...you were saying?I AM DECEITFUL. Have you ever had an epiphany? Truly had one. Not a gradual change over time, but one moment you don't believe in god, the next second you do. I need a change, I need someone to pull me out of where I am. I need to let go of everything and just say 'fuck it.' What does it take for that to happen to me? I can't let go of my past, or my present, or my future. Or my past. Why this constant feeling of hesitance. Once you fall to the bottom, and know how much it hurts, and how you can endure, what is stopping me from going there again. &nbs...you were saying?
Snake SkinHowever you find me, define me, that’s fine by me, as long as you find me I’ve become lost in a labyrinth of time and thought Where time is a tangible line and thought is an achievable goal I heard him speak of revolution, and I heard her speak of exorcisms I’ve seen the best of us and the worst of us but I couldn’t tell a difference The only shines when go to find it, eternity in the blink of an eye TicklingTusksSlappingSkinsExpungingTillYouLapUpTheBlood I heard him speak of destruction, I heard her speak of a phantom I tremble at the thought of thinking again, and make hastSnake Skin
CatharsisCatharsis. Congratulations. You’ve been pegged. You’re one in a million, and there are 6 billion. Find your group and join your fellow individuals. I never wear jeans (except for a few times in which the comedic situation calls, or sometimes doesn’t, call for it—Hello Mike) because as stupid as it sounds it feels for lack of better word or description too corporate. Hello Karen. I never use bookmarks for the same reason. Hello Ellen. Me and ten million vegetarians agree that McDonalds makes us puke, if not on sight, dirCatharsis
short film(prologue. "we're gonna tarantino it.")short film
you've got the gun-in-hand, power-locked-doors, finger-on-the-trigger, "let-me-tell-my-story-before-anyone-does-anything-heroic", hold on everybody in the room.
(this killer feels like redeeming herself at the end of the film, makes a speech in tears, motives stretch their senseless limbs, weary whims vomit themselves out of antagonist's mouth.)
(act one. opening credits and passionate bedroom scene.)
you're a not-quite-open (at all) book, with your "they-don't-make-these-things-like-they-used-to" binding
New Shtuff
Shitty
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four sins past sainthood,
it's like i'm dying to forget
all the sleepless nights,
lying perfectly alone and still.
i can drink 'till victory,
i'll drink to the mighty,
drink until i die,
or at least until the sunrise.
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four sins past sainthood,
it's like i'm dying to forget
all the sleepless nights,
lying perfectly alone and still.
i can drink 'till victory,
i'll drink to the mighty,
drink until i die,
or at least until the sunrise.
guh.
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four sins past sainthood,
it's like i'm dying to forget
all the sleepless nights,
lying perfectly alone and still.
i can drink 'till victory,
i'll drink to the mighty,
drink until i die,
or at least until the sunrise.
--
four sins past sainthood,
it's like i'm dying to forget
all the sleepless nights,
lying perfectly alone and still.
i can drink 'till victory,
i'll drink to the mighty,
drink until i die,
or at least until the sunrise.
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SCRAAAAAPER BIIIIIIIKE.
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~Live Left & Love Ugly~
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~Live Left & Love Ugly~
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