Sometimes eloquence completely escapes you
Sometimes all that leaves your larynx is nothing but prosaic beauty
Today I was left with a faded picture of her while digging through old things
A reminder of how good, how bad, how remarkably electric things once were
Summer's eve having sex propped up against the side of a house
Wiping the sweat from her forehead before I let...
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Sometimes all that leaves your larynx is nothing but prosaic beauty
Today I was left with a faded picture of her while digging through old things
A reminder of how good, how bad, how remarkably electric things once were
Summer's eve having sex propped up against the side of a house
Wiping the sweat from her forehead before I let...
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just watch...
solace:
Very cool.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjaQw9fL7mc
high school AV project, we failed, guess you can't make a commercial about alcohol, whatever, fuck the system eh?
high school AV project, we failed, guess you can't make a commercial about alcohol, whatever, fuck the system eh?
For You
As I walk through these corridors
One face remains
Through the light and dust
A face of fire; of purity
One that any man would feel thankful to wake up next too
To have her inside his veins
To have her all to his own
His own campfire that burns through the seasons
Always lit, always a place of comfort
Always a part...
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As I walk through these corridors
One face remains
Through the light and dust
A face of fire; of purity
One that any man would feel thankful to wake up next too
To have her inside his veins
To have her all to his own
His own campfire that burns through the seasons
Always lit, always a place of comfort
Always a part...
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Voice of the Voiceless
If one has no one to turn to, how long will they keep spinning?
We were raised by parents who were told by their parents to simply be happy that they weren't at war. So our parents simply told us to do the same. Do. Do things. Go to school. Buy a car Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Settle...
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If one has no one to turn to, how long will they keep spinning?
We were raised by parents who were told by their parents to simply be happy that they weren't at war. So our parents simply told us to do the same. Do. Do things. Go to school. Buy a car Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Settle...
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(Heavy shit, reader beware)
Mercaptan
A car crash is a very vivid string of moments, ripe with pure, blasting physical and emotional feelings. Pain. Fear. Panic. Loss of control. It's nothing like in the movies, where everything becomes slow and melodramatic. By the time you've realized you were in a car accident, it's over. In fact, in a car crash, things speed up to a...
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Mercaptan
A car crash is a very vivid string of moments, ripe with pure, blasting physical and emotional feelings. Pain. Fear. Panic. Loss of control. It's nothing like in the movies, where everything becomes slow and melodramatic. By the time you've realized you were in a car accident, it's over. In fact, in a car crash, things speed up to a...
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On October 15, 1984 at 6:44 a.m. a pure blood Golden Retriever made his way onto the 3,000-square foot front lawn of the White House. He'd wandered away from nearby Pershing Park where he was playing fetch with his owner. White House Secret service agents and security officials on the compound chased the dog all over the lawn for a good twenty minutes. The dog...
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friskey:
The dog must have had a bomb! Or else why else would he be shot? 
meshell:
Were you born in 1984? ahhh procrastination at the vancouver public library... that was me yesterday before I decided to NOT write the papers I need to hand in on monday. o well. that is weird though...
slow
creases weaving in
a slithering parallel
ashtray smoke
the two lie oblivious as together
the touch of hairs cross-fiber
each others thighs
hands speak in large breaths
shadows of their representatives
'this is real' says 'everything is perfect'
extremely vague yet so very present
everything seems to make sense
even though it always has
distant chimes
a soundtrack for your collarbone
the small of...
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creases weaving in
a slithering parallel
ashtray smoke
the two lie oblivious as together
the touch of hairs cross-fiber
each others thighs
hands speak in large breaths
shadows of their representatives
'this is real' says 'everything is perfect'
extremely vague yet so very present
everything seems to make sense
even though it always has
distant chimes
a soundtrack for your collarbone
the small of...
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solace:
Oh baby.
Ladies and gentleman
Put your hands together for the black dog
cracks run through this air-tight seal
I watch, clearly, everything tumble down as a house of cards
These holes no longer do, to drain this waste
Watch the most beautiful train wreck ever possible
Set fire to each factory along this district
Pour gasoline down the sidewalk and watch it run towards the city...
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Put your hands together for the black dog
cracks run through this air-tight seal
I watch, clearly, everything tumble down as a house of cards
These holes no longer do, to drain this waste
Watch the most beautiful train wreck ever possible
Set fire to each factory along this district
Pour gasoline down the sidewalk and watch it run towards the city...
Read More
He talks
This is tragedy at its best
Performance art
The tie becomes a noose
Psychosis of power, steel weapons
Listen to the leader speak
His fire licks through robotic marrow
Veins of fortitude, loveless, aimless, bursting with pride
Listen to him sing his sweet song to the lemmings
Let this social regicide become our test
Let social genocide become sane, and blood will spill...
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This is tragedy at its best
Performance art
The tie becomes a noose
Psychosis of power, steel weapons
Listen to the leader speak
His fire licks through robotic marrow
Veins of fortitude, loveless, aimless, bursting with pride
Listen to him sing his sweet song to the lemmings
Let this social regicide become our test
Let social genocide become sane, and blood will spill...
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Mrs. Churchill
How many times can I wonder what she's thinking?
How hard can I try to remember her face?
Retention loss leaves the mind, but the senses flare up
Smells; movements, sounds of whispers
Hiding beneath bedsheets as the world rages outside
Trap me inside this boxed galaxy
Leave me here with her
And the black dog will never return
How many times can I wonder what she's thinking?
How hard can I try to remember her face?
Retention loss leaves the mind, but the senses flare up
Smells; movements, sounds of whispers
Hiding beneath bedsheets as the world rages outside
Trap me inside this boxed galaxy
Leave me here with her
And the black dog will never return