My grandfather was a cowboy. |
Smash out all the lights, party's overI drank my enemies into friends.Take a chill pill, problem solvedI'm tired of dying less and less of a man.When I was a real boy, mygrandfather told mecowboy stor...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 10:16:00 GMT |
more than a man. |
FACT: Robocop could kill ANYTHING!FACT: Robocop is more than a mere man.FACT: The only thing that could possibly make Robocop better....would be a mullet....or a Robocop tribute band. Hundreds of song...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:49:00 GMT |
Thawed out. |
I feel weaker by the minute, being thawed out by the sunThe coils suspending my sanity are starting to come undoneThere's a thief in this shuttle, and he's gotten the best of meThis is my last transmi...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 10:12:00 GMT |
venom in my neck. |
It brought my face to ruins, as the night kept getting colder.I held a bottle in my hand, with an apocalypse on my shoulder.These "so-called" friends made my stomach twist and crack.As a prank call br...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 15:51:00 GMT |
goodbye. |
Barrels for your friends, and a warning from the dead.There's an oil spill in my lungs, an avalanche in my head.I'd consider coming back but you just need some time alone.and I know it'd be a hassle, ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 12:09:00 GMT |
A Crater. |
i am nothing but a crater,lead me to the ocean, cleanse my dirty hands.i am nothing but a trader,lead me to the ocean, and make me a new man.I fashioned a crown from the thorns embedded in my sides.I ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 11:29:00 GMT |
I Saw My Face in the Sonogram |
I'd kill to bring my brother's voice back from the waiting roomHe used to be a cowboy, and now he'll be an uncle soonI kept playing beautiful songs with the devil's hands for youand now i'm writing ju...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 08:09:00 GMT |
Bat Out Of Hell. |
I compared myself to Jesus in a letter I wrote my momI've been beaten to a pulp, cuz of things she's doneI quiver at the thought of looking back and laughingcuz my lungs are full of tears that my mout...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:29:00 GMT |
Dear, Dying Star... |
You looked so lifeless, confined to that Atlanta hospital bedThe heart monitor raced the thoughts that were running through my headThey say they've got bad news, I doubt I can handle what I'm toldSo I...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 10:01:00 GMT |
writing on the bathroom wall in my house. |
There are going to be some changes in my life starting soon.Of course, number one would be getting a job.I have an interview Monday that I hope goes well.and second....So, i've decided i'm going to go...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:38:00 GMT |
