stinky feeeeet D:
"The Woman With The Tattooed Hands"
[verse 1]
I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful
but its the way that she interacted
she was aggressively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her
on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress
the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower)
now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take to this womans womb
it didn't make sense how she could commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
now if I've learned anything in my years (my years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
but what happened next damn near stole my tears
the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about Woman taking in all she can
and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands
[chorus: repeat 5x till song fades]
There's good and evil in each individual fire
identifies needs and feeds our desires
as long as we keep our spirit inspired
she can bite her bottom lip all she wants
Scar to scars I
see what we
loved. A cover for
old wounds.
Vein to veins
in love. I am with
open arms;
I learn slowly.
Did shrooms, went to a family dinner with Catrincacus, got hungover because of Paul and Andy's Mad Men theme party. Invited kevin over then kicked him out when I was done.
SUPER STOKED FOR THE SUMMER JOB.
I swear I had fun, but it was the fun that will be hard to remember in a few years. The sort of casual, young fun that involves friends hanging out and doing nothing too exciting, just fun. I like that, I can get behind that. I would like to have a few more legit adventures, but I get the feeling they will happen, just in a little bit. Like in a few weeks I'm going to SF Gay Pride so that will be an adventure for sure. I should plan a few more weekend adventures for the month of July. I don't want to spend a lot of time in Oxnard this summer. This much is TRUTH.
I've been thinking casually about Rccko recently. Just wistful thoughts, I miss his mom. More like I miss having a mother figure. Diaz and I had an interesting conversation about each other's parents, their styles and what we did and didn't like about it.
Sometimes I get jealous of other groups adventures. Sometimes I don't like how many dislikes I have about the world. But I am happy with the silly things my friends do. I am happy my friends make dinner on Sundays and play beer pong in the garage Saturdays. I'm glad I can spend a Saturday recovering on Gen's couch and someone will be there to give me Advil.
Goddamn it we might not be the ultimate in cool but we are the goddamn best in awesome.
[verse 1]
I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful
but its the way that she interacted
she was aggressively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her
on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress
the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower)
now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take to this womans womb
it didn't make sense how she could commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
now if I've learned anything in my years (my years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
but what happened next damn near stole my tears
the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about Woman taking in all she can
and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands
[chorus: repeat 5x till song fades]
There's good and evil in each individual fire
identifies needs and feeds our desires
as long as we keep our spirit inspired
she can bite her bottom lip all she wants
Scar to scars I
see what we
loved. A cover for
old wounds.
Vein to veins
in love. I am with
open arms;
I learn slowly.
Did shrooms, went to a family dinner with Catrincacus, got hungover because of Paul and Andy's Mad Men theme party. Invited kevin over then kicked him out when I was done.
SUPER STOKED FOR THE SUMMER JOB.
I swear I had fun, but it was the fun that will be hard to remember in a few years. The sort of casual, young fun that involves friends hanging out and doing nothing too exciting, just fun. I like that, I can get behind that. I would like to have a few more legit adventures, but I get the feeling they will happen, just in a little bit. Like in a few weeks I'm going to SF Gay Pride so that will be an adventure for sure. I should plan a few more weekend adventures for the month of July. I don't want to spend a lot of time in Oxnard this summer. This much is TRUTH.
I've been thinking casually about Rccko recently. Just wistful thoughts, I miss his mom. More like I miss having a mother figure. Diaz and I had an interesting conversation about each other's parents, their styles and what we did and didn't like about it.
Sometimes I get jealous of other groups adventures. Sometimes I don't like how many dislikes I have about the world. But I am happy with the silly things my friends do. I am happy my friends make dinner on Sundays and play beer pong in the garage Saturdays. I'm glad I can spend a Saturday recovering on Gen's couch and someone will be there to give me Advil.
Goddamn it we might not be the ultimate in cool but we are the goddamn best in awesome.