You’re the son of the goddess of fortune, clearly. I guess that I should finally open these couple of packages. Seems like they have been on the edge of my bed forever, next to those stupid furry red restraints… Waiting for you. There’s always someone baby…someone who gets hurt. I hung out with a friend…
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EXECRABLE PASTICHE
I don’t nag him or cook for him or buy him anything I don’t check up on him or support him or see him in the morning You’re more than welcome to be the love of his life And help him build up his hopes and dreams You’re more than welcome to be mad that…
GlobalWarming
He’s a shower and I’m a scarf. I’m a dump truck and he is typewriter ribbon. I’m the catfish that he can’t resist. He’s an envelope and I’m ground pepper. I’m an elastic waistband and he’s a thermometer. I’m the city that he revisits… I’m worthless, He’s useless. He’s a shower and I’m a scarf….
Pas De Deux
Diablo, The fuckery with you is so real. I was going to call my friend, my best friend mind you, to put us up and get us drinks and smoke and poppers for you and into a club out there. Dinner, gas, breakfast was all on me. Since we’re not locals, if anything went down, fuck…
The Shaman of the Redwood
Gaia got you any way As long you can feel the grass between your toes How it goes, time will show Hold it in until you choke… Smoke wafting up to the sky Take your shoes off and walk outside Walk outside with me I tell the girl in my skin come to center again…
Midwestern Midweek at Midday
She’s Teasing him He’s Lying to her (He didn’t think she would but she will) She’s Inviting him He comes to hers (He didn’t think she could but she can) She’s Kissing him He’s Playing her (He didn’t think she should but she shall) She’s Stripping him He’s Suspecting her (He didn’t think he’d like…
Thinking of him while listening to Tool W/U
Fear. Wanton abandon lives right outside of this lyric but fear… Fear wears me, it buys me early in the morning from the neighborhood thrift store and tastes me against it’s formlessness Fear pretends that it cares, asks me how my day was because fear tries to test my strength and I can’t resist this…
Of Danger Mice & Metro Men
You met her You met me Fool me once, you fucked up Our circumstance, this tired dance I didn’t need you, I want(ed) you I want(ed) just nothing less than all of you Blood too Fool me twice don’t seem right Step back into the damned light You met her You met me Why would…
Saltpeter Rain
The perfect way that hydrogen collides with oxygen to quench my thirst The musical way that you play me like 4 chords and the bass note hurts The way that just a trace element of selenium is all that my body needs The way that even your softest touch has me involuntarily prostrating The wind sweeping over everything…
