there’s no kill like overkill or the insightfull case of getting engaged via internet
05 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
Some kind of secret locked inside, i don’t even know where to hide.
Can we run from our ideals, i don’t think, i don’t know, i don’t feel. Not today, today i want to be just a empty canvas. Paint on me shooting arrows that go all the way up to the moon.
Make me burst into colors and make me think I’m the only one that can do that. I want to know the real meaning behind the blue sky, I, for one, don’t even see it blue, I see it in different shades of green.
I wish i was myself again, but what self is that?
Maybe I should get some imaginary friends, they would understand what I mean.
After all,
we're all mad here.
no memories or the odd case of being myself today
07 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
I dream in color so I can see light I see green there where it's white Chase me around Play with my mind Let everything flow So that I may unwind I have no soul left No thoughts to call back I feel as tough I'm melting Inside my own lap Let me flow down the drain Honey, let there finally be rain! I wanna live underwater today.
jabberwacky or the magnificent case of winter to come
07 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
in shades of green, Uncategorized
f i r e
in my lungs, in the sky, in his eyes
reflections of bats swirl within his mind
we are on a path of no return take me home i want you so.
Into the wild blue or the awkward case of if you don’t like it then why are you still around?
13 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
I can’t believe we’re stuck in this again. What’s wrong with you? If you want it so bad than just do it but leave me out of this.
Walking through forests, muddy paths, married men with children everything is possible in Fun.
Need i change my screws?
Adjusting to reality once more.
I still don’t know what you want. Stop teasing or else i’ll start and you won’t like it. Don’t stick by if you’re looking in someone else’s garden anyways.
Might you have some candy? or the stupid case of “i’m so not taking directions from you ever again!”
03 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
I will never again speak of such things if you don’t want me to.
Try to disappear for a few days, lay low, figure stuff out survive on eggs and lovely thinking. Never gonna be right no matter what i do .
I can offer everything but still get nothing in return, just karma. You never know what you get these days.
Could you be wrong? Of course you are, no more buses at evening, no more walking aimlessly into uncharted territories.
Fuck you for caring, it only makes things worse.
Running backwards at full warp or the sinister case of people migrating just to avoid you
01 Oct 2011 1 Comment
Golden days of summer in fall, pumpkins turning into prince charming just to then turn into tin foil.
Rays of sun and coins with holes, nothing works today.
I feel a bit confused as to what I’m supposed to think or feel today.
Am I not enough? Am I …
I don’t know what I am anymore.
Too bad we never even got to try.
Windy days or the strange case of where the hell is the washing machine?
17 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
Strange days of cold and wind
Why are we in this hole, why dose it matter how she looks?
It’s not you, it’s her.
Lights, love, low place to sink,
Only interested in the intellectual aspects my ass.
Sew my head with beads again and screw my head back on. Today’s not a good day for science.
Wicked days or the strange case of white beds and a black brekfast
13 May 2011 Leave a Comment
I am
You are
Are we?
Killing in the name of lamps is not killing, it’s illumination
Killing you in the name of me is bliss
Random acts of anger and sweet taste of glue
Wrap myself in cardboard, glue myself to the walls, screaming silent tunes of yellow hummingbirds
Gold plates, silver dollars, copper wires and glass souls,
Nothing is me.
The balance between liberty and necesity or the strange case of social un-comunication
08 May 2011 Leave a Comment
Red lamp across my desk, swing arm in place, the dreaded start.
Black liquid in my glass, lemon zest, nothing in the dark.
Fear is nothing but a chemical unbalance, and so are all other feelings.
Staring at the wall again, blank mind. Blank thinking . Blank Z’s coming out of my mouth.
Nothing is what it seems anymore. Nothing is real except this. THIS is what we were made for.
Get readyAddiction and affection or the strange case of why do i still care
07 May 2011 Leave a Comment
Sew my head with seeds again, comfy in my chair makin' plans for world domination, spinning out of control in a kiddie swing with no one watching. Talk, shout, drink-drive, nothing's impossible. Maybe we're meant for eachother, my head's screwed on not just right, you lost yours.
