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(burn for you tonight)

I used to hate cell phones, but now I just hate car accidents [30 Apr 2004|01:15am]
[ mood | un-artistic ]

I never knew ambition could be so fuckin disgusting
I earn a good comission but it makes me feel so ugly
I'm on some not even knowing I'm an illuminatis just as long
as playin aging doesn't disrupt my funerals progress
I ain't changin for you I'm not reaching for the sky, I would
if you could give me one good reason why I should even try
because after a while this never ending lame game of what's better
could fracture your smiles mainframe forever
it's so fun to be in love..or so I've heard
the meaning has no feeling even though I understand the word
I used to try to make heaven right here on earth but that'll only
happen if you find someone else to do the work
I'll be suprised when my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus
while I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads
so for now my worthless counterwork has found a purpose everytime a
pound of dirt produced I get my frown refurbished

(burn for you tonight)

I never said no. [28 Apr 2004|11:52am]
You know what my favorite part of the day is? The place in between being awake and dreaming. If only I can realize that place more often.

(burn for you tonight)

I'm going to copy you, Yes you. [27 Apr 2004|12:35pm]
you are steelblue

Your dominant hues are cyan and blue. You like people and enjoy making friends. You're conservative and like to make sure things make sense before you step into them, especially in relationships. You are curious but respected for your opinions by people who you sometimes wouldn't even suspect.

Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it.

Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.
the spacefem.com html color quiz

(burn for you tonight)

[26 Apr 2004|07:56pm]
[ mood | content ]

Days like these make the anticipation for the star filled blanket we call night almost unbearable.

I need to sit at the edge of a dock with someone to my right side, enjoying the sunset with me, and to do it all over again to watch the sunrise.

(burn for you tonight)

[04 Apr 2004|06:55pm]
[ mood | I'm not very happy ]

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention
and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my face from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the petty insight
and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.
Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover.
study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of this language as the plague.
the dimension of persistence condemns.
This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming
"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"
so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,
weary of this hallway lined with ghosts.
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist
that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress
deductively speaking, the polar of progress
well maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.

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