Out of the words you couldn't believe.
Your story was tragedy,
Long before it was engrossed into the flattened bark of your mind.
You fell in love, again..
You ran away......again
Long before your fingers hit the keys of your verona typewriter.
Raised without the consiquence of confidence,
The blanket of solitude is disquieting without your touch.
It would have been the last.
That cloth would fray in the story,
and be lost by the third chapter.
The masterpiece of fantasy,
Now failing as an unfinished book.
I wouldn't give in to your conclusions...
And you punctuated it with your soliloquy.
But broken down....I am defiant on my knees.
And i read over the scraps of this fairweather tale,
Which you saw determined to fail...
- saltonsea
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.
- bob
So, Ive just noticed something. We can get away, and we cant go back. Let's go. Come with me please? I mean, I don't know where, but I know it'll be good. And when we get there we'll face shit, but not as hard as we've had it now. Not as hard. It is so hard and i've come to a fucking conclusion. A fucking conclusion that nothing ever gets easier. so i've decided to run away from it all. We make time, we get a car,
we fucking leave, and how nice does that sound? I dont care if it's one fucking block away from here. pack your fucking bags.
i'll be there in five minutes, you can fucking count....
-SD
Slowly dripping it out....
tonight......there shall be dancing....
The kind of dancing that would make patrick swayze and jennifer grey blush....
I have tomorrow off to.....so i can finally sleep.
I'm at that stage where i am cranky, slightly insane, and really don't care...
I even sliced open my knuckle today....and really didn't blink..
It was a nasty one though....right to the bone...
That's the last time i clean the slicer while sleep deprived.
i am half miserable....half happy....
I bought Born Into Brothels today....
I love that documentary...
Other than that....my day has been plain....
question: what would be something you would say to or ask me right now...?
you can PM it if you want to be nasty, but don't want to look mean...
-Eugene O'neill
Do not under estimate yourself. Deal with things as they are handed to you instead of just forcing yourself to move on. You can fix anything, it just takes time. And you have to be willing to deal with it.
*feels honored*
Make sure to keep that hideous gaping wound of yours sanitary or you might get egangrene and your finger will rot off. tehe. I hope it gets better quick.
Born Into Brothels is an incredible documentary.
question: how many licks does it REALLY take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
*dances*
...Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance...
Seemed like the real thing, only to find mucho mistrust.
Love's gone behind.
Once I had a love and it was divine.
Soon found out I was losing my mind.
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind.
Mucho mistrust.
Love's gone behind.
In between "what I find is pleasing" and "I'm feeling fine", love is so confusing.
It's no peace of mind if I fear I'm losing you.
It's just no good, you teasing like you do.
Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out had a heart of glass.
Seemed like the real thing, only to find mucho mistrust.
Love's gone behind.
Lost inside adorable illusion and I cannot hide.
I'm the one you're using please don't push me aside.
We could make it cruising, yeah.
Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light
Ooh ooh ooh whoa x4
Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out to be a pain in the ass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find mucho mistrust.
Love's gone behind.
Get down to the funky sound...