Wednesday, February 18, 2009

i do not have a broken mind. i do, i do. just don't repeat it so often.
cover myself in lights
stage a crime scene
lick a boys cheek with my clothes on
pick pocket a child
spill rootbeer in my lap
laugh uncontrollably
laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
what a boring year it is going to be

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

am i terrified or is this salvation?

whats love is love is love is love?

its paranoia and toasters;
the tiny devil beneath your feinding mouth when you say you will

you will, you will with a lock of hair pressed between a finger and thumb

how telling
if you be my holy water for breakfast, i'll never tell of the daughters hidden in your shoes

i'd never tell anyways

darling,we can stay ugly as sin in this light

Sunday, February 15, 2009

is this salvation?

who broke my daisy chains down to petals and teeth?
i've heard of wasting time on marvelous things
but hurry up now
life is life and death is death
tumble weeds and cherry lips
bumble knees and weary hips
oh,i could never get you right