burnt thumbs; no use of finger prints or crazy accident. An unlikely story.

It's slow starting! Another dream,
to care alot about courting hands. A cut
to mix and reel for my voluntary
sentences, what happened?
Here, in two exhibits are wonderful
examples of head rested pillows;
my bed and her chest, niether
are weather worn,
ripped or torn, not bad anyways.
Sleeping, my head was filled with the visual of
us jogging cold, freezing sweat,
we're running around in our
cotton panties. Trying not to get

I'm dreaming
about painting her face again,
I know she's thinking the worst
things, talking to the better man.
A femur on each cheek, she's the
missing member of the Wu-Tang clan,
Wishbone. She cleans it off.

She won't answer her phone.
I call every hour, I'll stop
I've got two endings for the multiple choice
lovers, a quick a, b, or c.

Yearly, I'll make my wages being a sticky
parasite, bloody from whatever surgery
removes another me from someone else.
Sucking limp limbs, we'll cover our mouth,
in the way of a hand, she closes her eyes
when she laughs. In the way of what hand,
she'll blow misguided, niave, elderly,
put me down. Set me down.

We bore in
to each other's arm,
drillbits, power tools, etc. To make
sure that the other person is still
listening. Even though the sound
of drilling is louder than anything we've
got to say.

Our whole being is caught up,
waiting for candlejack
to take us aw--

Last edited by Something_Vague at Jul 7, 2008,
"Anyways" is not a word.

In my restless dreams...
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised you'd take me there again someday.
But you never did.

Well, I'm alone there now.
In our 'special place'...
Waiting for you.

this was hilarious, playful, but also came with some brilliantly haunting imagery. From the anyways (though I guess that wasnt planned) to the last option in the multiple choice I loved it. And the reference to Candlejack was just gre-
What kind of tune do you plan on putting this to?
Schecter Tempest Custom - Pearl
EMG 81/85
Digitech RP350
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^I think this guy is serious.

Goddamn, this is so good.
You've developed into a much more poetic writer lately,
but you retain your perversity and knack for a witty joke that kills.
Picture Hemmingway giving a reading of one of his writings and then he periodically takes a shot of Scotch and yells "Pussy!" after every one. That's you, man.
Poor advice.
"neither" is misspelled.
you can highlight that in red too; it won't hurt my feelings.

i imagine the torment the author felt while finishing this.
it reminds me of searching for trust in others.
i'm sorry you had to write this.
or rather, deal with the inspiration.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.

- Jericho Caine

secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.