Too damn muchIf you've taken the time to read any of my few posts, thank you.
Keep an eye on my cousin; that guy is going somewhere special!
Some Blues Remembered I My grandpa's crystal, piercing, turquoise gaze; What have those eyes seen over all the years? So much sadness, So many smiles, A lifetime brightly shines; I still can't look for too long.Some Blues Remembered
II The thick, bright ink Sewn into my chest and left hand fingers-- dip, drill, bleed, wipe, dip, drill, bleed, wipe-- Ritualistic permanence with a touch up now and then.
What my CD's tell MeWhite light white heat white trash. Mommy's little monster? Prison bound, somewhere between heaven and hell; A worm's life. Ride the lightning…and justice for all.What my CD's tell Me
Under the influences, cheating at solitaire out in L.A. Under the covers, blood sugar sex magic. One hot minute-mother's milk. King for a day, fool for a lifetime.
Angel dust? Science? Californication? The fat of the land. Ok computer, enjoy incubus.
America must be destroyed, This toilet Earth, this desert life. The ghosts that haunt me? Kill 'em all, august and everything after
SoulOpen up this vessel And set the one truth free. Farewell dear flesh, please welcome out the immortal human being. Shed the skin, the muscles tear, the bones cascading down; What remains is that which will For-never sleep in ground.Soul
mIrror mIrrorAmorous hints that missed their mark Are dead upon the floor, Shot at one who is dumb to love And far too self-absorbed. One who thinks and speaks of self In narcissistic fashion, One who is blind and deaf to her Sweet, unrelenting passion. And so she leaves with shattered heart, Destroyed are all her dreams Of sweet rapport with this buffoon Who is not quite what he seems. For at first, he appears to care And truly understand, But god-like looks and self-loving hearts Walk often hand in hand.mIrror mIrror
In ServiceIn Service (In My Own Majesty's Secret Service)In Service
I came to report for duty But my Country would not have me
So I found several strong desires That I could serve instead
First it was to Ink and Page Whom, to this very day, I remain a slave
Then I gave my love to Amber Fluids Which my liver quickly sent away
To the Cinema, I surrendered my entire heart It only loves me back between the film's end and it's start
I offered the whole of my mind to Literature With it's sweet, empty promise to take me from here
I sacrif
like glass and gumShe breaks like glass and gum In a tsunami of muddied bird's nests in a sea of green ink.like glass and gum
She thinks that she drowned A long time ago
back when there were still birds.
They had yellow chests and Mauve eyes and they sang of tweed and tears.
She thinks she's already dead The pulse in her heart doesn't mean anything
But she is moving.
Twisting the leaves on her skin Twirling the peacock feather in her hair she was something royal
once upon a time
Should I tell you a story Of the girl who d
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