Savannah, I hope to be there by the morning and see this pining all transforming into the arms of the Georgia sun
savannah, I'd love to feel the heat; the sunrise brushing rays across my windshield as if one dries the streams from off my face

yet I know you'll be there cause you'll know I'll want you to be there and we'll say hello as you're smiling ( Read more... )

so kill me

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Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life. we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust. until that time, i had understood death as something entirely separate from and independent of life. the hand of death is bound to take us, i had felt, but until the day it reaches out for us, it leaves us alone. this had seemed ( Read more... )

human politics, from whispered hushes and distant crushes
mental fits breakin’ pencil tips and inkin’ brushes
simple rushes
God creates man and this is the devil’s finishing touches
from dukes to duchesses and kings to queens
from dust to dust, this is the sinful theme
the scene for crack fiends and gun-packin’ teens
high on vaccines, magazines and

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life is a mystery in all shapes, sizes and angles from crop circles to bermuda triangles the fate of the world is shaky like bike handles in the final hour, even some demons die angels what's true is true isn't what you think it is when the real world is a bad dream like incubus triple x, triple z, it's the same damn thing you get f***ed if your ( Read more... )