LifeI like Slint and cocky boys and poetry and being a bitch
Stagnancythe world was in front of me and i had set it on fireStagnancy
bathing in gasoline is my sort of thing
too bad someone called the firemen
as i watch them extinguish everything,
i can't help but think to myself
"overwhelm me, make me feel real. don't care about the burns on my arms. i just want to fill you up, until your rib cage explodes. i'm going numb from the lack of stimulation. let me crash through your wind shield."
but you will never KNOW
ShebaHey, you, caught red-handed Fucking nailed that shit to your door This is my 95 Theses and you better like it, sonSheba
Hey, you, pretty smile You better recognize You're so haughty And hubris is your ecstasy
But I want to jump your bones I want to shake your tree I want to throw you off the throne I want you to dance with me
I think it's so fucking cute When you go door-to-door Asking which idiot left their heart Rotting and all, on your door step
I think it's so fucking cute How you act like Prince Charming And
Iron LungI'm a firecracker bursting in air (Watch me live, without a care) I'm a dirty child, pulling your hair (Come and join, if you dare)Iron Lung
You're the wasted Friday night (Leave your house) You're the Greek housewife (It's beautiful outside)
Take all the paint in the world and let it show you its ways Pack up everything you own and take a trip for a few days
I'll show you some thrills let them kill the boredom Let's burn the book that rules your life and begin a brand new one
I Sipped Tea In Arabia In 1907A golden hill I sit on Near the line of the pink dawn Sipping a cup of Earl Grey But the locals seem withdrawnI Sipped Tea In Arabia In 1907
The scent of hot sand greets me Like a childhood memory It’s like an endless rose sea Full of color, free of trees
As though God painted each grain This sand casts hues like light rain As it forms a pure rainbow God’s canvas, so true and plain
Ah, how the natives snicker As I watch the sun flicker Caught in the teacup’s bicker With the black pool, quick to stir
My face warmed deep with the light &
| i like punk rock, poetry, cute boys, sitting on roof tops, musical theatre, gyros, carnivals at night and driving in the rain. sarcastic, cynical, whatevz; that's me. i'm a fan of peace. new slang is my way of life. i can't differentiate between dream and reality. i pick novels over people. i stay out late. graveyards give me a sense of comfort. i want to graffiti every national landmark, live on an indian reservation and photograph pattie boyd in the beatles era. i always have library fines and chapped lips. never got my happily ever after. i'm attracted to train wrecks. i want to fight, raise hell and burn out like some monstrous universe on the verge of white-hot death. i write constantly, i love persistently. i wish you knew who i was whenever i'm alone. i'm either undeniably awesome or a big motherfucking loser. if you ride bikes, let me know; i've been looking for you. oh, and i'm brie. |
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