T.S. Eliot:

...For I have known them all already, known them all-
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measure out my life with coffee spoons;...

Tell me honestly, does she think she wants someone to call her perfection? Chances are she deserves it. It's almost worth it too. When all she'll say is something random and then it's there. Not "you are perfect" never such blatant lies, words like that are like pennies thrown to wishing wells three feet deep, three feet is absolutely nothing. ( Read more... )

G                   D                  Am7
Does this ever happen to you?
G                   D                     C
It's not just a good song anymore.

Get me out, get me out, get me out. This is the countdown, folks, how long will it go?
In a house full of people who don't believe in shrinks, the giblets boil over, hissing, just like his temper at any unexpected moment. The turkey's dead textured skin won't strech over the unatural stuffing placed inside it. The bullshit stuffed into the hole ( Read more... )

The irony has come in like fog soup. Simple words with complex meanings, Snapple bottles, statements made simlutaneously, and more. I don't know whether I should be happy, bitter, or afraid.

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Calling her a mystery would be a gross platitude, calling her an enigma would be far too flattering. Call her the keeper of secrets if you wish; I won’t. Those hands though…her face was nothing special, possibly worse depending on who you asked and her body quite nice, no two ways around it, still nothing to cut for. But oh dolphin, those hands ( Read more... )