hey, ladies. its 2:18 AM. i'm laying on my bed - 'making sense of crazy thoughts' and such. while i boggle your mind, read this. he he he.
'parallaxative'
its all in how you look at things,
and the way we handle happenings.
this misplaced placement places me in places misplaced
and with this shift in the fourth dimension everything is deeper,
placing misplacement in...
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'parallaxative'
its all in how you look at things,
and the way we handle happenings.
this misplaced placement places me in places misplaced
and with this shift in the fourth dimension everything is deeper,
placing misplacement in...
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hey, here's a poem. i don't do this enough anymore, i miss it. anyway, it goes as such:
"spill and spread"
my life is in the form of a half empty glass of blood,
shaking and cracking and leaking out love.
there are people worse off, laughing above.
laughing at me and my mistakes thereof.
and while i'm spreading slowly across the floor,
making the...
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"spill and spread"
my life is in the form of a half empty glass of blood,
shaking and cracking and leaking out love.
there are people worse off, laughing above.
laughing at me and my mistakes thereof.
and while i'm spreading slowly across the floor,
making the...
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discosleaze:
haha okie dokey.
i loved them for ages.
i saw them twice when they played in the uk but i havnt heard any of their new stuff
my mate only told me a few months ago that they'd got back together
hows you?
xx
i loved them for ages.
i saw them twice when they played in the uk but i havnt heard any of their new stuff
my mate only told me a few months ago that they'd got back together
hows you?
xx
discosleaze:
yeah the uk is good.
the weather is still nice and sunny at the moment which is quite suprising as its england....all we ever get is shit weather haha.
xx
the weather is still nice and sunny at the moment which is quite suprising as its england....all we ever get is shit weather haha.
xx
this is a poem i wrote about choosing how you feel. its in our hands after all, we just don't see it.
'kicking down our ladders'
-my throat is closed.
forced by palms and fingers.
-made up by my mind.
my conscience and
-my life as a dreamer.
forget the pain, i'm not alone
-i'm becoming numb.
and i find it strange calling this home....
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'kicking down our ladders'
-my throat is closed.
forced by palms and fingers.
-made up by my mind.
my conscience and
-my life as a dreamer.
forget the pain, i'm not alone
-i'm becoming numb.
and i find it strange calling this home....
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as do you.
<3