Tempest in a teacup, get unique.
Feels like Christmas in July,
With strange sides on coins.
Writing gospels on giving up.
So fitting of the way you are.
It’s going to be a very long day.
As we all fall off the bandwagon.
The usual irrelevancy is still present.
Not to worry about the press coverage, and that’s the only difference.
Such altruism.
Such nobility.
Cause even all the medication in the world can’t make the ADDs focus on that.
- We’ll never get through customs, let’s just take off again instead.-
I’ve got headaches and bad luck
God hit reset,
And the latest trend is dead.
We all know what the water does to you in PJ.
Or maybe it’s just a compulsive thing.
The days from hell always shine the brightest.
Tragic lightning striking.
Are you happy now?
The numbing and the dulling,
With the pain of realization that it’s back.
Bad day is an understatement.
Hate me, loathe me, fear me,
No worries, I feel that way too.
-I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with such wit without a conscience equipped?-
Detox just to retox, people.
Peroxide princess shine like shark teeth
Maybe you hate,
Maybe you love the way it feels,
The attention going to your head is facing the wrong way,
But the boys know how to heed it
And we come full-circle to embracing our roles of hero, idiot, villain.
The latter being lonely and un-medicated.
Weeks turn into days,
Days become one,
A dusk and a dawn,
It stretches and bends,
Bleeding together,
Especially the sleepless ones,
Or even the medicated ones.
It’s still Thursday.
Head like a steel trap
Confabulations to the malingerers but the purpose has God written all over it.
And your pseudologia fantastica is jacking and repeating, full of mediocrity.
Oh empty vessel, tame that tongue.
Save it for his hips with your lips.
In the land of desolate dreams.
This day needs a dulling,
Time to get numb.
Don’t bother, you’re too
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You were the last good thing about this part of town. – GTA.
Music for Strippers, Hookers and the Odd-On Looker
summer long ago
astride, you glide and cry
open faced,
The infrared scope on pointlessness
I will never believe in anything again.
It’s an official.
It’s okay, everyone lies.
What fun would life be without it?
And I’ve got a juicy one,
So everyone can suck on it and we can all get off.
Make it so slow till it completely stops,
No more grenade jumping.
Make it a combo of poison and funnies in that order.
And then waste more.
And then repeat combo.
Await the good one.
6 months 19 days without.
8 more days for it.
21 years wasted.
Something make my chest stir, something make my head blur.
And it feels like living.
Boys like me are willing to go to hell and back but girls are looking for boys to go to heaven with.
If you can tell, I’m a level 4.
Or a knock away from the Father.
And I wonder and wonder and wonder if it phases you.
But the answer is all too depressing.
When do you know you’re going to lose so much till you’re gone?
She’s a first class liar.
And I’m betting you didn’t even see me behind her.
- I’m the invisible man who can’t stop staring at the mirror.- Pavlove.
Your secret’s out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one
Since the day has been particularly clean,
And now all I can do is sit and sip,
Sip baby-poison by computer-light,
I’ll do this: Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions.
Pick Your Artist: *nudge, nudge* *wink, wink*
Are you male or female: Lake Effect Kid
Describe yourself: The (After) Life Of The Party, I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off
How do you feel about yourself: Don’t You Think I Know Who I Am
Describe where you currently live: Dead On Arrival
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: I Don’t Care
Your favorite form of transportation: Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet
Your best friend is: The Patron Saint of Liars And Fakes; She’s My Winona
Your favorite color is: Golden
What’s the weather like: The Pros and Cons of Breathing
Favorite time of day: Calm Before The Storm
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Fame<Infamy
What is life to you: Thriller; The Music Or The Misery
What is the best advice you have to give: Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows), This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms’ Race
If you could change your name, what would it be: West Coast Smoker, Pavlove
Your favorite food is: It’s Hard To Say “I Do” When I Don’t
Thought for the day: I’ve Got All These Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers; Saturday
How I would like to die: Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash, Wish You Were Here; 20 Dollar Nose Bleed; A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me
My soul’s present condition: My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon; Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes; The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
My motto: Of All The Gin Joints In The World; Tell That Mick Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today
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When all the others are just starting to wake, I’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again.
And those who are only falling asleep now, clean or not, congrats.
Well, people, it’s almost 8AM.
- 3, 2, 1, we go live. – Tiffany Blews.
This is the way they’d love if they knew how misery loved me
It’s kind of funny the way we’re wearing anchors on our shirts,
When being anchored or bored just feels more like a curse.
The shades of blue in the room are tricking time,
But there are different tones of green seeping into the veins.
First bend of the course.
And everything’s on time,
With some unintended backfires.
But no heart, no loss.
As long as the room keeps singing, that’s just the business I’m in.
Bad time to grow one too.
Almost letting go and almost going.
A quick palms up and a mistake of clamming up.
- Tell the boys where to find my body; New York eyes, Chicago thighs.-
