the breaking down of the day |
ive been hiding in traffic safe from driving all nightive been building a bottle for echoingI get faceless in the darkI've grown restless from staying awakeIve been carving secrets into the safety of...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:58:00 GMT |
lots of bones |
I've seen a ghost I'll never telli'll never go back to the bottom of the stairsill keep a cold feeling on my shirtsleevemy face is burning from the wind inside my dream
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 14:05:00 GMT |
roger moore |
There was a guya friend of minetold me aboutnew york 1970sagainst her willagainst her willwants a divorceagainst her willagainst her willdelivery guy don't believe in helldont believe in hell
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 14:01:00 GMT |
fuck work |
headlights dimlylight the remnantsof city streetsghosts are hungryi can barely keep them hidden from the gueststhere is language stowing awayin the humming of the circuitrythese are onlymade up memori...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:36:00 GMT |
just been revoked |
one soft nightone last warm and happypluck the string and pull me up im drowningim kneedeep in whats left of eveningand you're here to keep me distractedwhile my hideout burns brightly
Posted by on Tue, 01 Sep 2009 11:13:00 GMT |
asdf jkl; (homerow position) |
teethmarks on the grailand fingerprints that matchsee my reflection on the knife and in it's shiny gracei'm hiding the bottlemy last whispers corked insideim stumbling through false memoriesfaint reco...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 22:50:00 GMT |
On Slingblade: The Only Actual Blog I've Ever Written |
"Get Out Of My House! That goes for cocksuckers and retards."If there indeed exists a better quote in all of cinema, I'd be afraid to hear it due to fear of a Scanners-esque head explosion of pure ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 07:46:00 GMT |
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I'm turning words into fleshi'll build the bones from whatever may be leftim counting days and all the minutes trapped insidei watch the screenfor static and white liesthis is a rough sketch of a soun...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 11:37:00 GMT |
aquatic bitch |
you took my pulse and drove awayand from the trunki saw your motives suffocatei held a white flag highcatching bullets from your eyesi called from a placelost deep inside headlights
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 22:18:00 GMT |
Gunlovers for Obama |
im faceless with muscle pieces glued oncrawled back to life now its nice to meet youone mind and two fists make my only defenseyou watch the dust settle as my walls cave ini speak in fragments of a lo...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:56:00 GMT |
