a really nice song lyric:
some natures catch no plagues
smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday
reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures
i've sketched in sand castle plots and plans. similar
starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks. but
it's always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm
of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of
hearts repeating, "there is no happy here, there is no
happy here..." devil may care touches trickled down
spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
the finer art of heartwork.
i was turning over with the sheets, and facing the
arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened,
caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to
me. it's all connected by blank words to tell empty
promises of clumsy miscommunication. so we say what we
will, to see what we may, to find a biblical knowing
enfolded within the next few hours. it's too bad, too
tragic... i spent myself choking on the motions
leading up to said misfortune.
why doesn't anybody write like this anymore? there's only so many clumsy killers lyrics a woman can listen to before getting an urge to throw the radio out of the window.
listen to more Saetia, it will possibly make your life a better, happier place.
some natures catch no plagues
smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday
reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures
i've sketched in sand castle plots and plans. similar
starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks. but
it's always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm
of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of
hearts repeating, "there is no happy here, there is no
happy here..." devil may care touches trickled down
spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
the finer art of heartwork.
i was turning over with the sheets, and facing the
arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened,
caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to
me. it's all connected by blank words to tell empty
promises of clumsy miscommunication. so we say what we
will, to see what we may, to find a biblical knowing
enfolded within the next few hours. it's too bad, too
tragic... i spent myself choking on the motions
leading up to said misfortune.
why doesn't anybody write like this anymore? there's only so many clumsy killers lyrics a woman can listen to before getting an urge to throw the radio out of the window.
listen to more Saetia, it will possibly make your life a better, happier place.
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walstafa:
Eye were great. Left just after them as my claustrophobia kinda kicked in. I like wee venues, but Drothies is taking the biscuit. 
ero:
yeah i know areas from visitting family. places like oulo, karjala, rovaniemi and tampere. i used to live in the suburbs of helsinki when i was really young (up until 6 years old), it was nice at that age. i imagine it has its perks when you are older to. going there snowboarding in easter. i havent done it in finland before but im hoping for good snow atleast.