Wow this is such a beautiful song. This song makes me want to kiss and hug it...The least I could do is sob in a corner.

He said she said shed love me so much
She said he said I had the billy goat's bluff
All worried about the he, she, it, we , they, jabber.
You know what my freindly conspirators
Ive
Had ----------->e
nough.

Is it foreign to you? Could you make a winter coat out of the summer blues? Hand me a color because I am terrible at choosing. Now I will paint you a purpose.

With a japan panda smile sits an unaccomplished boy. rISING TO RAGE, words could only be the pettiest of things now. 20/20's not looking for a purpose with the blind flails. Yes, he does know your name, but he would rather just sit there for a few seconds and then acknowledge your well trimmed dress....and that fine, fine hand bag.

Every time I see an old house, decrepit building, or rickety shack I always find my self in wonderment. There is nothing like the anticipation to go inside this time machine. First step in and be suddenly engulfed with all the languages that the floor boards could whisper. I press my face against the asbestos eaten wall paper and feel the emotion ( Read more... )

All is chaos when in talks of politics and religion..The things that are supposed create so much structure on our supper plates. I was never one to talk about such at the dinner table. Such rude manners most of us refined gents and gals can obtain. It is a serious offence when one voices no opinion, as if they are the corruptions that read the ( Read more... )

Maybe there is something just terribly wrong with me...Hang your head low Prince Charming, we have to tune our clock radios to another unsettling noise. Emotions...yay...aren't they the best things that could be?

Sad

I thought I lost your trace. Hello again sad face. I thought I buried you deep with all the taint. Though to my understanding you are back in town. You know I would of thrown a party or something, but this was so unexpected. I mean you didn’t call or write just entered in with a quick swoop. I thought I would of never felt my heart in my throat. My ( Read more... )

The serpent I spoke to the night before could never speak his words with out a forked tongue. It could never really calculate the variations of sighs and winks between muttered breaths, but with its talented sense of smell, the essence of the willful soul could be detected with a flicker. Though, every so often it dabbled in the thoughts of a more ( Read more... )