GutsGutsGuts
A new, old day has set, The moon is rising up. Another question is raised, The answers have yet to fall, And I'm too lazy to reach them From the mobile above my bed. They hang from strings, I'll just sit here and stare. Like I really care. Just trying to find a way To pass these days away. I go to bed early To get a head start; It makes the time go faster. Magically disappearing, Reappearing in the morning's dew. Can I have a clue when it will stop? Sprinkles of it don't affect me, They just protect me, And warn
WoundWoundWound
Another night listening to ramblings; Another story I've heard once again, Might as well write it down in pen; I still find it interesting, Though I hear it every week. Another night filled with illusions, Bundled-up outside my skull. Just letting roll with confusions. How did I get here, To this place I am right now? The sun's grace left us hours ago, And the clocks still lie asleep, But our eyes are too deep To notice and follow them in suit. You turn to me, once again, Asking for the time. I smile and show you my watch.
WarmerWarmerWarmer
I'm sweating as I'm sitting here, Alone in my room, on my chair. It's not my anxiety today. I guess that should be a relief, But my body sticks to everything Giving my life more grief Than just thinking about What I'm going to do today. Can I hang out with people? I want to do something free, I don't have money to pay. Or is this just another day Staring at this computer screen? My phone is sitting in suspense, Waiting along with me. For just a call, maybe? Oh well, I'll live on. At least this wine isn't bad warm; Ya
EckeEckeEcke
I'll be at the corner if you need me, Where I've been sitting this whole time; The place where you have seen Me but never stopped to say hi. So I'll drop my hands into my pocket And fiddle around with the loose change. Maybe, just maybe, this bullshit, you'll stop it And come back to pick me up – Your priorities, please, rearrange. This is my neighborhood too. I've lived here my whole damn life, Yet it feels as if I don't have a clue. If I've lived here my whole life, Why do I feel so estranged? So if you could do me a favor And me
There's No Ska in AlaskaThere's No Ska in AlaskaThere's No Ska in Alaska
From sea to shining sea Music pleases my ear But there's one place I know of Where there is none to hear
The waters crash and break Against the rocky shore Other than that, there's nothing there Thus life is quite a bore
There's no ska in alaska Everything's boring and blah No music for the bourgeois There's no ska in Alaska
Across the snow and tundra Through the lakes and pines No fedoras, no three-piece suits No one's dressed to the nines
None know of the two-tone life Black
Grit
Grown-Ups Like Them and Losers Like Me
Neutral
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I believe that Jesus Christ is my saviour, if you do too copy and paste this into your signature.
heartsisters: ~sisterjatt ~Snow-Larka ~charmedkatara
A friend brings a touch of warmth, simply by being there.
Thanks a barrel's worth for the watchin' ye be doin'!
YEARGH!
M!
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"And I'd never go back if anything was the same, but it kills me to know that it's changed."
-BK
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Smile, it confuses people ^_^
beautiful pictures by the way.
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I believe that Jesus Christ is my saviour, if you do too copy and paste this into your signature.
heartsisters: ~sisterjatt ~Snow-Larka ~charmedkatara
A friend brings a touch of warmth, simply by being there.
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"You get a stick and you beat someone with it, that's how you live." -Enola Kebor
thanks for the add + fav
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When you sing lalalalala, stoner hate has got your back, Californian's been invaded by a hippy psychopath.
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