Nov 24, 2006 13:18
i want to own you.
like, be your 0wn3r.
i miss it.
i miss torturing you. harming you. laughing at you.
i miss the pain of brain expansion.
i miss the darkness, and the blacklightness.
i miss the pulsating beats, making me type faster, and faster, and faster.
magic people, voodoo people.
halcyon.
my nose keeps wanting to find it's way back into pages and pages of text files.
the printer applauds.
texxxxxxt files.
puffs of cigarette smoke, pain killers.
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stale incense, cold sweat, and LIES, LIES, LIES.
it comes down to this.
your kiss.
your fist.
and your strain, it gets under my skin.
within.
take in.
the extent of my SIN.
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*picks up the acoustic guitar
"oh can't you see? ohhhhh can't you see....what that woman....she's been doin to me"
oh can't you see?