i want to walk the limited road of my sleep i want to confront its many sinister hands its eyes are open now i'll work around this i'm invisible in the city honestly i don't think that anyone wants to be uncomfortable or do you this is my time now to taste her rattling legs blessed and undressed staring up at a divine white of ceiling that spends everything else shamelessly this is my time now to be disjointed to cast spells this is my time now when no one else can touch it this is my time now the cat spooks by sounding cellularly this is my time now in the fall jack-o-lantern my eyes because i want to light up like real life when the candle's dropped in smile wide a smile that'll stick all toothy this is my time now to lay the foundation of familiarity i want to walk the limited roads of my i don't want to sleep again i want to confront the many hands at any cost else i shrivel without unseen unheard of
Disheveled pathetic John staggered into the empty church like a madness out of the asylum. He went straight up to the altar dragging sickness and alcoholica behind.
For five minutes he stood silently as if waiting for something to burn. The balding priest entered on time. He sat in the pew and gazed serenely upon John.
John began trembling. His eyes became haunted with restless paranoia. The priest never altered his gaze. You could almost pluck the calmness from his eyes. He seemed like he was willing to wait forever.
John began hyperventilating. He clutched his chest and struggled to speak.
"Come on son just let them out," the priest exclaimed.
John startled looked at the priest with the eyes of a zealous vendor.
"Father I've got some demons for sale," he said.
The priest nodded. "How much?" he asked.
Just one but it will cost you your soul," John replied.
a cigarette a nice girl you are here you get down you want it like crazy your mopping up my face all heavy wet leaves your mixing up my medicine baby baby we are dancing masks and stripping off shutters watching the darkness its so real lips moving to shatter to shatter to taste the plurals of your difficult presence all visible visible shivers all over like a desperate cult
a flower stems from sleep do you want it this way do you want me here once you've finally met the one forever most despised face to face is there an echo to make out slow and long difficult to face hard to fake
lips crawl close to fall getting into you to taste your shape once a portrait defaced my mask's so happy here in your presence oblong and distorted still standing crazy and overexplanatory
nowadays kindness is key my knived-in feet are welcome in any door more than one place no more trouble no more x'ing drunken plurals o no more painmaking months a belltoll moth mopping up medicine vomit
yup no doubt put the coins in i'll make kissy face beautiful wring me out
you so You You songs sound You To Soundtrack You Love You you for you You love true...You're you so bought you lot you you Do you you so your you love you You no Blues You songs sound You To Soundtrack You Love You you for you You love
briskly leveraged along paper water (a preponderance of shadow mixed it up with nuisance shells) sins along the mobius strip refract (commiserable alleyway gives grids a reputation) due diligence that affords a lay by (condone our weather when you look at me) drip cure votive as the Angelus (as a matter of forensics I admire your tea)
delicately expose your explosions under the pink clouds of our room raining don't become unbecoming you whom i call the high seas adoration's an investment between secrets and confessions we'll roll aware of this fleeting to be held
"Because the drugs never work... Another cog in the murder machine. They said, 'All teenagers scare the living sh*t out of me.' They could care less as long as someone'll bleed..." --My Chemical Romance
"White Trash Beautiful. I swear to God it's true. I'm coming home to you girl." --Everlast
"And she drags me to church but I'm scared to commit." --Sixx A.M.
1. take off your clothes young one circle 'round the pain swollen with a chaotic confetti and headhollow noise here are old and young pretty hungry pretty in waste pretty in no sheets to shroud pale flesh exaggerated highly made-up frenetic long legs cherubic bottoms delicate hands bridge bosoms paranormal eyes flashing
2. last night i'd dreamt your love in drunken sleep soured into nightmares of premature departure wake up to smoke get out of my tarantulized head sort through the oblivion material readied for me a rolodex of bad things no one wants really spins the wind the wind motherfucker and things that you'd said mad in thick dark bigboned night
3. inside your body stirring some framework glowing out that me in you and you in me gentle kick head expanding then tiny'd in the tunnel breath upon breath a brick wall forming slowly ahead of either of us on either side a top spins the wind purrs pearls of everlasting now we're expecting exceptions and embraces enclosures that you and i can sway in rosaries 'round our necks and laurels 'round our heads bared so open totally present
4. she's too rough and i'm too delicate -- the smiths, from 'pretty girls make graves'
squeal of tires cop car sirens 'round
a shout is heard loud as no one at all
drunken stumbles from club confesses i heart heaney
her arms interrupt through the air bites sucks my neck hard
shrieks follow me one and all to the palace of love the fleshy carnival we bedspin come
5. her words erupt my face roaring waves of peacock feather tender pleasant hand on shoulder up to the sky look where held her closer movements happening outside in stiff suits
stood there a moment as the songrung sponge of our bodies let a thunderstorm of nerves surging up strings heavy through our mouths into mouths doing a mouthy thing to do
6. as a chandelier i wish so hard too much stand there a moment
her eyes wander in and out of my supra-consciousness
speak of love in particular thrownoff space kick the eyelids open one by one slowly at first ease in as into water dropping proof could swim least likely to succeed it once was said awake enough to keep the wake long enough at it for another body to enter my eyes' box have seen her standing there for hours tossing hair back there way back there what i want what we all want what i need call obsession let it ring a lure an honesty to dangle from my lips a cigarette don't slouch she said i waited for hours ears lowered lowered down to know consider me a mule consider my secrets consider my confessions considered clean considered someone and anyone do you follow
my house is out so like my knees fragility's whoopass succumb she said someone darkhaired like me rolls 'round and 'round in chez fantasy like someone's past that i don't know that's just fine that's just dandy who's oblivious is not me i don't want to be having to's desire is what's essential
Quiet breath shows whisper against cool atmosphere. Warm body here, replete with storage. Morning chaperones off-guard thought. Near boots of earth. Plain dampness and the yield now. Walls to be so sure of when alone beside life forms uncounted. This rest not filled with daylight yet. Endowed although still imprecise. Enduring.
Sense of smell to mean somewhere a plan and various from gravity young learning
Disillusioned! betrayed by nonsense creating uncertainty shes rebellious struck down defenceless captivating in beauty she never really believed in herself in mankind destructive thoughts she has seen the truth ever since her early youth her perspective is tainted by fantasy always feeling rejected by the masses self indulgent in all her ways eyes glazed over in pure delight she takes flight to another place in time in circumstance reality changes from moment to moment shes surrounded by strangers in a very intriguing way shes in love with a dream twisted in her desires soaked in sin she begins to spin her world is crashing down theres no sound she begins to feel violent frantic searching for truth spinning thru this world full of hate but she dose believe in fate now she must escape!
what do you see in the color blotches? distorted rabbits with no tales an underbelly painted with chopsticks child eyes fuzzy was he i see no fur does that bunny care carefree in his bunny-hopping ways dazed by toxins he drank out of the rain puddle what do you see in the color blotches? but a crazed bunny deformed by man man's best friend he rejects the bunny