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im famous in nameless city.
rear ends, and stocking bends,
it's a casting call,
...that never ends.
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[09 Dec 2004|11:44am] |
Your Porn Star Name is: Candy Coxx
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[22 Nov 2004|09:51pm] |
...inside this girl...
i am heart and sole
soul alone and confined,
a deadened end...
so lost shall you find.
lies lay still,
a minus land suggestion,
flail to foot my free man...
in companies' cogestion.
so she cries
turned corners of back light
and memory mirrors that trace your voice...
im the last night.
you, a man to be dead or alive
you...
you were my last fight.
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[15 Oct 2004|01:25am] |
| How to make a bloodlush |
Ingredients:
5 parts friendliness
3 parts humour
1 part ego |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of sadness and enjoy! |
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[13 Oct 2004|07:33pm] |
in you -
in you i see december
i see the rotting eye
the constant death of forever
the rebirth of i
in tactful skill and compass
a northern sink nor sky,
to lay amungst the begotten roots,
and play amung the stye.
in you
i see a future white and grey,
the pictures show not black or blue,
but now i know that only you will do.
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| i am sad but human. |
[01 Oct 2004|07:03pm] |
...i am sad but i am human...
of the deepest kind,
to soothe souls that long of sorrow,
id like to sit here still if you dont mind,
and id like to sit here again tomorrow.
and read this pamphlet on where to go from here,
to memorize the maps where morning comes,
id like to paint a blueprint so its fairly clear,
and id like to paint a blueprint with all eight fingers and just my thumbs.
the next day i will walk around this corner,
and sit on every bench,
to see which position makes the sun look better,
and to see which position allows my hands to clench.
and after that im not quite sure,
i never really was,
cause the day i started coming here
was the day i fell in love.
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[25 Sep 2004|03:25pm] |
to revert to something more familiar,
id like to remember when everything died,
when every memory was new,
so that i could be new too.
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[12 Sep 2004|10:50pm] |
bullet holes calling me home.
call me out. branch me out
im the lone dead catacomb.
do you believe in doubt?
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[11 Sep 2004|11:47pm] |
| PARENTAL | | ADVISORY | BLOODLUSH CONTAINS
EXPLICIT LYRICS |
From Go-Quiz.com
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| .H+. |
[10 Sep 2004|08:38pm] |
im sick inside this dead
oh dread.
to pry between the skin,
entitled by your marks within
though more visable than mine
mine are of the same kind.
i told the lady twice,
i told her...
i told her id put my own neck between her vice.
to scream and swallow- ill live twice.
but more than spoon feeding,
her eyes and analysis theyre quite decieving.
hello hello im still bleeding.
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| .whats dead. faithless brainless head. |
[06 Sep 2004|08:31pm] |
borrowed and new, ive been dressed up too.
and now youre here with me
where the sadness lies in the dreams you keep
and the days go by like bullets on fractored bone.
...and you sleep... and you sleep.
while he whispers i once knew a place,
you know theyve continually found you; theres no point to cease.
from the brow to the breast they have learnt
that behind these eyes lays a mind to decrease.
... so they see... dont you please?
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[30 Aug 2004|12:27am] |
wait they dont love you like i love you
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| .dreams. |
[29 Aug 2004|02:10pm] |
in a road of hollow stories
outside the city lights,
there lays a body
enchanted by midnight.
she lays in glittering green,
so maybe this blackness will see,
she belongs in the orchard of dreams
this is where she was meant to be,
above the opal clouds,
there are faceless creatures weeping,
while between the wind and sand,
her body lays seeping.
in a road of hollow houses,
outside the realm of real,
there used to be a girl,
who was able to feel.
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| .you.are.not. |
[24 Aug 2004|08:32pm] |
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to most of more and taken from
your bodily fluid
ive drowned in some
swam shallows core to toe
to taste the shores,
and veins you will never know.
to live inside your skin,
three days for three years,
ill fuck you within.
let me leave you a note before i begin.
i want inside you.
to see every place you have been
to breath in the wind
to feel all of your sin.
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| this tailgate ride |
[08 Aug 2004|09:03pm] |
wednesday in sundays best,
left palm revolver,
and the right up her dress.
anal glovin' and daytime lovin,
youre no shiley temple
but youre better than nothin
jimmy wore boots in platnium leather,
had a hit switch fist,
loved little suzy but she could do better,
unlike anything you could read in some book,
he knew she'd be a get away girl,
betcha she can take on any look,
x's on maps and plans like no other,
packed up a bag with wigs and red boots,
jimmy promised suzy he'd love her forever.
they cruised in black cadilliac style,
made love to mirrors in grungy motels,
they had eachothers blood in a vile.
he made the plans, she did the pitch,
innocent smiles but bullets in bags
she had hips that could make any man itch.
she was so desirable while makin the doe,
jimmy loved her in his leather and even her lace,
he loved her even more when she'd give him the blow.
she was beautiful, he was bad,
he loved each lady in every single town,
he ripped poor suzy of all the insides she had.
after all, he promised forever,
so she cut out his heart,
all vindictive and clever.
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[06 Aug 2004|11:43pm] |
slow suicide
in a room that breathes as you do
shallow and still.
you dont breathe at all, do you?
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| id wait here... |
[24 Jul 2004|02:57pm] |
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your face in frost bite sky,
my heart in your hands.
slow breathing - no beating,
id wait here just still.
when your name is my sin,
no measure of time - no place where youve been
i could never fail you,
id wait here until,
if i could see as ive said,
silent lies - seven truths
just to be something to you
id wait here for thrill.
what it is to wait here
to tie my own noose
if this were real i'd do it for you
id wait here for the kill.
if seperate from stars,
no sun in the third, no son at all,
if there were difference in existance,
id wait here against my will.
once promised id never be left,
id follow your step - the memories ive kept
no fee - no regret,
id wait here even still.
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| .old. |
[12 Jul 2004|11:35pm] |
ive prayed for something calmer
a sea that barely beats
a rising inclination - a fading sun
but none defeats
ive dreamt of something sweeter,
a place of nothing more,
where bodies lie in shadows
where the sun will burn you
to your very core.
ive wanted life in hideout,
ive lived it barely free,
they cut you breast to belly,
so that i could breath as me.
i speak to no one wiser,
at least no one with names.
ive been waiting here for hours,
to let my mind set pace,
i bled these precious memories
so just one could see my face.
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| .arg. |
[31 Mar 2004|12:05am] |
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.eyes half open.no hospital.boredom.contemplative but too tired.drive me away.save me.please.?.
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[29 Mar 2004|11:20pm] |
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cycles of old. theyre throwing me all over, like my sharp edges against a dart board, but i dont stick. im not stuck to you, im only interested because you gratify my selffishness. you exist to please me but i cant tear myself away, even when you do. what i thought was coming, wasnt really there... i was hearing the vibration of your voice but not feeling you moving away. in my mind youre already so far away, but youre still there... and then they come in circles... like cycles. cycles of old. but new... tying up ends and mending the edges... theyre of one, two, three... theyre ending, to mean nothing to me? or changing to satisfy... theyre just cycles. cycles of old.
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