Relapse down the throat of a swan |
I made a deal with the devil in youHe told me I had to kill to see you killed me tooAnd I saw your sister run miles through the sunAnd her feet burned from everything she never thought she'd becomeAnd... Posted by rickie racoon on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 09:57:00 PST |
the circle that split all my teath opened up to form U |
The circle that split all my teeth opened up to form USo I'm the wicked one nowMy tongue cut from my mouthshe can't get close enough She wants to be my bones, to be my bloodBut everything that's pure ... Posted by rickie racoon on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:44:00 PST |
homeless |
so elliot and i are actually homeless. this might be the worst feeling i have felt in a long time. Posted by rickie racoon on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 11:12:00 PST |
trying to get focused |
It seems like lately I don't really sleep anymore. During the day I don't get anything done and at night I get really inspired but still don't get anything done. Bret said I could start using his stud... Posted by rickie racoon on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 05:14:00 PST |
the anrgy dreams of oliver's relapse down the throat of a lover. |
i keep falling to the sea of milk that covers this ground. and i fall asleep to the music of the carousel and it's beautiful sound.and i never said you where a beautiful dreambut i always felt safer w... Posted by rickie racoon on Wed, 09 May 2007 10:07:00 PST |
calling of the songs to sleep. |
i walked into a room and everything was covered in sheets. they said that the family that lived there all died from reading a culling song. it makes sense. god appointing some sad fucker to write some... Posted by rickie racoon on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:43:00 PST |
bad guy in my mind |
I just pace the floor. back and forth, back and forth. Just trying to get it out of my head. I count the square tiles on the floor. A costumer asks me a question and I loose count. I walk back to my p... Posted by rickie racoon on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 08:32:00 PST |
i should get a new face. |
i have decided that everywhere i go people hate my face. everywhere i go someone trys to fuck it up and i hate feeling like no matter where i go i am probably going to get into a fight. i don't even l... Posted by rickie racoon on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 10:45:00 PST |
give a soul. let them down |
It's small, this tree.
Decorated with a multitude of inter-racial lights.
It lives in the night
Breathes the air of my dreams
Shelters some cheap thought gifts wrapped in gold paper.
Her sister says,
... Posted by rickie racoon on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 11:39:00 PST |
bathroom stall |
There is something about a beautiful voice. It makes you forget everything that haunts you for the sort time being that it speaks. In my ear I hear this beautiful voice telling me that I am the most g... Posted by rickie racoon on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:07:00 PST |