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so now its offically 9:30 pm. and i've wasted my day. with oatmeal cookie dough and milk. and sleep and net. no closer to having any design work done than 10am when i woke up. and of course NOW i feel like working. coffee now? alex tried to cheer me up, and tried to talk me through how i was feeling. but not even he could help my self sabotage today. consequently this tragic song i've been working on, and this this tranquil sad song, have fallen somehow together, still a mess, but they almost seem like they belong together.
I guess i'll leave the words. Just for the hell of it.



Everybody wants to know honest love

Everybody needs to feel free in their love,
and not an obligation

to act

in a certain way, for fear

to keep that love so dear,

For another day

Tell me your secret
Tell me your fantasy
Tell me your inspiration
Tell me your everything

Eggshells breaking on the floor again
he needs blades so he can feel again
Straight Full Jacket of this mind within
Mouth Full of Metal, he's found a friend

Dishes are breaking on the walls again
She says he loves her
and he Won't, again,
and he Won't, again,
and he Won't, again,
and he Won't again
and he Won't again
Bloodhound blue, he wants to believe
Bloody and Blue, she's so confused,
Hopeless hearts turn my thoughts push pin to this

Opaque blanket of a charming disguise
he's got you brick by brick, beneath the wall

Mirror Mirror on the wall
she needs to know she's the prettiest of them all.

Tell me your secret
Tell me your fantasy
Tell me your inspiration
Tell me your everything

I dont want to be your secret
I dont want to be your fantasy
I want to be your inspiration
I want to be your everything.

Talking bout a revolution
Talking bout a new beginning
Mind's eye beyond the walls
within, let's take that axe
this this prison wall.
. . .




what is it about orchids.