Exiled from Uncanny Valley |
We were all rooting for you kid,you'd be the star that made this town shineWe'd tell the tales as tall as skyscrapersjust to pass the timebut you're not the herowe thought you wereyou're a plague in d...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 03:38:00 PST |
Relax. Just Relapse (Bad Rhythm) |
I'd like to dissect myself,remove this ultimatum,and form some new skin - this hide's just not thick enough
I started out among the high peaksstaring down at the valleysbut I've finally&nbs...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:57:00 PST |
Streets |
We met down 32 streetsat the horizon, just where the sky and ground meetWe got lost down 15 streetssitting side by side in our familiar seats We drove down 3 st...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 01:33:00 PST |
Kaf[uc]ka Esqu[ir]e |
I've never been one to astonish, but today happened differentlyI coughed up an octopus and coughing, it said to me"Steer clear of the man with two golden eyesone boils your senses, the other turn...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:47:00 PST |
Dreaming Under The Ice |
The worst part of the whole ordeal was being able to see through to the other side; everything was bright and illuminated in white. Snow was everywhere, but it seemed comfortable. The ice distort...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:19:00 PST |
Mullets and Bullets |
Dim lights blinking in a metal fieldmagnetic hums and homeless bumsit's driving me insanebut then, by some sort of Descartes-esque rationale...I realize I'm not dead.
I said Gotdamn it feels good to b...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 12:59:00 PST |
Control Alternate Delete |
the days go by and the nights never stayyour circuits are shorted and your performance fadesyour wires are showing,you're out of datethe rust is one with your cogs and gearsyou're junk to them in your...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 06:30:00 PST |
Simpler |
Sitting here, just staring at the light aheadwondering what's really waiting for usnow that we should be deadI still don't know how we ended up in this mess,these bright stars couldn't have ...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 07:54:00 PST |
Ursa Oley: Soot in the Skin |
The candlesticks on your side are waiting to be litYou're still dreaming of the next job, the next hitStill scratching at the stars on your kneesA night at the opera might be all you needsnarling...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 09:37:00 PST |
Confessional (Patterns) |
I can't believe I've forgiven murderhow situational my black and white becameI'd like to say I'm a better manbut now everything's all grayI knew this conversation would comeas we drove past the sun's ...
Posted by Trevor (is finally home) on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 01:13:00 PST |
