Friday, February 14, 2003

i've cut the palm of my hands on the powerlines waiting for your reply.trimming my gums with piano wire while wishing for your solitude.one more gear to the cranium.a crowbar to my ribcage and flames to my lungs.gave you a boque of pipe bombs and rotten fruit.gave me another question and a vauge stare.

Happy Spend too much money on a girl who will rip out your heart and trample your soul just to fuck some other dickhole Day!!!

Sunday, February 09, 2003

Serve The Servants by Kurt Cobain.

Teenage ansgt has paid off well
Now i'm bored and old
Self apointed judges judge
More than they have sold
If she floats then she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at Salem's Lot

Sereve The Servant-oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead i had a dad
I just want you to know that i
Don't hate you anymore
There is nothing i could say
That i have'nt thought before

Serve The Servants-oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore.

i don't know why i felt the need to post this..i just did.i think it's my favorite Nirvana song,but i'm not 100% sure.
leetching off the ghosts of strangers.a routine that takes no thought or effort.like walking into live wires without a scream or a convulsion.i saw you picking the thorns off the rosebush with your 2 front teeth.red rain under a grey lamb skin sky.breaking jawbones on caskets that i crushed my fingers in.seductive as a serpent with a brand new disease.the last one nearly ended the world.this one will start a new one.it's just that horrific.