syncing these lines |
symphonies rage in a thunder, way of cats and dogsrun em over or they glide underwe fly higher than those silly superheroes, leak and ledger.its written right here,dont temp me again.one about the two...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 09:40:00 GMT |
here, why dont YOU decode THIS: |
you.fucking.jerk.yeah, yep.over it.
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 21:28:00 GMT |
Its still not quite the way it was |
next time i have only one request,wait until im gone.like a boxcar preacher telling you about the Lord!reveal to me your supposed truths, oh passion! oh shame!or i can just watch again, while she look...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 10:17:00 GMT |
you. yes, you. |
to your love:shame, such a vague existence.
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:05:00 GMT |
Its My Turn; August Twenty Fifth, Please. |
foreign nostaliga for manifest destinycreate a picture, paint a poster, parade a valley through a thick bust of snowy caps,people, call it, call it "escape."its art and electric and sad and alive.like...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 02:39:00 GMT |
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. |
Someone give me something to be happy about.Someone give me something to love.Someone love me.Tall.Beard.Handsome.
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 03:24:00 GMT |
Xs for eyes, and a line for a mouth. |
murder murder!
keep your old lovers like you keep your old torn out pages. crumpled in corners, drinking alone. deceased and awake, you cant be both.
and i dont need to see my own shadow to know im o...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 08:27:00 GMT |
A Different Dress For Every Drop |
feature fridays, try on your dreams.draping like a cotton scarf, trapping your face.smoothing under your cheeks like a suede pillow case.they're better than apple pie, my returns.even a la mode.and a ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 07:59:00 GMT |
feeling it capsize. |
i crashed my car.mother. fucker.byebye silverbullet.my head hurts.
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 11:28:00 GMT |
if only i could say this was mine: |
Apartment in New York, London and Paris Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it It's all that we have the USA is our daily bread And no one is willing to share it Why can't we see our fortu...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:21:00 GMT |
