Lift up, pull down, hurried and heavy in the backseat of some make, some model--i never paid attention to cars like i paid attention to you. It's familiarity, like we're in high school again, cutting biology for a row of daddy-bought cars. Your car was no different. You were a rich boy from a long line of rich boys and you were entitled, entitled ( Read more... )

This morning, everyone was digging up the bones of last night. But I've got reason to believe that we'll all be decieved. Decieved by what/whom? I'm not sure. But, we were all always chasing the spotlights on friday nights, the Cassanovas climbing those cemetary hills, only to end up down in the alleys with the streetcar boys ( Read more... )

Backstage we complain about our sore feet and itchy wigs. At any given moment someone is leaning over a line, because it's the only way some of us can go out there night after night ( Read more... )

it's been said that "some shall be pardoned, and some shall be punished". Now, you either need to make your choice or cross me off your list.

the saint is coming home, and the devil's in the tar.

last night i danced with a stranger, but it just reminded me you were the one.

My dad used to work in the steel mills. Worked for nothing but the pain and the dignity of working. He would come home sweaty, burnt, and exhausted late each night and leave every morning with a full lunchpale and a few hours sleep. He certainly didn't work for the few bills that the job actually COULD pay ( Read more... )

Everyone was told that Johnny was in the basement, when I for one knew damn well that he was in the bedroom next door. All anyone else knew was that Wendy was in bathroom slowly learning how to gain credibility by boiling her silver spoon down until it was no longer apparent to anyone else where she came from and how she got there. Just a scared ( Read more... )

Jumping on the Livejournal bandwagon. We'll see how this goes.