mission accomplished
well, the party was a complete success. everyone seemed to enjoy themselves for the most part. i really want to thank jesse, jason, lyle, and scott (the homeowners) for letting us party at their places. thanks to everyone who came. i hope you had a SWELL time. thanks to the beautiful girls that make me want to be a better person. thanks to the gorgeous guys that...you know.
and i do apologize to everyone for the little cop scare towards the end of the fiasco. they were just checking people for drunk driving. they meant no harm so they were cool by me. i hope no one gave them any trouble. and im super glad that no one got in any trouble themselves...thanks to the luck of the irish.
and happy birthday to my daddy!
foregoing the pleasure of
the treasure of the measure. of
revealing the danger of the anger of
this strangers love.
peel away the birthing skin empty shell, a virgins grin.
pealing back this wilted skin.
parade around this painful end.
to a child always in danger.
from his very first breath to his aching last.
rising from the twisted,
remains vine of rapture.
sanctity defied,
elevate your stifled mind
liberate the child, salivating in the wild.
you cant sell me my birth right.
your genocide death ride.
you cant turn blood into wine.
and carry the weight of the sun on my shoulders.
sense and sensibility revealing what you are
an outsider in your own house
feeding me this steady stream of fear.
and i do apologize to everyone for the little cop scare towards the end of the fiasco. they were just checking people for drunk driving. they meant no harm so they were cool by me. i hope no one gave them any trouble. and im super glad that no one got in any trouble themselves...thanks to the luck of the irish.
and happy birthday to my daddy!
foregoing the pleasure of
the treasure of the measure. of
revealing the danger of the anger of
this strangers love.
peel away the birthing skin empty shell, a virgins grin.
pealing back this wilted skin.
parade around this painful end.
to a child always in danger.
from his very first breath to his aching last.
rising from the twisted,
remains vine of rapture.
sanctity defied,
elevate your stifled mind
liberate the child, salivating in the wild.
you cant sell me my birth right.
your genocide death ride.
you cant turn blood into wine.
and carry the weight of the sun on my shoulders.
sense and sensibility revealing what you are
an outsider in your own house
feeding me this steady stream of fear.