drag the lake, you'll find it full of love
wow i cannot understand how mad i am right now. THE NUMBER TWELVE LOOKS LIKE YOU DID COME TO HOUSTON, THEY CAME 7-22-05 STARTING AT 8:00. GUESS WHEN I FIGURED THAT OUT? 7-22-05 AT 11:10 GOD FUCKING SHIT DAMMIT ALL TO MOTHERFUCKING HELL
well, yeah, i'm a little mad. anyway.
i got back from dallas late last night. it was cool i guess. and jesus christ did all of you update. crazy, it was like reading a novel. haha get off the fucking computer guys and call me. jeez.
kidding kidding. well, i'm not really, but, it's in a joking tone that i am saying it. yeah.
o yeah and did you guys know?
I HAVE A WORKING JACUZZI!!
it works now, so i shall have a jacuzzi party. but, only 6 people can fit, so i don't know how many of you will be invited.
er, i'll probably have a slew of parties, now that i think about it. so, maybe all of you will. and you all will see my room, which is now like, party central. i have a black light, neon lamp, lava lamp, phosphorescent paint posters, glowy things everywhere, and now, a strobe light. in the words of wenjing,
"man, i wanna get high in your room. it would be totally cool"
or something along those lines. ahaha as soon as everyone leaves my house, perhaps you can.
anyway oh jaimie if you're reading this i have a parting gift for you! we need to go hang out and i'll give it to you. it's not as rainbow-y as i would have hoped, but, it's very colour-ful to say the least. i hope you'll like it :)
now i'm wondering why my dearest nicolas will not get on aim right now. haha it's so sad i get on aim only to talk to him, no one else.
although, in all fairness, no one else is not away or is someone i want to talk to. if that makes sense to you guys.
well, i've still got about an hour to waste before i sign off [cause nick always signs off around midnight, so if he's not on by then, then i know he will not be joining me tonight]. sooo...
We are living in your trust back to square one again this is becoming what is was meant to For self-exploitation for meaningless narcissism this is becoming an encyclopedia for our ideas Suck it up and shoot ten uploadclick stop type- I'll sign up to finger fuck your wasted coke bottles now upload Turn to the left turn to the right try to capture the pain the juxtaposition between your dark silhouette and the stark white wall Capture the ambiguous expression the one that forms a marriage between concept and form You might be beautiful lets find out- Suck it down suck it up a throat swallowing thousands to sing you to sleep.
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forget everything i'm about to say.
it's important you appear startled.
i didn't survive the crash.
this is nothing personal.
i just had to stop shaking.
i'm sorry, but i don't feel as if i'm in any shape to comfort you.
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Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I'm lovesick.
Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Trust me.
We'll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we're over it, under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I've done it again.
Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I'm lonesome.
God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.
[p.s. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.]
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Boys: shoot to thrill from the hip. This time we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant.
In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery.
The livestock is star struck. They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons.
Goddamn animal. You'd better watch where you spit.
Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we'll dim the lights on the floor.
Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine. Everybody looks quite dazzling,
trussed up in their formal attire.
You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts.
We're locked and loaded. Drip fed and bloated. Our trigger fingers snagged
in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In the dark, begging for more.
When the urgency strikes you, you'd better not lose your nerve.
It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the world. It's alright.
There's a pail by the bed if you need one (but you're doing just fine).
When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do shots at the bar.
Last call, kill it.
We don't think in terms of the morning afters, and we don't utter a single word of the night befores.
In the meantime we're just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and lonelier than the last man standing. It doesn't get any better than this so run like Hell.
This is a rock and roll takeover.
Living each day one night at a time.
There were mercy fucks, there was blood.
You should have been there by my side.
This is passion, this is red handed denial.
I have no lover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes. Last call, kill it
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ahhh man now i want to write some poetry. maybe i will.
well, i will. so i'm off. peace out.
well, yeah, i'm a little mad. anyway.
i got back from dallas late last night. it was cool i guess. and jesus christ did all of you update. crazy, it was like reading a novel. haha get off the fucking computer guys and call me. jeez.
kidding kidding. well, i'm not really, but, it's in a joking tone that i am saying it. yeah.
o yeah and did you guys know?
I HAVE A WORKING JACUZZI!!
it works now, so i shall have a jacuzzi party. but, only 6 people can fit, so i don't know how many of you will be invited.
er, i'll probably have a slew of parties, now that i think about it. so, maybe all of you will. and you all will see my room, which is now like, party central. i have a black light, neon lamp, lava lamp, phosphorescent paint posters, glowy things everywhere, and now, a strobe light. in the words of wenjing,
"man, i wanna get high in your room. it would be totally cool"
or something along those lines. ahaha as soon as everyone leaves my house, perhaps you can.
anyway oh jaimie if you're reading this i have a parting gift for you! we need to go hang out and i'll give it to you. it's not as rainbow-y as i would have hoped, but, it's very colour-ful to say the least. i hope you'll like it :)
now i'm wondering why my dearest nicolas will not get on aim right now. haha it's so sad i get on aim only to talk to him, no one else.
although, in all fairness, no one else is not away or is someone i want to talk to. if that makes sense to you guys.
well, i've still got about an hour to waste before i sign off [cause nick always signs off around midnight, so if he's not on by then, then i know he will not be joining me tonight]. sooo...
We are living in your trust back to square one again this is becoming what is was meant to For self-exploitation for meaningless narcissism this is becoming an encyclopedia for our ideas Suck it up and shoot ten uploadclick stop type- I'll sign up to finger fuck your wasted coke bottles now upload Turn to the left turn to the right try to capture the pain the juxtaposition between your dark silhouette and the stark white wall Capture the ambiguous expression the one that forms a marriage between concept and form You might be beautiful lets find out- Suck it down suck it up a throat swallowing thousands to sing you to sleep.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
forget everything i'm about to say.
it's important you appear startled.
i didn't survive the crash.
this is nothing personal.
i just had to stop shaking.
i'm sorry, but i don't feel as if i'm in any shape to comfort you.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I'm lovesick.
Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Trust me.
We'll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we're over it, under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I've done it again.
Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I'm lonesome.
God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.
[p.s. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.]
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Boys: shoot to thrill from the hip. This time we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant.
In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery.
The livestock is star struck. They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons.
Goddamn animal. You'd better watch where you spit.
Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we'll dim the lights on the floor.
Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine. Everybody looks quite dazzling,
trussed up in their formal attire.
You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts.
We're locked and loaded. Drip fed and bloated. Our trigger fingers snagged
in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In the dark, begging for more.
When the urgency strikes you, you'd better not lose your nerve.
It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the world. It's alright.
There's a pail by the bed if you need one (but you're doing just fine).
When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do shots at the bar.
Last call, kill it.
We don't think in terms of the morning afters, and we don't utter a single word of the night befores.
In the meantime we're just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and lonelier than the last man standing. It doesn't get any better than this so run like Hell.
This is a rock and roll takeover.
Living each day one night at a time.
There were mercy fucks, there was blood.
You should have been there by my side.
This is passion, this is red handed denial.
I have no lover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes. Last call, kill it
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
ahhh man now i want to write some poetry. maybe i will.
well, i will. so i'm off. peace out.