Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone!

About Me

If I had the words, I wouldn't have needed youfor all these years(miles?) and this keyboard will put my typewriter on a dusty shelf, there it will keep my darker secrets( the things we'll never tell, but we scream them evrynight we sleep! So darling we drink the reddest wine and the needle skips on elliot smith's voiceand to anyone else we are intelectual novels and snaphots line the walls of our apartment.and her dress hits the floor, I hang my tie onthe bedpost. I unbutton my dress shirt put my suitjacket in the closet, her dark hair falls into her eyes( which at times are much darker) She leans in, my fingers are in her mouth and then her mouth finds mine. Her tongue moves slowly with mine, and her hands move down my back...But that was ago so let's drink away that memory, or maybe a needle would serve to supress it just a little bit better. Guns Go Bang myspace layout ..
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My Interests

, Nintendo, Drinking heavily, Blacking out. Not needles, okay maybe needles. lesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Derek Lee
Birthday: 9/15/82
Birthplace: Yakima...Bitches
Current Location: Oly
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5"7
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: Adopted
The Shoes You Wore Today: White on black Shelltoes
Your Weakness: Bullets
Your Fears: Spiders...97 poisonous specious F that
Your Perfect Pizza: Yeah I like Pizza
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Finish the book
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: I suck at The internet
Thoughts First Waking Up: I need to be drunk
Your Best Physical Feature: Huh HUh... the specks in my eyes
Your Bedtime: When I either blackout or passout
Your Most Missed Memory: Yakima...just everything
Pepsi or Coke: I'm allergic
MacDonalds or Burger King: Macdonalds, Nothing can kill the Grimace
Single or Group Dates: Dates?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee
Do you Smoke: Yes
Do you Swear: Like a sailor
Do you Sing: Yeah, I guess. But my voice is so broken and weary.
Do you Shower Daily: Most of the time
Have you Been in Love: Yes, I've also died
Do you want to go to College: Yes but I need scrilla.
Do you want to get Married: Maybe, I don't know it seems so damaging.
Do you belive in yourself: Like the fact that I really exist, Yes I do.
Do you get Motion Sickness: When I go through the motions of being social input type

I'd like to meet:

MY NEW OBSESSION

Music:

Movies:

Top fi(5)ve 5.crash 4.rushmore 3.a walk to remember 2.godmoney 1.natural born killers and shawshank redemption

Television:

The OC, Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, House M.D., Lost, Onetree hill,, Saved by the bell, dawsons creek, Joan of arcadia, simpsons,family guy, entourage, carnivale, Scrubs and so many more

Books:

The perks of being a wallflower,the fuckup, Harry potter, The bible, A walk to remember, maniac magee,, the giver, dogs don't tell jokes, The sandman,, , punisher: war journals, Punisher: welcome back frank

My Blog

I just cant stop (I only want it cause I cant have it)

Open the window, I just can't breathe. My throat is swelling, I just can't breathe. It's midnight and cold, a shiver, a smile. I'm thinking of her, beautiful in a pale green dress, a contrast to her b...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:35:00 PST

I dont want to pour anymore gas on the fire.

She covers her eyes to think, her tongue slightly peeks out of her mouth and I'm smiling. The trees die around her and she moves through, inlove with the thought of winter snow more than Autumn settin...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 04:03:00 PST

I need something more.

I'll scissor my smile, hide words forever. for these words are sharp as daggers, and very dangerous. And quiet she sat, staring at broken clocks contemplating her very end. The bookmark sits on a page...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 01:26:00 PST

Our mouths hide daggers

I bury my hands in my pocket, let my tongue move in my mouth until words are formed and sentences are structured. And up the longest flight of stairs I travel to hide in the dark with you. Misery shak...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Wed, 16 May 2007 06:53:00 PST

Let's damage our livers, I'm sure we'll feel better.

The morning sleeps longer then myself, drowning casually in quiet and cold. My breath visable holding onto to every word I say. Shakey hands holding stiff shots, I'm spilling into my wounds. A cheers ...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 03:52:00 PST

Sir you'll have to coat check your gasmask.

The shiver ran down his spine and reached his toes, what if everyone was wrong. Since he was little he was led to believe that his life much like everyone elses was important, even specia...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 09:44:00 PST

Shaking hands cutting paper snowflakes

There is sleep all around, as if their fever lead to a coma, as if a promise lead to death. And in her hair a dandelion to wish on, if she finds herself afraid and alone. The rain leaves it's soft sme...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 06:59:00 PST

Looking for a tale to tell on Christmas

I'm having trouble remembering, Certain walls had been written on most others had holes in them. And I'm trying to think of this places before it was so run down and forgotten and I'm trying to rememb...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 11:31:00 PST

Silent she sleeps.

We walk winter paths in white gloves and whispers. Warm our hands with ideas of salvation, with ideas of steralization. She ice skates weary words of abandon and just lets them settle unwell in my gut...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 08:54:00 PST

I can't believe that shitty band evanessences thought of "call me when your sober" before I did

I was writing suicide in white on her black funeral dress, deciding it was safer than hiding behind a mask. When I remembered her diary, when I remembered her rosary. And soft rain fell like curse wor...
Posted by Throwing up blood! The whiskey's all gone! on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 05:47:00 PST