when i get back...
Pre-break of dawn,
Hear the ring, it's me live from a pay phone in the rain.
Things pan out exactly as i say they will.
Cause I'll be less happy when I get back.
Two hands in one glove as if we were poor.
The hard up make soup from stones like the poor before them did before.
You say.. You say the waiting could crush your heart.
But it's nothing new to me,
having you crave me so desperately.
But I know,
How when you need me you bleed for me,
Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans.
Always and forever we are apart.
And may she see,
She'd be free overjoyed in distance if she only let me sleep.
"Will things make less happy..
When I get back!?"
Absence makes the heart grow still.
Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill.
I know, but I know.
You say.. You say the waiting could crush your heart.
It's nothing new to me,
Having you crave me so desperately.
But I know,
How when you need me you bleed for me.
Though now, I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans.
Always and forever we are apart.
And may she see,
She'd be free overjoycing in distance if she only let me sleep....
Make the dead feel deader.
Deader.
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor.
Kill the prey.
Kill the prey.
I'll hold My child's head underwater.
If it's a boy, I was joking.
If it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did because I had to...
And if you find my kid later, tell her I laughed too.
But it's nothing new to me,
Having you crave me so desperately.
But I know,
How when you need me you bleed for me,
Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans.
Always and forever we are apart.
And may she see,
She'd be free overjoyed in distance,
If she only let me sleep.
"When I get back."
It just might work out fine,
Because I love you enough to let you give the pain that I want.
And when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you.
Once upon my night stand, lied letters piled in columns.
Postmarked "Middle Island",
Out east in the county of Solemn.
*scoffs*
and then there was the vanity in me...
ehh, it's too long to explain? I myself am in disbelief cause it makes no sense at all. Ofcourse i'll ask you for your opinion but be ready to give me an answer that'll please me. Why me? and why that? Why the fuck does that happen to me, do i need to get an evaluation. does that explain my sex drive of -20 MPH? Is that it? tell me. and what the hell can i or should i do about it?
anywaaaays..
i just got back from taking those annoying passport pictures. The photography guy was so funny looking, and he was all like " aww come on, i know theres a cam model in you!"
to say the least... me + flash = 'oh naw nigga!'
and i look like a pale french whore doing the 'narrow eyed and yearning for a good ramming' number, all i need is a cigarrette in my fucking mouth. sexy eh? is that what will make me sexy? everyone is sexy, cristi is sexy, so is nati, my neeners, OLIVIA (see there you go!) binkers is a sexy machine EVERYONE is sexy..and i have a mug of what?
cam whore.
i guess the only pics i'm good for require an amusing side take, b+w, high contrast and um..captions?
oh and binkers, i finna hit you up on the telescone cause there MIGHT be vital signs to mission: GET ROMI OUT OF THE HELLHOLE AND OUT IN DA CLUB.
working?
reply away.