harvestmen |
the Opiliones all walk slowlytowards my door like zombiesbut the jokes on thembecause they cant bite me
Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:51:00 GMT |
hands down favorite... |
my favorite song is whatever is coming thru the speakers when your fucking me....my favorite food is for thoughtmy favorite thing to hate is not a person or a raceits just a very popular waymy favorit...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 19:02:00 GMT |
take it with you.... |
love cant wait for a soundtrackit really wouldnt if it couldlove will wait, it can outwait youlove is both that bad and that goodwhat you make, you take it with youor either you can leave it behindfor...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 18:54:00 GMT |
keep these ties |
you cant love a strangerand thats what i am hereking of my domainthese are my new tearswish they'd stop the hiding and travel southwhere songs were always right behind my mouthlips of a loverstill try...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 18:48:00 GMT |
up the river |
it takes more than you make to keep up the pacemore now to feel the way it felt beforemore of the white for your minds big erasea bigger spoon, for a smaller taste the monkey on your back will always ...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 14:51:00 GMT |
walking away |
Walking away is sometimes hard to doBreaking a limb or sucking blood like its juiceWalking away is sometimes hard to doWatching me sink over the lineJust like the sun has to do before every nightWalki...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 19:26:00 GMT |
ask myself |
is your check on timeis your love alrightare your friends alivecan you sleep at night i need to ask myself...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 20:12:00 GMT |
2012 |
i want to party like it's 2012
and be the first to say "what the hell"
"oh no"
and "oh well"
cuz two, zero and twelve sounds like a party
or apocolypse
that pretty little waitress told you go a...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 02:36:00 GMT |
my sad corvette |
you pull the chains inside my skin
to tow my mind out of the mud
i didn't roll my windows up
and the upholstery of my thoughts...
are soaking wet
all damaged yet...
i'll drive again
your...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 02:32:00 GMT |
right in the middle of a cocaine binge |
And if you tell me what it is that you like
I might just up and find it
And if you tell me why it is that you cried
I might realign it
Walking in an umbrella sunshine
With the grey cloud eyesight
Help...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 01:03:00 GMT |
