thursday nights= hotness they are Satiate the Need at the Ottobar in Baltimore. fun fun with the dave's spinning (mod dave and dave voyles) i hope i spelled his last name right whoopsidasical. though tonight it was kinda bum because of the city paper awards where people could drink free.
anywho...
still falling more and more in love with the new Used cd In Love and Death. wowwwwwww ok i'm better now.
i have two days to pack up my apartment in Glen Burnie and move my stuff back to York. that's fun... ::gag::
it's 4:30 in the morning and I just got home from denny's (of course! what's new?) but this time my company was my grandfather he's the coolest guy ever. gives me the bird and calls me a shithead in front of my friends. he rocks socks pure metal style.
i wrote the following piece of prose about someone i met recently. it's the shortest in a small collection.... shots, cherry kisses, and coffee mugs... hmmmmm
addicted to tearing you apart
brass weighing down my pocket
four ring icon representing me fighting back
talent inciting new found fantasies
attracted to tearing you apart
mirrored
atlas of maps
main coordinates coffee, cigarettes, notebook and pen
time is no essence
distance no choice
a week ago yesterday?
a day journey?
i want to ask questions and pick your brain
let's share some coffee on this rainy day
i want to tear you apart
cause time did this to me
attracted to the notion of figuring you out.
attracted to tearing you apart.
i did it to myself.....
and now this tired little poptart needs to get some shut eye. busy days lie ahead
anywho...
still falling more and more in love with the new Used cd In Love and Death. wowwwwwww ok i'm better now.
i have two days to pack up my apartment in Glen Burnie and move my stuff back to York. that's fun... ::gag::
it's 4:30 in the morning and I just got home from denny's (of course! what's new?) but this time my company was my grandfather he's the coolest guy ever. gives me the bird and calls me a shithead in front of my friends. he rocks socks pure metal style.
i wrote the following piece of prose about someone i met recently. it's the shortest in a small collection.... shots, cherry kisses, and coffee mugs... hmmmmm
addicted to tearing you apart
brass weighing down my pocket
four ring icon representing me fighting back
talent inciting new found fantasies
attracted to tearing you apart
mirrored
atlas of maps
main coordinates coffee, cigarettes, notebook and pen
time is no essence
distance no choice
a week ago yesterday?
a day journey?
i want to ask questions and pick your brain
let's share some coffee on this rainy day
i want to tear you apart
cause time did this to me
attracted to the notion of figuring you out.
attracted to tearing you apart.
i did it to myself.....
and now this tired little poptart needs to get some shut eye. busy days lie ahead
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kaz1407:
nice, I like the writing. It seems very true and real. I can't think of anything more true then wanting to dissect someones persona. Although, does that mean you have more that are longer about the same person. If so, they must be interesting.
kaz1407:
wow, that was a quick response. And I'm sure I would like to read the metaphor about the puzzle ball.