the world is about to turn...

are you ready?

the winds dies
just over the hills
an echo in your heartbeat
a day that lasts forever

death is that little whisper
life is that slight smile
and your eyes are never free
and your hope is your undoing

there for the sighs
and then again for the lies
so worse yet by day by day
say goodnight and walk away

hands holding the heart of the moon

they came to kill
and were not the night
though they walked with the night
they were not the night

it was i that bid them
i that called into the dark
i that wanted it all over
my whispers drip drip drip along the cracks

no webs hold back
rain falls too far away
in a warm place
in a safe hallway

shadows burn out her eyes

then nothing

i'm glad i was wrong. now we'll see.

kill whom you must shall become the law

the world makes itself beautiful sometimes, i just have a hard time letting myself accept that.

Hurricane Ike is a bitch that doesn't have the wind-balls to come to Tampa!

bring the love bitch!

fuck your vote. fuck your unwillingness to come to terms with the fact that none of this matters. fuck you ignorance of the true political process - the one that you find on one side of a gun or the other. fuck the fact that you hate most of the people around you and like to pretend out-loud-as-you-can for all of us who hate you too to hear. ( Read more... )

ok maybe a little she does.

i am spooky scary - trust me on that