writing. and piano. i thought id be able to remember; the reasons you were never here. but simply, i'm a gun. and you're too free to feel the fire. and when can you find a way to cheer me on some summer; the sing song chants that create a dynasty that rides every road ever mapped. do you want my memory? it is filled with a common delerium, and no, i cannot see my way or find my decree but my friends and family stare and i'm blank as a disposed breath. can you recall? and i knew just how arrogant the king would be; but i'm sick of his jokes and this daisy will no longer serve as a jest to those who cannot count their blessings enough to care about my back and fourth running-arounds in my mind. the back of my mind, the center of my dreams, the corners of my sanity, the glimpse of my one and only eternity; sink me into the sand, let me develop hands and legs and be reborn into a soul that knows no one who touched me or felt my bones before now and never will you be able to hold these hands because my skin will grow to coal as soon as you say my name; back ward, and forward, and why don't you crawl all over my thoughts and rob my friends of their money and we'll go buy the beach and carry little drinks and take sips and share sips and how bad do you want to know what im thinking of? i'll tell you soon my little dreamer but you have to hold on to me or you will be caught in the rotating world over and over again until you are nothing but a star left in the dust, waiting to be discovered like the evening sun behind a majesty of danger; we'll find this sun together. we'll find this sun together; things will never get better unless we find this sun together. test
someone who doesn't go get fake tans.susan ballion. grace kline. radiohead. the strokes. ben folds. dave chappelle.
modest mouse.a perfect circle. bright eyes. brand new. ben folds five. beck. morissey. the pixies. red hot chilli peppers. the unicorns. Anti-nowhere league. the buzzcocks. the byrds. clint mansell. the cranberries. dead kennedys. . Iggy pop. franz ferdinand. elliot smith. the cure. my chemical romance. rage against the machine. fiona apple. sufjan stevens. electrocute. the shins. the business. used. deathcab for cutie. postal service. bob marley. damian marley. wilco. Menace. Missing Persons. New Order. New York Dolls. The ramones. The rapture. air. The riffs. Ryan adams. the verve. the wallflowers. bob dylan. yeah yeah yeah's. incubus. the strokes. the faint. fischerspooner. subhumans. sam phillips. scissor sisters. T.S.O.L. portishead. hole. smashing pumpkins. lit. marcy playground. mars volta. moby. mae. keane. sublime. k's choice. john lennon. beatles. jimmy eat world. The Vibrators. Vice Squad. jack johnson. iron and wine. hot hot heat. any of the soundtracks to the god father. fuckin fifty cent. gorillaz. david gray. dave mathews. dashboard. the dandy warhols. coldplay. copeland. third eye blind. cibo matto.yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeha yeha yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs
billy madison, goodfellas, scarface, beautiful mind, american psyco, requiem for a dream, ummmmmmm you know. gridlocked, and...uh anything with phil collins on the soundtrack. oh and casino. i love robert dinero and joe peschi and ray liotta. yea.mspmb allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" src=
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handmaids tail. slaves of new york. a million litle pieces. peyton amberg. WASTED. tama janowitz and marya hornbacher are the best writers in the world.
I don't have one anymore.