Up doing homework:
Lolitas Field Manual
Your lips are the color of Cabernet, you
lipstick lovers into annihilation. I
tremble feverishly at the thought of
defeating circumstance.
Serenades burrow into
desires that mirror
the nestling of crustaceans
in pale sands never tangent.
I beat longing mercilessly into my ribs,
searching for the cacophony of silence.
I yearn to trace my fingertips along your spine, whisper
truth into your veins, tell you surreptitiously that
There is no time for love, darling.
Only guns.
Saw the name of a band, "Lolita Storm" today and wrote it for class. I love being an English major.
Lolitas Field Manual
Your lips are the color of Cabernet, you
lipstick lovers into annihilation. I
tremble feverishly at the thought of
defeating circumstance.
Serenades burrow into
desires that mirror
the nestling of crustaceans
in pale sands never tangent.
I beat longing mercilessly into my ribs,
searching for the cacophony of silence.
I yearn to trace my fingertips along your spine, whisper
truth into your veins, tell you surreptitiously that
There is no time for love, darling.
Only guns.
Saw the name of a band, "Lolita Storm" today and wrote it for class. I love being an English major.
should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away
"do you love your
guns?" (yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
"do you love your
guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(fuck yeah)
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
an Imitation Christ
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away
-that was "the love song" by Marilyn Manson
sorry, it just popped into my head after reading your journal