Ink Runs Into My Cup...
...I sip epiphany.
I suppose I'm back now.
Swollen eyelids, baffled by this. Tell us what you see.
The hair on the back of your neck stands, another way out, another way out. The Army Ants have escaped.
I don't know what to write about, however. I mean, I suppose I'm doing better than before but it's not good enough.
Free of Body. Free of Mind. I'll build my mold up, rest inside.
I mean, I don't know. I'm thinking about taking a few A.P tests to get credit for them. I'm considering taking the Psychology A.P test and both of the English A.P tests.
The time has come to face this, we all must bare witness.
I honestly don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. I mean, for a short period of time I thought I was sure, but now I don't know. Blech. Though what's weird is that lately I've been, over all, pretty happy.
I'm just another John you gyped, another sucker stiffed. I walk on though, in the scripts, through your long, long, grift. The love that once had me in your grip was just a long, long, grift.
I want to learn how to fight with a sword really bad. I want to learn how to partake in sword-play as well as learn how to fence. I'm practically drooling over wanting to own eight different swords/sets. All of which, by themselves, under a hundred dollars.
Could you be the one I'm thinking of? Could you be the girl I really love? All the people tell me so, but what do all the people know?
I was using song qoutes to break up thoughts into new sections, but to digress I would like to point out that I could get a wooden Tai Chi Practice Sword and a set of two Wooden Bokens(one black and one natural wood) practice swords. All of which, combined, for under fourty dollars before shipping.
Would it be so hard for you to state just for the record that you've done your best to do nothing at all?
Okay, so sword talk. Right. I want to get this set of three Bushido styled swords, a Katana, Wakizashi, and a Tanto. Each of the hilt's are wrapped in blue and gold nylon cord. Each with a wooden sheath and a table-top stand to hold all three. The Largest(the Katana) is fourty six inches over-all. It's Fifty Four Ninety Nine. And I want it so damn bad. But the FIRST thing I want(aside from the practice swords) is a Black Spiral Wrap Rapier, thirty six inches of blade, complete with a leather scabbard. Stainless steel blade with mirror finish. It's Fourty Nine Ninety Nine. And yeah. I could pick these up gradually as I am still limiting myself to a strict 20 dollars a week regiment. I'll just save up the twenty dollars each week to get awesomeness.
My friends say she's a dumb blonde, but they don't know she dyes her hair. She thinks the fighting essential America is easily solved. But what to wear to Bel Air Premier is a problem she could never solve. She's an air-head, stun gun and mace, Kharnabb Ghia plates say lost in space. She's an air-head, thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious. She's an airhead, tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black and she's an airhead. While I'm impressed with the length of those legs she's not the intellectual giant. She'd like to maybe model, and maybe act or start her magazine. But before she signs any contract, she'd better learn to read(and that's a fact!). But in her dreams she's the queen of her fashion Regime. You ask me do I love you? Does the pope live in the woods? Quod Erat demonstrandum, baby. (ooo you speak french!) She's an air-head, stun gun and mace, Kharnabb Ghia plates say lost in space. She's an air-head, thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious. She's an airhead, tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black and she's an airhead. And while I'm impressed with the size of that chest she's not an intellectual giant. Sweet and low, and oh-so. Little Ms. Dora Jarre. Safe sex and fish nets, and could you walk me to my car? She's losing faith in a world that is out of control so she's gonna nix politics, she's taking up vollyball! Vollyball! Why? She's an air-head, stun gun and mace, Kharnabb Ghia plates say lost in space. She's an air-head, thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious. She's an airhead, and now the time's come for the end of my song, don't get me wrong, if she's an airhead it has to be said, it was men made her that way, it was us made her that way that way, it was us made her that way! - Airhead, Thomas Dolby.
I suppose I'm back now.
Swollen eyelids, baffled by this. Tell us what you see.
The hair on the back of your neck stands, another way out, another way out. The Army Ants have escaped.
I don't know what to write about, however. I mean, I suppose I'm doing better than before but it's not good enough.
Free of Body. Free of Mind. I'll build my mold up, rest inside.
I mean, I don't know. I'm thinking about taking a few A.P tests to get credit for them. I'm considering taking the Psychology A.P test and both of the English A.P tests.
The time has come to face this, we all must bare witness.
I honestly don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. I mean, for a short period of time I thought I was sure, but now I don't know. Blech. Though what's weird is that lately I've been, over all, pretty happy.
I'm just another John you gyped, another sucker stiffed. I walk on though, in the scripts, through your long, long, grift. The love that once had me in your grip was just a long, long, grift.
I want to learn how to fight with a sword really bad. I want to learn how to partake in sword-play as well as learn how to fence. I'm practically drooling over wanting to own eight different swords/sets. All of which, by themselves, under a hundred dollars.
Could you be the one I'm thinking of? Could you be the girl I really love? All the people tell me so, but what do all the people know?
I was using song qoutes to break up thoughts into new sections, but to digress I would like to point out that I could get a wooden Tai Chi Practice Sword and a set of two Wooden Bokens(one black and one natural wood) practice swords. All of which, combined, for under fourty dollars before shipping.
Would it be so hard for you to state just for the record that you've done your best to do nothing at all?
Okay, so sword talk. Right. I want to get this set of three Bushido styled swords, a Katana, Wakizashi, and a Tanto. Each of the hilt's are wrapped in blue and gold nylon cord. Each with a wooden sheath and a table-top stand to hold all three. The Largest(the Katana) is fourty six inches over-all. It's Fifty Four Ninety Nine. And I want it so damn bad. But the FIRST thing I want(aside from the practice swords) is a Black Spiral Wrap Rapier, thirty six inches of blade, complete with a leather scabbard. Stainless steel blade with mirror finish. It's Fourty Nine Ninety Nine. And yeah. I could pick these up gradually as I am still limiting myself to a strict 20 dollars a week regiment. I'll just save up the twenty dollars each week to get awesomeness.
My friends say she's a dumb blonde, but they don't know she dyes her hair. She thinks the fighting essential America is easily solved. But what to wear to Bel Air Premier is a problem she could never solve. She's an air-head, stun gun and mace, Kharnabb Ghia plates say lost in space. She's an air-head, thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious. She's an airhead, tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black and she's an airhead. While I'm impressed with the length of those legs she's not the intellectual giant. She'd like to maybe model, and maybe act or start her magazine. But before she signs any contract, she'd better learn to read(and that's a fact!). But in her dreams she's the queen of her fashion Regime. You ask me do I love you? Does the pope live in the woods? Quod Erat demonstrandum, baby. (ooo you speak french!) She's an air-head, stun gun and mace, Kharnabb Ghia plates say lost in space. She's an air-head, thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious. She's an airhead, tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black and she's an airhead. And while I'm impressed with the size of that chest she's not an intellectual giant. Sweet and low, and oh-so. Little Ms. Dora Jarre. Safe sex and fish nets, and could you walk me to my car? She's losing faith in a world that is out of control so she's gonna nix politics, she's taking up vollyball! Vollyball! Why? She's an air-head, stun gun and mace, Kharnabb Ghia plates say lost in space. She's an air-head, thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious. She's an airhead, and now the time's come for the end of my song, don't get me wrong, if she's an airhead it has to be said, it was men made her that way, it was us made her that way that way, it was us made her that way! - Airhead, Thomas Dolby.