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2003|11:02pm ] |
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Oh, look you earned your wings Are you an angel, now or a vulure Constantly hovering over Waiting for the big mistake
Oh, my God, what have I done? Oh, my God, what have I done?
Wouldn't you love to be On the cover of a magazine? Healthy skin, perfect teeth Designed to hide what lies beneath
I feel the darkness growing stronger As you cram light down my throat How does that work out for you In your holy quest to be above reproach?
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2003|06:55am ] |
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you don't know how lovely you are.
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2003|03:34pm ] |
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 she's gonna make it out ok... but she's shaking like a revolution... and she stares at the fire all day... mumbling to herself..." every hole has a snake in it... Every crotch is a siamese gun, every ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime, every breath is a bomb." I'd like to wrap my arms around you like a flesh canopy. I'd like to take your head, place it somewhere between my shoulders and neck, but I'm afraid your brittle bones would break. we can hear the black orchestra Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back in the beast you've broken tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain? so won't you pull the fucking plug, doctor? won't you cut the cord? because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward.
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2003|02:56pm ] |
 and you find yourself on a velvet couch tasting the skin of a foreign girl her eyes are black and wet like oil and she ties your hands with a string of pearls and you tremble like a frightened bird as she closes in and captures you to place you in the silver cage deep within her poisoned womb and once you're safe inside she might let you out to flyin the circles around the room but it's always night and there is no moon and you wonder if you are alive and you’re not sure if you want to be but you drank her sweat like it was wine and you lay with her on a bed of blue and it's awful sweet like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you
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2003|04:04pm ] |
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and I said WHAT ABOUT BREAKFAST AT TIFFANYS?
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2003|07:23am ] |
I can’t go on, digging roses from you grave To linger on, beyond the beyond Where the willows weep And whirlpools sleep, you’ll find me
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2003|09:11pm ] |
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I'm Lizzie I like being cooler than you, photography, and pretending to be jack white
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