i go on and on about you
and you go on and on without me.
and you go on and on without me.
it would make my life easier if i could just trust you again.
then i wouldn't think you were lying all the time
and be waiting for the door to slam in my face
or maybe your fist.
then i wouldn't think you were lying all the time
and be waiting for the door to slam in my face
or maybe your fist.
tonight i watched this rather strange, romantic portrayal of an otherwise quite tragic story. despite his rash, heady decisions and immature attitude, i couldn't help (ok, i didn't try) but feel some affiliation with Chris's need to escape his society and the (albeit minor) constraints in his life. to be rid of everything that is so fake and nauseating.
we spend so much time (who's...
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_solipsist_:
Very interesting.......
bang bang
i shot you down
bang bang
you hit the ground
bang bang
who shot me down?
bang bang
i shot me down
bang bang.
i shot you down
bang bang
you hit the ground
bang bang
who shot me down?
bang bang
i shot me down
bang bang.
_solipsist_:
my god you're cryptic.
silence.
_solipsist_:
Silence is good.
I didn't know you liked Damien Rice. One of my favorites....
I didn't know you liked Damien Rice. One of my favorites....
_solipsist_:
It's damn hard to pick a favorite. I love "Cheers Darlin'" and "Delicate"...they're all good. I couldn't pick.
Which did I do.......lol. hahahah I don't kiss and tell. I'm pretty proud of myself for not being that depraved......
Which did I do.......lol. hahahah I don't kiss and tell. I'm pretty proud of myself for not being that depraved......
if only there were a mind switch
so i could sleep in true darkness
and not this swirling brightness
that i cannot turn to avoid.
if only brain surgery worked
with tweezers and corkscrews to hand
so i could dissect these sections
that are slowly turning me mad.
i know more than i should do
and my cynicism fills in the rest
so many friends...
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so i could sleep in true darkness
and not this swirling brightness
that i cannot turn to avoid.
if only brain surgery worked
with tweezers and corkscrews to hand
so i could dissect these sections
that are slowly turning me mad.
i know more than i should do
and my cynicism fills in the rest
so many friends...
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I am the ticking bomb
that waits for detonation.
I am the deafened
by silence, now unaware.
I am the broken shell,
the fat lady singing,
the shit coated fan.
I wait
on a ship of half truths
about to be blown out of the water.
that waits for detonation.
I am the deafened
by silence, now unaware.
I am the broken shell,
the fat lady singing,
the shit coated fan.
I wait
on a ship of half truths
about to be blown out of the water.
_solipsist_:
On your behalf, I will get around to some international stuff in the next few days.....
my current train of investigation is much to purulent to write......
my current train of investigation is much to purulent to write......
If you always do what you've always done,
you'll always get what you always got,
and you'll always feel what you always felt.
what would i do
if i knew what you knew?
would i still sit and wait
amongst this damp rot?
you'll always get what you always got,
and you'll always feel what you always felt.
what would i do
if i knew what you knew?
would i still sit and wait
amongst this damp rot?
_solipsist_:
"pamela"? is there a story there?
this little piggy went to work,
this little piggy returned home.
this little piggy had dinner,
this little piggy is done.
that little piggy went bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch, just because they can.
this little piggy returned home.
this little piggy had dinner,
this little piggy is done.
that little piggy went bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch, just because they can.
_solipsist_:
Not much going on here. I'm at one of those interesting rest stops along the very cliched "journey"...... It would appear you're having enough adventure for the two of us.
today i told you i loved you, and and counted the silence after.
your eyes seemed greyer than usual, the autopilot teasing routine.
my mind wandered to other, happier times
days when i saw a light, chance, sparks.
that little bit of magic in the air.
but all those memories seem tea stained
with doubts of their reality.
the delusional power of belief,
and me,...
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your eyes seemed greyer than usual, the autopilot teasing routine.
my mind wandered to other, happier times
days when i saw a light, chance, sparks.
that little bit of magic in the air.
but all those memories seem tea stained
with doubts of their reality.
the delusional power of belief,
and me,...
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_solipsist_:
I miss you around these parts.....
Beautiful music and poetry you........
but melancholy.
How are you? As if I need to ask.
Beautiful music and poetry you........
but melancholy.
How are you? As if I need to ask.