what color is death?
(the shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh.)
i think i've fallen in love with acid bath.
exams are here! three down! one paper to revise and an exam to go! yayayayayay. i can't wait to go home. and see my at home friends. and see rob at home. and smoke lots and lots of dank out of mr. bong. and yes it will be amazing. and work at crappy ass cvs that i hate, but love at the same time because it's easy as shit and it makes me money. and i can't wait to buy christmas presents for everyone in my family and and and open presents too!
anyway. i have absolutely nothing to say. i learned to knit? that's kinda cool. i made a sweater. i'm gonna hopefully make more shit over winter break, although we are gipped out of a week this year.
christmas party wednesday night con gringa, hollywood, heidi, and abba dabba. mmmm peppermint schnapps with chocolate syrup to chase, it's going to be delicious.
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acid bath ->
a cloud of flies obscures the sun
a stone is dropped the dream undone
ripples grow and ride the tide
the dead things crawl from deep inside
with its dying sour breath
the burning smell of insect flesh
hungry things in circles crowd
around tv's turned up too loud
we are the dead next door
where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
taste the light inject the lord
i cut myself again cause i'm so fucking bored
the dream is swirling, i'm alone
where the streets are paved with bone
buildings with a hundred eyes
watch me through the swarming flies
behind shades pulled down tight
things are growing without light
hungry things in circles crowd
around tv's turned up too loud
the dream sea has been poisoned
the stoplight flashes me red
innocence suffocated in its sleep
dr. seuss is dead
i think i've fallen in love with acid bath.
exams are here! three down! one paper to revise and an exam to go! yayayayayay. i can't wait to go home. and see my at home friends. and see rob at home. and smoke lots and lots of dank out of mr. bong. and yes it will be amazing. and work at crappy ass cvs that i hate, but love at the same time because it's easy as shit and it makes me money. and i can't wait to buy christmas presents for everyone in my family and and and open presents too!
anyway. i have absolutely nothing to say. i learned to knit? that's kinda cool. i made a sweater. i'm gonna hopefully make more shit over winter break, although we are gipped out of a week this year.
christmas party wednesday night con gringa, hollywood, heidi, and abba dabba. mmmm peppermint schnapps with chocolate syrup to chase, it's going to be delicious.
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acid bath ->
a cloud of flies obscures the sun
a stone is dropped the dream undone
ripples grow and ride the tide
the dead things crawl from deep inside
with its dying sour breath
the burning smell of insect flesh
hungry things in circles crowd
around tv's turned up too loud
we are the dead next door
where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
taste the light inject the lord
i cut myself again cause i'm so fucking bored
the dream is swirling, i'm alone
where the streets are paved with bone
buildings with a hundred eyes
watch me through the swarming flies
behind shades pulled down tight
things are growing without light
hungry things in circles crowd
around tv's turned up too loud
the dream sea has been poisoned
the stoplight flashes me red
innocence suffocated in its sleep
dr. seuss is dead