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09:03pm 04/10/2003 So can you see these spiders? Weaving their nest as they nourish inside her It’s been three days but I know what you’ll say You wont let this path throw you away The web in your stomachs too strong to fall But we learn from the past, and the Berlin Wall A 2-headed dog drags her leash, not a beast, But a singular feast when plural tongues meet. Mother, Should I trust the government? Pink Floyd is god. Fuck you, get your Priorities crooked. 07:02pm 04/09/2003 Lie here in my arms, I'm still attracted to you. Now we can finally look into each others minds, See what were thinking like we always used to. Cross the border. I never said no, The desperate need to be together must be good for something, sugar. You wanted to go alone though. It doesnt make me cry to hear Dylan say, "Most likely you'll go your own way, and I'll go mine" Fuck you, These feelings above put in words by Harvey Danger [not by me] 10:11pm 04/06/2003 In a rosy cheeked second She has stabbed all her secrets into my shoulder. Her tongue wrapped around a beating thorn, A bleeding storm in her hearts first-born. I’ll say what you want me to, Just promise you’ll wave when the beaches drown. On a blushing red pillow She has peeled the refuge from my lips. We never learn to change from these routine palms, Reading blank page psalms while she sets off the bombs. Discomfort me when you feel the need, Just promise you’ll wave when the beaches drown. And waking from my arms that night, You left your key-chain heart Underneath the cushions of a leather couch, Which we once never thought that much about. Spiders nest inside her Weave me a dream for lost desire Fuck you, Martin Sheen 6:15 PM 3/23/2003 New lyrics to be added soon, and the lyrics page is going to be split into differant sections. The music to some of the finalized mp3's to be up soon as well. It's amazing to think that i love her even more than this.... https://www.angelfire.com/freak/pulchritude/images/r0xy1.jpg 7:38 PM 2/22/2003 A winter storm. A forty minute lecture on antibiotics. A locked drawer. The torn pages of a secret Broken glass. I think we might of gone to far here. It would mean everything, again. It ment the world to hold you in my arms. Mindless rambling. You dont even know what your talking about. Don't you. A fucking pig found your stolen wallet And returned it for a hefty sum. A haystack memory. A morning Lethargy. You'd like yourself to go away wouldnt you? Everything comes back to neon lit crosses. Fuck you, Dream/Girl/Prom Queen. 10:41 PM 2/21/2003 Hang up the phone Embrace the blistered dial tone Revenge a dreamers thought forgot I rest in the chapel where the angel sings We are all fond of love yet out of place The scenery mirrors her serene sky I think I slipped on your wet dress Dry my pistol in this heated conversation Passionate for something? More out of love than She can create. I can see through this wine glass Your eyes are peering back at me Can you see? Threw my heart in a fish bowl Drank her blood from underneath a shallow rock We walk amongst these neon lit crosses She crys within your passion. Fuck you, She seems to have disappeared completely. 4:50 PM 2/19/2003 : So your stuck in the struggle of making that once in a lifetime song/lyric/riff 200 times. Shame. Sha Sha Sha Sha Sha Shame. Fucking ingenious. It means the world to hold you in my arms. But storms enevellop the warm twilight. If blood divides us lets share our differances, heal out wounds together. Only love walks between the dozens of lit crosses. Fuck this you think you know what your talking about dont you? Only love, only love can win. Fucking ingenious. First of all, does she need a name? My love, thats been working, you like it, Wonderful use of imagry, but your sick of it arent you? Yeah. Wanna go back to writing a story? No. Traits are meaningless. Embrace our differances. Drink each others blood from their open veins. Dont you wish you were a cannible? No one would talk to you. You'd have to inniciate the conversation. Fuck that. An aching storm. Rises through twilights eyes. The blistered plan. Glare beyond the crashing waves. Intake a moment. Release a memory. False in reality yet real in a world surrounded by the reality of a hope that glistens in the moonlight of belief's graceful scenery. I could bring you a life in a pill box. But then again I'd fail to see the reason, dreamers often lie. Why arent you ashamed of what you are? You retreat to some unknown place where the empty thoughts are pricked. Fuck you, lieing basterd. 2/18/03 : "One more suicide" Yeah, Marcy Playground kicks ass dont they? Okay, back to the dead girl and the coffee mugs. "Coffee mug takes another innocent victam, When will it stop!?" No no your getting ahead of youself, fuck the fifties. Okay, how bout write a story about the story in your cd? Hmm, You could do that, couldnt you? It would be easy... Just plan it out a little bit ya know? Planning sucks, fuck planning. Lets burn the city god. Local gods eh? Stop ripping people off. Fuck you. 2/18/03 : I think you've watched Romeo and Juliet about 3462346432 times this weekend. Jesus fucking christ. Thats right, jesus fucking christ. Doesn't it piss you off that you didnt make that god damn movie? Yes, yes it does. You fucking rip-off you. Why are you waiting for something original to just pop itself on your lap? Go, do something. Wait, no don't. It'll happen if you wait long enough, right? Right... >You come to the sudden realization that Blur is teh winz and now your pissed off cause you didnt write Blur's songs< I think you should right a book you stupid peice of shit. Hmm, how to start. What should be about. Brainstorm you loser. No, dont. Just start writing. Write about nothing. Thats how you got here in the first place isnt it? Yeah fuck you to. To begin with, you live in a mirror. Fuck reflections, everythings backwords. Why are you playing your guitar backwords upside down? Who do you think you are? Jimi Hendrix? I wish there was an x in my name..... Like, Dreax, yeah that would be cool. No, Dr. Dreax. Yeah thats it. "We live in a blur" No, no, that sucks big time. "Hah" What the fuck? "My only love sprung from my only hate, too early seen unknown and known too late." Err....... you need to stop watching that movie "She died when she touched the ringlets left behind from Mr. Wong's coffee mug on the table." Oh, intersting. Deep writing sucks No it doesnt. Fuck you.
