Splinters....
Swim with hair dryers, and sleep with forks in sockets...
Suicide & all things lovely.
Aahh Willy Mason. He did the right thing, making a name for himself with oxygen. I love that voice. I love the album, the dexterity behind the album, the album artwork, I love the whole situation.He has pretty eye lashes.
I don't like the word slash, in any context.
Lies Pouring Out Of Television Screams & A Combination Of Numbers...
(99999......54465)
I swear I just saw George Harrison in a purple tux. I swear. Which is true, because I do. But I won't, right now. Won't/Must.... All psychological traps....
Alright so.... this is nice, real nice. Walls all around and one too many reasons to lean against wet paint. Holidays, which could be good. But could also be bad... It could be bad for the following reasons:
1: Too much thinking, too many upsets, too many suicides
2: Heavy heads & heavy questions
3: Drinking all around and not a sober one in sight
4: Cigarettes wanting to drown in the rain
5: This is the time when we all grow distant from one another and form our own reasons and our own worlds. This is the time when parties are had and presents are given and presents are taken by ambulances. This is the time of year when funerals are inappropraitely named celebrations; although the death took place at another celebration or widely known as party...
I don't like to celebrate much. No matter what they try to call it, I cannot accept it for its masked version. Masks, one and all. I don't believe that there is one person on this earth that does not own a social mask or two, of some kind. There is not one person, not even the dalai lama.
Don't run from the drowning lungs, they'll only catch you.
Suicide & all things lovely.
Aahh Willy Mason. He did the right thing, making a name for himself with oxygen. I love that voice. I love the album, the dexterity behind the album, the album artwork, I love the whole situation.He has pretty eye lashes.
I don't like the word slash, in any context.
Lies Pouring Out Of Television Screams & A Combination Of Numbers...
(99999......54465)
I swear I just saw George Harrison in a purple tux. I swear. Which is true, because I do. But I won't, right now. Won't/Must.... All psychological traps....
Alright so.... this is nice, real nice. Walls all around and one too many reasons to lean against wet paint. Holidays, which could be good. But could also be bad... It could be bad for the following reasons:
1: Too much thinking, too many upsets, too many suicides
2: Heavy heads & heavy questions
3: Drinking all around and not a sober one in sight
4: Cigarettes wanting to drown in the rain
5: This is the time when we all grow distant from one another and form our own reasons and our own worlds. This is the time when parties are had and presents are given and presents are taken by ambulances. This is the time of year when funerals are inappropraitely named celebrations; although the death took place at another celebration or widely known as party...
I don't like to celebrate much. No matter what they try to call it, I cannot accept it for its masked version. Masks, one and all. I don't believe that there is one person on this earth that does not own a social mask or two, of some kind. There is not one person, not even the dalai lama.
Don't run from the drowning lungs, they'll only catch you.