Drumming, Dancing, Writing, Drinking, Smoking Hookah, Soccer, Off-Roading...
Famous Musicians and Intellects.
GOD
Punk Emo Shit....
Taste Like Black Licorice--Taste the Saturation of the Arid Ballroom. Its step pause then dip into the Light of the Chandelier that implicates this moment will become the convex lens that targets us. Come now I'll escort you to the Balcony and light your cigarette. Your lipstick smears across the filter as your trying to pretend that each syllable you whisper is just conversation... oh please. Although you came here on his arm I know youre leaving here with me. With my hand on your shoulder, we cannot break contact. Then step into posture. Then step in oh tensions coming to. Wait, the service is now circling with glassware. The spirits make your eyes become alive. The emerald tint reflects right through the crystal and displays the sinister look in my eyes. With my hand on your shoulder, we cannot break contact. Then step into posture then step in and sink in. Ill lean onto the railing you wanted isolation. I pull your waist unto me. You wanted isolation. Ill tell you to give in but you wanted isolation. Hun this is just syntax and prowess. The marble echoes right behind our hastened footsteps as the wind attempts to burst inside the double doors my dear I think its time we bowed out. Oh the guests are far too drunk and were alone. Now that were away my intentions arent noble here at all. Excuse me darling, you have smeared lipstick on your collar and this act tastes of your affection, and how intricately you devised this deceitful elegance to which is my last. If I were etiquette then Id be abomination the mowers managed as a body trampled by coup detat. Ill claim your silhouette and whisper words of ignorance. You knew just what this was, and now it is. So just accept the formula. And now you just like your cigarettes but with corkscrews for teeth and I am ingesting into my lungs each breath you cannot breathe. So come and struggle in my arms and expel all thought of apathy and I will stop the flow of sustenance into your veins and arteries. My glass is overwhelming. And Im inebriated. Now my careless steps reflect a lack of sympathy. Although this is how were forced to exist Still Id hope you survive. Come survive.
All James Bond's, Boondock Saints, And of Course Pirates of The Caribbean You Pe Scurvy Dogs
Family Guy, Friends Seinfeld, and of Course I Love Lucy Cause Its Only The Tightest Show Ever...
Lord of the Rings
Treasure Island
James Bond...Cpt. Jack Sparrow...God