there's some best to be listened to at home |
into the ice burned morningthree thieves and a necklace of goldtake the charge from the light socketenough burning rope to get home
Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 10:29:00 GMT |
stipe |
tourister divided clonedigital army wearprog- in the morningdew in the noon day sun9:30sleep bargain sleepkeep your mind out ofother's laundry
Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 10:27:00 GMT |
giant |
cigarette burns on my wrists and anklesjust another night of demons getting tangled in my hairpopping the blistersmaybe i released themor sealed them inthe memory scarsthat dwellin my child brainthere...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:32:00 GMT |
if sunshine came out my ass i would...(thank you) |
well i'm working on itthat's for surethe end's never hereat the beginninggot a bullettook a beatinglet it all hang out too longand the face of myselfdisappearsgoes on a long journeyto find forgiveness...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:09:00 GMT |
the hour has ended ( can't you see) |
brother wishing evil in the wellstuck his head in the poisonwent to hellcame back with some singed flowersfor my mother4 years late for mothers dayand maybe a few days off as wellcant see clearlystars...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:05:00 GMT |
cai |
broken man in troublewould you like a tourof this crimson highwayspreading from his head across the floor
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:03:00 GMT |
harp |
harp clothed beggingthe axle's uneven pushyou think more about ithelplessthe search continuesover divinehighlightsthe surface slickand crackingbegging gonna wait it out
Posted by on Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:19:00 GMT |
shake and blood |
divers in the lake she bury me head high in sandall that I can managethe grim fatessupervise lost marriagesof carbunkle moon shadesand time worn dreamsthe three snakes in the cauldronthe skeletal bird...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:05:00 GMT |
heheheh. |
troubling bubble tipped-asaurus beer wished for lightersymbol change burning hairloose ends on the timberlinesignals dead in the water stolen threadbrought together to be burnt togetheragain
Posted by on Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:43:00 GMT |
kick |
bullet proof to the concise points of reverberating starfield roadher tiled eyes and roofpained nailsscratch the surface of my backbook worm eyes she's got a smilekick my throat in if you wishgetting ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:39:00 GMT |
