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call me emo, call me a scene kid, all of you can shove it. there's still beauty in modern art. people just need to stop being elitists. its not about being vegan or straight edge or hardcore or indie or emo or a ska kid. it's about expression of idea, people. you shouldn't be involved in art if you can't respect it. in this society where globalization has eaten your children's ethnicity and republicans close you off from the world and democrats just complain, we can still make art. go to a protest, go kiss beautiful lips, or go build bridges. just please stop living in the shadows of this band or that person or this oil painter or that lawyer or that celebrity. go personalize the world and paint it with your opinions and your ideas and your love.
Please love, just come home again. Just let this one pass, there will be another. And this after before the pain. Every deliberate hangs by my left hand. Those eyelids and this warm water floods my nostrils. Neck deep, i cry high. Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain. Dreaming of those elucid moments when smiles hang high. Limbs outsretchded, a bad moon rising. Faucet turning. Desolation churning. Drowning in what we've become. Neck deep, i cry high. I have spilled and you cannot fathom the notion, that it was the end of something. This is the end
with love
christopher anthony harrison
Please love, just come home again. Just let this one pass, there will be another. And this after before the pain. Every deliberate hangs by my left hand. Those eyelids and this warm water floods my nostrils. Neck deep, i cry high. Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain. Dreaming of those elucid moments when smiles hang high. Limbs outsretchded, a bad moon rising. Faucet turning. Desolation churning. Drowning in what we've become. Neck deep, i cry high. I have spilled and you cannot fathom the notion, that it was the end of something. This is the end
with love
christopher anthony harrison