don't hate-max"
 
"i think you see things the opposite from me. The words make sense when I turn them around."-Colleen
 
"am i happy?" -andrew
 
"what your suffering from is premature elightenment"
 
"only after we've lost everything are we free to do anything"
 
"our great war is a spiritual war. our great depression is our lives"
 
I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.
 
"No fear, no distractions. The ability to make that which doesn't matter Truly slide."
 
" i just smelled a memory" -susan
 
"...i don't know.. i'm just downplaying societys need to put a label on everything." -Andrew
 
"My happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happiness is not the means to an end. It is the end."
 
All generalizations are dangerous, even this one.
 
An idea is salvation by imagination
 
Its the journey we live for...The summit of everest must be a depressing place
 
It has you

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

Silence is the virtue of fools.

corruption of praise

Progress is precarious
The majesty of nature
toxicity
Equality 7-2521
 
art music and philosophy are an example of what we would ahve if the preists hadn't gotten to us first

A perate beauty
social drinking
guide biting
doubt benefiting
marawicky
anomaly

"you love him
and the horse he rode in"
 
"and fun! you = super great fun love fun love."
 
...It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
"He and Space and the colors and the music were the same thing. His body had drifted into them like smoke into the sky and now he like them was a portion of time."
 
I have a sky, which is only half
caged, I have my weed corners,
I keep myself busy, singing
my song of roots and noses,
my song of dung, Madame,
this song offends you, these grunts
which you find oppressively sexual,
mistaking simple greed for lust.
I am yours. If you feed me garbage,
i will sing a song of garbage.
This is a hymn.

I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
I want your silent parts
The parts the birds love
I know there's such a place
I had my back turned
You didn't realize
I'm lonely

cause if it isn't making dollars then it isn't making sence. if you aren't moving unit then you're not worth the expense. if you really want to make it, then you must remember this: if it isn't penetration then it isn't worth the kiss.
you love him
and the horse he rode in
We'll be real heroes now in a war between our cocks and time: let's be the angels of the world's desire and take the world to bed with us before we die.

iwant to break these bones, your prisoning rythms (winter, summer) all the glass cases, erase all maps, crack the protecting eggshell of your turning singing children: i want the circle broken
 
Vincent took Jane to the graduation fromal, and they picked out her dress together at one of the second-hand clothing shops.Vincent frequented, giggling at the shock and admiration they hoped to cause.Vincent wore white tie and tails, and a top hat, all frayed Sally-ann issue, and ludicrously too large for him.They tangoed around the gymnasium,even though the music was not a tango,under the tissue-paper flowers,  projecting a corny sexual menace,Vincent with her pearl necklace between his teeth.
 
 

...It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
"He and Space and the colors and the music were the same thing. His body had drifted into them like smoke into the sky and now he like them was a portion of time."

everytime the day darkens downand goes away pictures open in my head of me and you
silent and cliché all the thingswe did and didn't say covered up by what we did and didn't do
going through every out I used to copto make the repetition stop
what was I supposed to say
now I never leave my zone we're both alone, I'm going home
I wish I'd never seen your face
from the back of your big brown eyes
i knew you'd be gone as soon as you could
and i hoped you would
we could see that you weren't yourself
and the lines on your face did tell
it's just as well
you'd never be yourself again
saw you last night
dance by the light of the moon
stars in your eyes
free from the life that you knew
you're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground
you're the breath that blows these cool winds 'round
trading places with an angel now
this war starts today.
We'll be real heroes now in a war between our cocks and time: let's be the angels of the world's desire and take the world to bed with us before we die.
Let patience have her perfect work
discrete discrepancies of the burning bush
cut infinity into these sands
to further bloody your hands
it shouldnt be hard
it shouldnt be hard
to further bloody these hands
all the clocks are striking
thirteen.
thirteen
sdnah eseht ydoolb rehtruf ot
 
It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard -
Remember what we've said and done and felt
about each other
have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard
Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard-
Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard-
And you make it hard-

Change my life, make it right
Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.
 

