holy balls

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i eat these ass-backwards ideas

and produce my own. so i sneak and scrounge all the brilliance and try to make my own

shes a bad person, stay the fuck away. she does horrible things

"I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the
wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips black in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don't do it--she's the wrong woman,
he's the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you never heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don't do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips like chips of flint as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it."

hug-o-war

Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?

I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya 'round for a long long time
I really, I really, I really remember when you drank my wine

Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?

I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya walkin' down in Chinatown
I called ya, I called ya, I called but you did not look around
I pay my, I pay my, I pay my money to the welfare line
I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya standing in it everytime

Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?

The color, the color, the color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as, as long as, long as we can live in harmony
I kinda, I kinda, I kinda, like to be the president
And I could, and I could, and I could show you how your money's spent

Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?

Sometimes I don't speak right
But did I know what I was talking about
I know you're working for the CIA
They wouldn't have you in the mafia

Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?

if thats what you meant to do

then it worked. i hate you and i love you for it. fuck you. go with me.

and so forth

tits with cameras ad scratching our booty. clipless, i think not. with these flats we gonna jump to flat. ET airs and 360 degrees down stairs. hey buddy, my eyes are up here and my stars are up there

i will find you

eventually

just remember that it's all in your head

"Wait, I watched you throw out your bouquet
Now i think about you everyday
I'm alone now in my bed

And there's a lake
And at the bottom you'll find all our friends
They don't swim cause they're all dead
We never are what we intend, or invent
'Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark's living down in my heart

And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should've started some years ago digging that hole
Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it you fade away
I hope that you would do this for me
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away

I hope that you would do this for me"

umm...

we're gonna die like this, ya know

ive lost so much hope. i thought that one of them would just see beyond what they all perceive. you all deserve better, so why the,m? do you like being treated like shit? do you like being pushed around and being told what to do? i know you all have a brain and a heart with feelings. so why dont you find someone who can make you smile?

andar mi biciclete

its the only thing that makes any sense anymore.

not done just yet

faceless faggots storm the hallways. they mean nothing to me, yet at the same time they mean everything. they distract the administration from me. cause i hate them too.

run cops got guns

she stole my karma, oh no

sold it to the preacher, oh no!

get the fuck out of my head

i told you to stay, and you keep comin to my minds heel. thought i left you out with the trash. return to sender

"I don't worry half as much as I did

When I was an experiment, your resident tourniquet

Life's not about your neck

Wait, just what is it?

I am the mantle, and you're a painting

Come rest your frame on me

(Come rest your frame on me)

I was a tower, and you were an airplane

We happened before we knew what was happening

We lived in separate houses

We have for all our lives

It would've been nice to say

(It would've been nice to say)

Sure would've been nice to say...

When, oh, when will this sinking feeling

Feel like, "Man, that was ages ago?"

When, oh, when will this sinking feeling

Feel like, "Man, that was ages ago?"

"Man, that was ages ago..."

"Man, that was ages ago..."

stoked on being pumped

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im not ungrateful, i just want you to know

"your long winded elegy, didnt do much for the gallery. the faithful hung their heads and filed out. and thats the thing about death i guess, its hard to cast a shadow light on it...please dont follow me home. its been such a long time since ive been alone...."

pumped

this shit got me pumped to ride. might have to put them pegs back on

we found religion

higher than your momma. t-dunn gettin shit done at st isabellas church with this 20 foot drop off into muck

grass is always greener

i used to look up to you. aspire to be you. now i realize the shit that you are. and it makes me sick.

every fucking day

sleep, dream, enjoy, wake, deny, sleep, forget, rise, carry on

edges splintering

i seek to be beyond myself. try as i may to move on and better my thoughts and actions, i always return to my modus operandi. circles are where i belong, infinite is where i live, and repeat is where my ipods at.