Monday, November 29, 2010

no sugar in my coffee.

and refresh the page, 
and restart the memory, 
respark the soul, 
and rebuild the energy 
we stop the ignorance, 
we kill the enemies, sorry for the nights demons still visit me 
the plan was to drink it till the pain over but whats worse, the pain or the hangover? 

(kanye you f_ing legend) 

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

homeboy

might need the homeboy.

(thanks marty for the link)

david lachapelle is basically the 'god' of fashion/celebrity/contemporary photography.

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Friday, November 12, 2010

your homely sense of disarray

The most familiar room
Every implement was leading to you
And your homely sense of disarray
Never once the same, always rearranged
But things would never change
In the scene between the window frame 
Where the jackals preyed on every soul
Where they tied you to a pole 
And stripped you of your clothes
I was a dreamer
Staring at windows
Out onto the main street
Cos that's where the dream goes
And each time they found fresh meat to chew
I would turn away and return to you
You would offer me your unmade made
Feed me till I'm fed, read me till I'm read
But when the morning came
You would catch me at the window again
In an eyes wide open sleeping state
Staring into space, with no look upon my face
I was a dreamer
Staring at windows
Out onto the main street
Cos that's where the dream goes
And when I got older, when I grew bolder
Out onto the streets I flew
Released from your shackles
I danced with the jackals
And learned a new way to move
So before you take this song as truth
You should wonder what I'm taking from you
How I benefit from you being here
Lending me your ears while I'm selling you my fears
I was a dreamer (I'm selling you my fears)
Staring at windows (I'm selling you my fears)
Out onto the main street (I'm selling you my fears)
Cos that's where the dream goes (I'm selling you)
I was a dreamer
Staring at windows
Out onto the main street
Cos that's where the dream goes. 

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

sometimes you are too hyped on the idea that you are in heaven to even notice you are in hell.

the endless confusion,

giggle like a girl, happiness,
the insecurity that interjects. 
wanting to run away.denial.
will you ever reciprocate? 
or realize that i'm on this manic ride
(that you so innocently operate)

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Monday, November 1, 2010

new dawn fades

A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made

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