anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did.Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rainchildren guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by morewhen by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone’s any was all to hersomeones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hoe and then)they said their nevers and they slept their dreamstars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt for forget to remember with up so floating many bells down)one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes.Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain-- E. E. Cummings
Something kind of hit me todayI looked at you and wondered if you saw things my wayPeople will hold us to blameIt hit me today, it hit me todayWe're taking it hard all the timeWhy don't we pass it by?Just reply, you've changed your mindWe're fighting with the eyes of the blindTaking it hard, taking it hardYet nowWe feel that we are paper, choking on you nightlyThey tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kinFor you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasyYou're just an ally of the leecherLocator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumpsAnd your nimble dress that trailsOh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the railsBecause of all we've seen, because of all we've saidWe are the deadOne thing kind of touched me todayI looked at you and counted all the times we had laidPressing our love through the nightKnowing it's right, knowing it's rightNow I'm hoping some one will careLiving on the breath of a hope to be sharedTrusting on the sons of our loveThat someone will care, someone will careBut nowWe're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double featureHeaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hellIt's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tellAnd the streets are full of press menBent on getting hung and buriedAnd the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby BankruptWho sucks you while you're sleepingIt's the theater of financiersCount them, fifty 'round a tableWhite and dressed to killOh caress yourself, my juicyFor my hands have all but witheredOh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairsBecause of all we've seen, because of all we've saidWe are the deadWe are the deadWe are the dead
mostly i guess i like goth/deathrock, 80's pop, a very small amount of punk. my favorite bands at the moment are rasputina and, voltaire
i love john waters! crybaby rules!!
i wish i had time for t.v. i miss it
anything by Chuck Palahniuk
anyone who will fight me!