Have a drink, it's on me.

You say that you're broken
I just wanna fix you

Tell me what to do , baby, i will listen.
Days that go unwritten
all the things you're missing

tell me what to do, baby, i can fix it.

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and it has this voice calling ... come play with us.

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It smells like you in my mind.

pressing bodies,
hhh, hhh, hahh,
fingers pressed into skin,
mhh, mhh, mhhm,
blood is pumping,
hands, lips and skin touching.
harder, faster,
those clouds far above seem much closer.

found old pictures of my mom and her friends.
makes me resentful towards the time I'm in.

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Conversations with myself.

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
When you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
You will be the one screaming out
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry.

I miss other places.

And now when I look at you
I'm red like a tomato
I hardly articulate
Hello
and I'm so ashamed
Cause every night every night
I see you in my wet dreams
You are just like a pornstar
and I
suckyourcocklikeawhore.

funniest song ever. -> : D

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My favorite dreams of you wash ashore.

Tape ain't gonna fix it honey
It ain't gonna stick
Tape ain't gonna fix it honey
It ain't gonna stick to you

Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time don't give a shit.
Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time's just gonna hit on you
I said, six kinds of blue
Won't hold you, won't hold you
Oh my oh, oh my you've got to
You've got to, you've got to.

You've got to.
explode into a pile of blood, bones and dead eyes every five seconds.

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This is where I would tell you, that you don't get to me.
And you would look and say nothing, since that's what you do when you know,
my lie isn't even a good one, but you know I need it to keep away from the edge of tears.
They just flow too easily these days.
You know. Still you push on. Tear down the walls you know I need.
So there you stand, with the sword to my throat, all I can do is wait for you to decide your move.
But I don't.
Kicked you off your legs, as they broke my heart stopped beating forever and a day.
When you lie there you say nothing, you won't even look at me.
But how can you expect my trust when you dare even point that gun at me.
Why even put me in that situation to begin with. Why test my trust all the time.
If you want it, this sure isn't the way.
What is the purpose of this.
My ears are ringing. I don't like writing like this.
But that's how it has to be.
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I followed suit and laid
out on my back.
Imagine that.
A million hours left to
think of you and think of
that.

we're going down for sure.

“Rita – You’ve got to challenge death an’ disease. I read this poem about fightin’ death…
Frank – Ah, Dylan Thomas …
Rita – No, Roger McGough. It was about this old man who runs away from hospital an’ goes out the ale. He gets pissed and stands in the street shoutin’ an’ challengin’ death to come out an’ fight. It’s dead good.
Frank – Yes. I don’t think I know the actual piece you mean …
Rita – I’ll bring y’ the book. It’s great.
Frank – Thank you.
Rita – You probably won’t think it’s any good.
Frank – Why?
Rita – It’s the sort of poetry you can understand.”

“Frank – found a culture have you Rita? Found a better song to sing have you ? No- you’ve found a different song that’s all – and on your lips it’s shrill and hollow and tuneless. “
Rita - …I don’t need you. I’ve got a room full of books. I know what clothes to wear, what wine to buy, what plays to see, what papers and books to read. I can do without you.
- Is that all you wanted. Have you come all this way for so very, very little ?"

“You think I just ended up with a load of quotes an’ empty phrases, an’ I did. But that wasn’t your doin’. I was so hungry. I wanted it all so much that I didn’t want it to be questioned. I told y’ I was stupid. It’s like Trish, y’ know my flatmate, I though she was so cool an’ together – I came home the other night an’ she’d tried to top herself. Magic isn’t it ? She spends half her life eatin’ wholefoods an’ health foods to make her live longer, an’ the other half tryin’ to kill herself.”

Humour me.

pahpahpahpokah fays.
a little gambling is fun when you're with me,
russian roulette is not the same without a gun,
and baby when it's love if its not rough it isnt fun, fun.


I live above that old theater,
it's been closed for a good 30 years now.
The paint is falling off and most of the lights are out,
some newpapers fly by and there's this homeless lady always sitting right by the doors.
I go down and give her food and stuff when I can, and when she's there.
Some days she isn't.
Not cause I pity her. Cause I don't. And she wouldn't like it either.
You can tell by her once nice fur coat and shoes.
My flat is all improvised, since it's not really meant for living in from the start. whichjustmakesitallbetter.
Warm colours, red and orange and yellow naked light bulbs hanging from the ceiling here and there. And a red lamp shaped like a fish or so. Sometimes it's a cat.
Beads and pearls around the door openings, and black feathers all over one of the rooms.
Maybe a crow decided to take all of his off once.
Crooked and non matching rooms.
The stairs straight up to the roof. I have an old couch up there, and lights around the chimneys.
That's where I live.
therewegotherewego.

everything is slipping, i stand by and watch, paralyzed from anxiety and thrills.

I'd bleed for you,
I'll cry for you.
Don't let me down
don't make a sound
don't throw it all away.


Like when you stand on a beach, and you stick your hands in the sand, and you cup your hands, and you pick some up. It just feels right, it's either cold or warm.
But you spread your fingers, and the sand falls through.
Why do you do that. Like really. Why.
You want to watch it fall away but when it's gone you want it back.
So you stick your hands in the sand again, and pick some up. It's either cold or warm.


i hate this gum i have.
it tastes mediocre.
and the taste goes away too fast.
Something about the Bürgerbräu Keller.
The Beer Hall Putsch.
outside gums fall from the sky.
they die when they hit the ground,
their everlasting flavour running down the streets.
forever.


I think I'm just insane.
No, for real.
I see this all the time.
No, not for real.
Just when I close my eyes. Sometimes.

Love is suicide.

Lily.

If I could kiss her
I wouldn't mind the time it took to find
My lily, my one and only
I can hardly wait till I see her
Oh lily, I know you love me
Cause as they're draggin me away
I swear I saw her raise her hand and wave (goodbye).

Silly, I know I'm silly
Cause I'm hanging in this tree
In the hopes that she will catch a glimpse of me
And thru her window shade
I watch her shadow move
I wonder if she.......?

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Drugs. I don't mind. I think so.

Now you shaped that liquid wax
Fit it out with crater cracks
Sweet devotion- my delight

Oh, you're such a pretty one
And the naked thrills of flesh and skin
Would tease me through the night
"Now i hate to leave you bare
If you need me I'll be there
Don't you ever let me down"

..dazed by careless words
Cosy in my mind

And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane

And I called your name
My cocain.

"we're gonna nail this guy, and when we're done, we're gonna go eat fish of those naked chicks!"
CHEAH

- Showdown in little Tokyo

- He said he wishes to make love to your mother.
- I heard the fucker.
- It's an odd request...

/Revenge