...stuck under a smoking disposition...
I've been digging around in my head again...the inside is raw, red , and crusty with the scabs of my discontent and impatience.
Five cigarettes in the pack. Well, more like four...gotta burn one down, gotta thin the air. ...Gotta spackle the lungs...
The moon passed me on Markham today. I felt her gravitational pull at the back of my head, swung it around. Kissy face, zoom. Well, gotta stop for a cheese-burger.
Gloops, globs, and blobs of fat, come to my heart, I love you. You promise you won't give me a heart attack? Ok, then, I love you. Shmooch.
Full lips, full mouthed kiss. Embrace all your vices, they make you. They name you. They define you.
Pucker up, bitches-my-bitches.
Sometimes when you look inside, its like an earthquake, destroying your too-cool-resolve. A disaster that shakes loose the cataracts you've weaved to make you blind in that all too hip way. It's ok, I do it too, but you are the one who is.
All this talk of vice makes me want to smoke. Take that number to three, Mr. Wilcox. We'll need that for the records.
Oi.
Fucking oi.
"Oi, is, man...fucking Oi is putting in you bullshit, you know? Doing what you have to to contribute."-Sean (I'll admit I had to paraphrase...there was a lot of vodka around that year, but this man baptized me, motherfuckers, beer and vodka soaked in my leather jacket with the fur on the inside, yo. I miss you Sean. Drink to you! *Throw back a vodka*)
Couldn't agree more. My work ethic is oi.
So, I say 'oi.'
I used to have such a defined reason to keep at my current job and seek managment. Recently I have lost the passion for my job...and I know why. It's because the reason I had for working...the reason I had for supporting...well, everything was pulled out from under my feet, and no, officer, I can't identify the perp, I was off my guard...piss off.
Anyway, I'm motivated now to further my education because I no longer have a reason to suffer through a crap job. College bound? Wouldn't be the first time...
I wore pigtails today. Normally, I am too lazy to take the time to do anything with my hair other than wash and air-dry as I smoke a red on the way to work. Today, however, I took the time, and I parted my hair all nice and did fancy piggies where I don't pull the last bit through all the way, on account of my hair being so fucking long. I had cute little curls behind each of my ears. I was the one who is.
Not a single god damned person said a god damned thing about it. I don't even think anybody noticed.
I only get compliments on my appearance when I'm going on three days without a wash. What kind of a message is that, Humanity?
Aww, shit, Wilcox, take that fucking number down again! I'm stuck under a smoking disposition. Crushing me, crushing you.
All the weights we pile on ourselves. Well, I'm telling you, it doesn't have to be so heavy.
I'm spent.
-Guppy
"Fear can stop you loving. Love can stop your fear. Fear can stop you loving. But it's not always that clear..."-Morcheeba
"Gravity plays favorites, I know it cause I saw. Honest to god, officer, it's awful (awful)..." -Dresden dolls (Gravity)
Five cigarettes in the pack. Well, more like four...gotta burn one down, gotta thin the air. ...Gotta spackle the lungs...
The moon passed me on Markham today. I felt her gravitational pull at the back of my head, swung it around. Kissy face, zoom. Well, gotta stop for a cheese-burger.
Gloops, globs, and blobs of fat, come to my heart, I love you. You promise you won't give me a heart attack? Ok, then, I love you. Shmooch.
Full lips, full mouthed kiss. Embrace all your vices, they make you. They name you. They define you.
Pucker up, bitches-my-bitches.
Sometimes when you look inside, its like an earthquake, destroying your too-cool-resolve. A disaster that shakes loose the cataracts you've weaved to make you blind in that all too hip way. It's ok, I do it too, but you are the one who is.
All this talk of vice makes me want to smoke. Take that number to three, Mr. Wilcox. We'll need that for the records.
Oi.
Fucking oi.
"Oi, is, man...fucking Oi is putting in you bullshit, you know? Doing what you have to to contribute."-Sean (I'll admit I had to paraphrase...there was a lot of vodka around that year, but this man baptized me, motherfuckers, beer and vodka soaked in my leather jacket with the fur on the inside, yo. I miss you Sean. Drink to you! *Throw back a vodka*)
Couldn't agree more. My work ethic is oi.
So, I say 'oi.'
I used to have such a defined reason to keep at my current job and seek managment. Recently I have lost the passion for my job...and I know why. It's because the reason I had for working...the reason I had for supporting...well, everything was pulled out from under my feet, and no, officer, I can't identify the perp, I was off my guard...piss off.
Anyway, I'm motivated now to further my education because I no longer have a reason to suffer through a crap job. College bound? Wouldn't be the first time...
I wore pigtails today. Normally, I am too lazy to take the time to do anything with my hair other than wash and air-dry as I smoke a red on the way to work. Today, however, I took the time, and I parted my hair all nice and did fancy piggies where I don't pull the last bit through all the way, on account of my hair being so fucking long. I had cute little curls behind each of my ears. I was the one who is.
Not a single god damned person said a god damned thing about it. I don't even think anybody noticed.
I only get compliments on my appearance when I'm going on three days without a wash. What kind of a message is that, Humanity?
Aww, shit, Wilcox, take that fucking number down again! I'm stuck under a smoking disposition. Crushing me, crushing you.
All the weights we pile on ourselves. Well, I'm telling you, it doesn't have to be so heavy.
I'm spent.
-Guppy
"Fear can stop you loving. Love can stop your fear. Fear can stop you loving. But it's not always that clear..."-Morcheeba
"Gravity plays favorites, I know it cause I saw. Honest to god, officer, it's awful (awful)..." -Dresden dolls (Gravity)