i blame my dimentia on the wisdom tooth from hell
... "if you ask me, i'll say.... yes please, to you today... so don't ask me, cause i'm weak that way... just dont ask me.. okay... i'm so glad we got that... straightened away"....
and...
"and if you don't love me let me go... i am a writer, a writer of fiction, i am the heart that you call home, and i've written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones"...
here goes an attempt at something attempted thousands of times before....
i wander around this hill searching for you, looking high and low, and well... mostly high...
the white sheets draped over the side of your bed clinging onto their last bit of life... the smell of two pre-fallen bodies pressed against one another the previous night, skin sticking to sin, and well.... everything.
my failed attempts to befriend death lay quietly about the dresser... sleeping... just as the mounds of flesh lay slumbering betwixt the moonlight and the night light, and i wonder.... what exaclty were the words, if any, that managed to escape from the depths of your shallow breaths in a moment of unreciprocated passion.
k i'm done. too much thinking and a bit of drinking. blah. and i dont like to think about it, but damn writing is just fun.
OH AND... here is the link to the myspace, since rod's newly posted pictures, i feel, once again, do not do justice to the hotness that is me (i'm not conceitied, but really.. yeah)
http://www.myspace.com/2740677 there. go. look. enjoy. haha... just kidding, but no, its the only semi decent picture of the hair. i will get betters. and i will get another haircut too.. i'm thinking more... gone... dont like hair these days. blah.
k bye.
and...
"and if you don't love me let me go... i am a writer, a writer of fiction, i am the heart that you call home, and i've written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones"...
here goes an attempt at something attempted thousands of times before....
i wander around this hill searching for you, looking high and low, and well... mostly high...
the white sheets draped over the side of your bed clinging onto their last bit of life... the smell of two pre-fallen bodies pressed against one another the previous night, skin sticking to sin, and well.... everything.
my failed attempts to befriend death lay quietly about the dresser... sleeping... just as the mounds of flesh lay slumbering betwixt the moonlight and the night light, and i wonder.... what exaclty were the words, if any, that managed to escape from the depths of your shallow breaths in a moment of unreciprocated passion.
k i'm done. too much thinking and a bit of drinking. blah. and i dont like to think about it, but damn writing is just fun.
OH AND... here is the link to the myspace, since rod's newly posted pictures, i feel, once again, do not do justice to the hotness that is me (i'm not conceitied, but really.. yeah)
http://www.myspace.com/2740677 there. go. look. enjoy. haha... just kidding, but no, its the only semi decent picture of the hair. i will get betters. and i will get another haircut too.. i'm thinking more... gone... dont like hair these days. blah.
k bye.