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[30#;Sep#;09 @ 12:02pm ] Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. comment bitch

[16#;Aug#;09 @ 02:06am ] Brilliant? A word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and sarcasm To me it's plain, to you absurd You don't know me let alone my intent Actions do not always self represent I don't feel urgency in explaining My conscience opaquely clear The seed is gently sown back to mother earth The flower blooms resplendent fumes A miracle rebirth The cynic in a search of something more The fragrant air cannot compare To what it was the great before Remember the good old days Remember the sound Remember the sweet mustiness underground No, I don't feel the need for relivin' Some things are better off dead Never thought the furnace Was going to burn us We worked the bellows for so long The comfort of the fire apathized us Looks like we burned ourselves alive Remember the old band we filled ears with pain Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain No I don't miss my span of attention I do miss my old friend comment bitch

[25#;Jun#;09 @ 05:34pm ] Rest In Peace Micheal Jackson. comment bitch

[14#;May#;09 @ 06:12pm ] So you broke down, trying to leave town I broke down crying on your return You left me feeling hopefull I'll never see your face again You made for a bad lover's liver You stole all the covers and busted my head You made me such an asshole I wish we'd never met I'm tired of being bored I'm through with the headaches Hiding my hands that tremble like earthquakes Under the table, under the daytime sky Good Fucking Bye And when you lose hope It's hard to cope Watching the tyranny with sober eyes The daybreak and sunset All hours in between are spent murdering time You made for a bad lover's liver You stole all the covers and fucked up my head You made me such an asshole I wish we'd never met I'm tired of being bored I'm through with the headaches Hiding my hands that tremble like earthquakes Under the table, under the daytime sky Good Fucking Bye Good Fucking Bye Good Fucking Bye comment bitch

[11#;May#;09 @ 02:08am ] I give blood to prove to myself that I can matter to somebody else. Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands? If so, don't put your faith in the desert sand, Because the wind is always blowing. There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that's where I hung ambition. Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984. I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors, So give me seven more. I give blood not for the cause but to slowly give up the person I was. Holding my breath won't help, everything went to hell, So now I steal back pennies from the well because my wishes failed. I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost. Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984. I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors, So give me seven more. I don't need her; I'm not that desperate. Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then Cause I'm not done screaming yet You can call off the intervention, cause I don't need your attention. Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984. I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors, So give me seven more. I don't need her; I'm not that desperate. I don't need her; I'm not that desperate. comment bitch

[08#;May#;09 @ 12:44pm ] You were once a sweet little girl so innocent and pure Your eyes were open and sure anyone could look right in I followed closely your gaze you looked up towards the sky But I watched your face drift away other things had caught your eye The magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol And maybe music television really is the devil after all But all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then before you grew up, before you gave in You dream of sharing your heart Instead you share your bed And your heart beats empty and cold With all the tears that you have shed You dream of baring your soul Instead you bare more skin And you wear dark glasses to keep Anyone from looking in The magazines and media supplied you with their plastic protocol Oh, and maybe music television really is the devil after all But all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then Before you grew up, before you gave in And all you want is to hear the words: "Dear baby I love you" So you hike your skirt higher still 'Till there eyes are all on you You drive in fast foreign cars The color of your sin And you tint your windows to keep Anyone from looking in Oh, and all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then Before you grew up, before you gave in And all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then You could be beautiful again.. comment bitch

[07#;May#;09 @ 05:27pm ] You're pulling at your teeth And at the nova cane you pump in your cheeks. That’s why I'm still around, You've got blood running down your chin. But you suffered peacefully (suffered peacefully) She was a termite Eating away at my roots. I was just a lost soul Who needed a home I was filling a void with you And I, I can't can't wait Until you've see see seen What depth and disgust Has done to me And I spent three years wishing For two things, that one day you'd break And I'd get to see How all the choices you made Would drive you insane I wish we never met As angry as I sound That’s just the way I cover up the way I feel. I've been that way for years and years Slave to broken hearts and sex appeal She was a termite Eating away at my roots. I was just a lost soul Who needed a home I was filling a void with you And I, I can't can't wait Until you've see see seen What depth and disgust Has done to me And I spent three years wishing For two things, that one day you'd break And I'd get to see How all the choices you made Would drive you insane I wish we never met She was a termite Eating away at my roots. I was just a lost soul Who needed a home I was filling a void with you comment bitch

[02#;Apr#;09 @ 07:20pm ] Like a rock, like a planet, Like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that i encounter everywhere I turn I've seen it all along In book and magazines like a twitch before dying like a pornographic sea there's a flower behind the window there's an ugly laughing man like a hummingbird in silence like the blood on the door it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door wash me clean and I will run until i reach the shore I've known it all along like the bone under my skin like actors in a photograph like paper in the wind there's a hammer by the window there's a knife on the floor like turbines in darkness like the blood on my door it's the generator comment bitch

[30#;Mar#;09 @ 02:28am ] gahhh here we go again. comment bitch

[02#;Jan#;09 @ 01:38pm ] nacho cheese dip The past week i been shooting an experimental reality web series. pretty much a camera following and documenting me and my friends, sunday im editing everything and hopefully ill have it finished by the end of the day. stay tuned. 1 !!!! comment bitch

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