We sail into the sunset pavement.
Power lines hold strong to the baby blue sky.
Hills are rolling green.
And we are flying fantastic.

I am no longer a danger to those who have loved me. I am a counteraction. Empty jam jar, my head. Your heart. Endearing, as I know you have been in the past. We are bending the future. We are clueless. And I wish I could find something to please you, but all of my thoughts have hung themselves from the ceiling. Can't keep wracking my mind machinery ( Read more... )

Eyes stretch into the blind darkness ( Read more... )

useless emotions give you dirty looks ( Read more... )

Our mind plants could use a little more sunshine.

He'll manage to be an animal ( Read more... )

I do not feel mischievous today.
Actually, rather simple.
And I know, I know I haven't forgotten.
The Summer combines that harvest our sickened minds.
That pluck, ton by ton, our twisted little secrets
which we had planted so neatly in our irrigated fields.
And in my wisest wisdom, I know
I know that even though I have lost myself, I will always

You are a thirty-eight year old male that is white.
And you have an Albertsons Prefered card.

The possibilities are endless.

I'll take your words.
Hollywood paranoia.
Talk yourself out of it.
Paper or plastic.

I can not be your hero.
I am far too busy.

There is no making time to stand around and be idolized.