shoot the sun down, hang the moon. |
compiling letters to someonehe's slowly losing his mindyou can't even think up what to say, young man,better not even give yourself the courtesy of opening your mouth.all that comes out sounds like vo... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:34:00 PST |
shoot the sun down, hang the moon. |
compiling letters to someonehe's slowly losing his mindyou can't even think up what to say, young man,better not even give yourself the courtesy of opening your mouth.all that comes out sounds like vo... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:34:00 PST |
shoot the sun down, hang the moon. |
compiling letters to someonehe's slowly losing his mindyou can't even think up what to say, young man,better not even give yourself the courtesy of opening your mouth.all that comes out sounds like vo... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:50:00 PST |
shoot the sun down, hang the moon. |
compiling letters to someonehe's slowly losing his mindyou can't even think up what to say, young man,better not even give yourself the courtesy of opening your mouth.all that comes out sounds like vo... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:50:00 PST |
talking stars? what the f...... |
tangibility is a big thing for me nowadays. i've always strived for something i could hold onto. haven't we all? granted, it seems so simple for something to turn us all into greaseknuckles and let it... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 08:00:00 PST |
long live the lovers, they keep the world in revolution. |
said "take my hand dear boy, and we'll waltz across the yard;gliding soft on the frost, i'll guide you if you're lost." yes, i'm lost.between my heart and my head, this concrete as my bed,i'll copy so... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 05:08:00 PST |
burn away to burn again. |
bury it all so deep, the bodies that wreak of insecurities;i'm the only cadaver that ever felt alive.when they set us ablaze, we'll feel the flesh tear away,and i'm about to finally throw down my shie... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 12:10:00 PST |
write or wrong. |
cold and calm the floorboards are unmoved, the paintings on the walls are the only witnesses to what goes on. this might stir the surface, so try to keep your chin up. keep breathing. take a... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 04:24:00 PST |
if you'll miss me when im gone for the summer, read. |
the weary traveller commences into the dream, part one.here on my side of the globe, i'm the only person i'll ever truly know. from where i've been, to where i'll go, i'm the only person ... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Sat, 27 May 2006 12:08:00 PST |
a reply to the apparitions in the walls, silence part 2 |
The boy cried out in his sleep "stay what you are; a mere figment of my imagination... you need not my heart or compassion, i've wasted my years away for you, only to hear the silence in return." the&... Posted by G(YPSY)iuseppe on Tue, 16 May 2006 04:45:00 PST |