Compare music to drinks. Some is like a strong brandy. Some is like a fine wine. The music you're playing sounds like Diet Coke.
...It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
 
 

i feel like i've erased something in you.
Whatever you feel, whatever it takes
Whenver it's real, whatever awaits me
Whatever you need, however so slight
Wherever it leads, whenever it's right
Honey, I'm a prize and you're a catch
And we're a perfect match
Like two bitter strangers
And now I see the long and short of it
And I could make it last
I could spit on a stranger
You're a bitter stranger

"No belts, no pins, no pads, no chafing.'
 
"Dont you remember how you made me stop trembling in shame and drew me to you? Don't you know what I felt then, as if you were a saint...?"

"Usually he selected someone who could not reciprocate so that he was able-cautiously, like one who tests uncertain ice, though in this case the danger was not that the ice give way but that it might hold his weight-to shift the burden of not loving, of being unable to love, onto the partner."

Mad World
Gary Jules - Donnie Darko

all around me are familar faces
worn out places
worn out faces
bright and early for the daily races
going nowhere
going nowhere
their tears are filling up their glasses
no expression no expression
hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
no tomorrow
no tomorrow
and I find it kinda funny
I find kinda sad
the dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
when people run in circles it's a very very
mad world
mad world
children waiting for the day they feel good
happy birhtday
happy birthday
and I feel the way that every child should
sit and listen
sit and listen
went to school and I was very nervose
no one knew me
no one knew me
hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
look right thourgh me
look right throuh me
and I find it kinda funny
I find kinda sad
the dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
when people run in circles it's a very very
mad world
mad world
enlargen your world
mad world
 

 

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everytime the day darkens downand goes away pictures open in my head of me and you
silent and cliché all the thingswe did and didn't say covered up by what we did and didn't do
going through every out I used to copto make the repetition stop
what was I supposed to say
now I never leave my zone we're both alone, I'm going home
I wish I'd never seen your face
iwant to break these bones, your prisoning rythms (winter, summer) all the glass cases, erase all maps, crack the protecting eggshell of your turning singing children: i want the circle broken
 
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
Listen to me, dont walk that street
Theres always an end to it
Come and be free, you know who I am
Were just living people
this war starts today.
We'll be real heroes now in a war between our cocks and time: let's be the angels of the world's desire and take the world to bed with us before we die.
Let patience have her perfect work
discrete discrepancies of the burning bush
cut infinity into these sands
to further bloody your hands
it shouldnt be hard
it shouldnt be hard
to further bloody these hands
all the clocks are striking
thirteen.
thirteen
sdnah eseht ydoolb rehtruf ot
 
..It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
 
Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.
 
 
 
 
 

 
I AM A MESS
My heart is in eight million places and nowhere at the same time
Nothing matters, nothing phases me, I cant cry,
I want to bleed
I cant feel the closeness in anyones body anymore
I'm Empty. I can accomplish nothing because my life feels over.
I want to cry on some elses sholder
i have no innocence
i have no heart.
I am all lies... i am a compulsive liar
whenever something good comes along i assume i am lying to myself.
I dont know when i am lying anymore
I was whole in my emptiness
now i am just vacant
The High is over
My teeh have fled back into my mouth
and i just want to take someone else down with me.
suck out someones life
Have sex with their wind
make them fucked too.
I am a self loathing succubus that can do nothing for her own good.
someone needs to ground me.
someone needs to just give me permission to be fucked up
someone needs to smack me for being fucked up
My hands are swollen
My eyes are sunken
My hands are swollen
I want to selfishly pour into you
into anyone
just scream into your ribs
puddle my tears among yours.
I just want to feel a closeness
Something CLEAn. something i havent touched yet.
I want to hurt
I want the dull pain over
I want to share You and I.
My hands are swollen
My hands are swollen