a force of evil |
This shake is a constant and easy to scare,Aware of a downpour... and aware of the tear.It heats to its grind halts and screams like a stanza,A pugilists ransom to prove that I care.The better the ...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 11:04:00 PST |
RANDOMLY MURDERED BY NUMBERS.... |
sin in a black box....the face is tossed,across the paper, displayed in blood.run for the rebirth and collapse in walls,containing what we search in whispered halls. a pelican skyline declines to spea...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 12:51:00 PST |
HER MONKEY SHITS ALL OVER THE APARTMENT |
Here are two new songs that I hope find homes in some of your ears. check back every four and a half minutes for another new one and eat lots and lots of canned tuna... the mercury levels will improve...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 01:21:00 PST |
COPS with BARRETTES |
Dreaming from a place unaccording to plan;Like the seamless embrace in the changing of hands.Adjusting the tempo inside of your head....is as futile as thrusting life into the dead.The sheets are bene...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 03:08:00 PST |
MATERIAL |
In between shouting matches with the wall and guarding my my presidio of shame... I've been working on a handful of new songs or better put; premonitory ditties!... The sound of these tunes is a radic...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:31:00 PST |
"CUB SCOUTS.." Lyrics for Alicia (verse 1) |
They dress you up, to beat you down. It's nice to meet you, to feel left out. Pretty trash, count me out and pass the bullets, God's in town. I'm exhausted of chasing lies so shoot cocaine in my lazy ...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 12:58:00 PST |
kurtiS chriSt lyricS |
Explain to me how this malfunction profoundly affects my gravity. I'm sinking happily,.. Trace me out a need.... Smiles on the faces, replace the frustration, sewn inside of me. The piece I fail to se...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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temporarily passified in a loveless world.
since when do i act nice to this fuckin girl;
crushed and curled, into a pile of this denial.
burn me in her circus and murder me with her smile.
if it's...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
LEAVING THE NEST |
interesting how the departure comes.
at first it's all fun; it's easy to first run,
with ideas, plans and hopes that are in store;
illusionary confedence, trophies of fake wars.
Slaughter the She...
Posted by Ballerina Black on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
