jimmy & the boxcar boys |
the feel of graphiti migraines
blood soaked little dollies
the taste of your mouth full of pennies
acryllic all over your body
all of your attempts are always in vein
i've been sleeping under your&nbs...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 11:10:00 GMT |
...She goes to see the pictures... |
did you notice...that no one is around...everytime you open your mouth...and try to start meaningless conversations...
did you notice...that no one seems to give a damn...when you reach out your left ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 00:40:00 GMT |
the beaters |
the beaters are coming down the hallhide the children under the bedscarve their names in your armsclose your eyes, count to twelve, get your face smashed inthe beaters surround your homeset free all ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 19:25:00 GMT |
Cue smoke, and insert laugh track...here |
this is going to be the last song that i ever sing...i'm going to clinch my teeth so tight that they break...i'm going to squeeze my heart so tight that it breaks...Casey and alex are glorified faggot...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 21:25:00 GMT |
Yes Sir, I Will |
...and people ask "Why don't you write love songs?" Our love for life is total. Everything we do is an expression of that. Everything that we write is a love song.
-Eve Libert...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 19:16:00 GMT |
maybe jesus loves me too much |
this crucifix suits me well...this rosary...this sympathy...this symphony...i never asked for it...it just comes in the package...this rosay...this wreckage...this symphony...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 18:51:00 GMT |
maybe jesus loves me too much |
this crucifix suits me well...this rosary...this sympathy...this symphony...i never asked for it...it just comes in the package...this rosay...this wreckage...this symphony...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 18:51:00 GMT |
...and this is what i'm left with... |
i've accidentaly kicked your teeth out...they're probably over there...and come time to get the lead out...i'll probably stay in my chair...to all of the people at whom i've spit disease...and greased...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 22:56:00 GMT |
Reassurance |
don't be afraid in the dark...when their jaws draw near...lecherous lovers approach...spider leg like fingers...shark skin like lips...komodo tongued...i would be there if i could...don't be afraid......
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 11:54:00 GMT |
pretty little sympathy |
do you think that this silhouette suits me...do you think this fucking tie looks straight...oh, i don't mind...i didn't have any plans tonight...do you think that i'm getting boring...do you think tha...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 23:48:00 GMT |
