truth.

art
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nature -------- humanity

Say hallelujah, say goodnight.

"I'm saying your name in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on the bridge at dawn.
Your name like an aminal covered with frost,
your name like music that's been transposed,
a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungfull of glass,
the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull of a boat that's sinking to the sound of mermaids singing love songs,
and the tug of a simple profound sadness when it sounds so far away."

the garden this morning.

Well the evening always ends like this.

Well if I could tame all of my desires wait out the weather that howls in my brain because it seems that it's always changing the winds indecision the sorrowful rain yeah I was a postcard i was a record i was a camera until I went blind and now I'm riding all over this island looking for something to open my eyes but I still sing glory from my high rise and I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks while the world waits for an explosion that moment in time, when we'll be set free so don't stay mad just let some time pass and in the morning you'll wake feeling new and if I don't come back i mean if I get side tracked it's only cause I wanted to i'm keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue.

love it.

and this is how i love you.

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle.

Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through.

The nights hard to get through.

Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won. Worry and wake the ones you love. A phone call I'd rather not receive. Please use my body while I sleep. My lungs are fresh and yours to keep, Kept clean and they will let you breathe. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind. Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around. I'm not writing my goodbyes. I submit no excuse. If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake. If I could I would shrink myself, and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt, but I am too weak to be your cure.

We were lulled into believing;

Fill the bathtub with ice and

Thing to do:

1. finish buying christmas presents for everyone
2. decide which photos of my work to send to glasgow school of art
3. start the '12' project
4. develop contact prints from some of my positive slides
5. decide what on earth i will do if i don't get into any of my unis

There will be no exchange of hands.

For a second I felt so brave,
Flowing through fault lines,
Wearing on my mind.

maybe i fell too fast;

maybe i pushed you away.

A wind came down.

Build your castle, start collecting stones, and the riverbed shall not be your home.

i miss you too.

Headlights or tailights, its a flip of a coin, but one day this coin will be worthless.

There was this book I read and loved, the story of a ship who sailed around the world and found that nothing else exists beyond his own two sails and wooden shell. And what is held within all else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp and debate what's truly permanent, but when the wind starts to shift well, there's no argument now. I sing and drink and sleep on floors and try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me. So when I'm suffering through some awful drive you occasionally cross my mind, it's my hidden hope that you are still among them, well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place. Each time a curtain opens, sunlight pours in, a lifetime melts away, and we share a name on some picturesque grave.

There are things that are best left unknown.

Oh hands, don’t fail me now
They’re the only things I have left
Oh fingers, don’t let me down now
They’re the only things that I’ve got
Oh world come, come crashing down now
Oh hands don’t fail me now
Oh let me become deaf and mute to this
Oh hands don’t fail me now.

'As Our Lady of Disco, the Divine Miss Gloria Gaynor, has always sung to us,

"We will survive." '

The scenery grows.

Something is always happening in this city.
I get posters through the front door for gigs and club nights and posters in the street for clubs and venues and reminders from at least 4 different people of which is the cheapest/best night each night.
I could honest to god spend this entire year going out and checking out every club night and every venue and still have missed something awesome just around the next coner.
Music and dancing fuels everything. I dont even feel like I have to drink to have a good time. I just feel like I need good music and strobe lighting.
Art ideas speed up at me everytime we get a brief at uni, and it's incredible speaking to people who also want to do art for the rest of their lives.
I will never get tired of the rush i get when someone I speak to has heard of the same obscure artist/band/film that i have. Connections. Thats what im making right now.
In many senses of the word...

You're a part time lover and a full time friend.

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train,
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body swings from side to side,
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else,
But you.
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me,
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else,
But you.

You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.

I have never been good at hiding my feelings,
i have always been guilty of heart-on-the-sleeve,
i guess sometimes i just want you to notice,
and sometimes i wish i would too.
It's the strangest thing but i always seem to write about you, in the end, even if it isnt directly, even if you is a nameless person, a stranger, a lover, in the end, my you is always you.
dont be confused, my sense is there, it just hides behind silly twee 4 liners and generalising pronouns. that makes it easier to talk about 3 different people at once, but look like im talking about one.
i wouldnt want to look fickle, now would i ? ;)

Someone in some future time will think of us.

"The gleaming stars all about the shining moon
Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid
In the sky she floats, flooding the shadowed earth
with clear silver light."

abandoning the arty noncy crap for one sec...;

I LOVE THIS SHOW.

A Year In The City.

This is the view out of my window every evening.
I feel so connected to EVERYTHING.
It's like, i can walk out of my front door and SOMETHING is happening somewhere close by.
I am going to start a project entitled A Year In The City.
What it will entail yet, i couldnt tell you.

Words, pictures, feelings.

you tell me it's just growing pains.

but it still scares the shit out of me.

I'd kill for an adventure.

flux
  
–noun
1. a flowing or flow.
2. the flowing in of the tide.
3. continuous change, passage, or movement

Our intentions always last that bit too long.

"Katherine ! My great dear effervescent darling friend, i miss you. I realise i haven't replied to your last couple tweets but I WANT YOU TO KNOW that it's not because i don't still love you because I DO, but i've been having to surrepticiously and slyly scav wifi off the cafe as i walk past cos i'm too cheap even for a cafe con leche, and that unfortunately only gives me time to post a pre-written tweet and grab my email :(! But i wrote you a mega mega long postcard today :) might write you another tomoro :) also: When the thorn bush turns white that's when i'll come home. Then, or next tuesday. I love. You xxxx"

Only your best friend can write you a text that is EIGHT PAGES long. :)
loveyou.

'At the bottom of everything'

"We all fall in love, don't we? We fall in love with the smell of the ocean, and the sound of leaves fighting the wind, and the taste of an amazing green apple. I fell in love with a boy, and I'm slowly falling out. I don't mean it. It's just happening."

Sorry, if you find this, but i like your words.

Devil's playground.

"Everyone
gets
lighter
everyone
gets lighter
everyone gets
lighter
everyone gets lighter
everyone is light."

I felt your poltergeist love like Savannah heat.

when mum wears clothes that fit her, rather than pyjamas, her shoulder blades stick right out, almost like she's trying to grow a pair of wings.
and that puts it poetically. it's actually slightly horrific.
i swear people in the street must think she is a recovering anorexic or something.
its not so bad, i think she's fairly happy.
but its the beeping machines, and the times when we have four nurses in the house at one time that get me. it makes me wonder how possible it is that family life will ever be the same again.

sympathy can be smothering sometimes, once or twice i even thought my amazing results were pity grades...
but giving a shit is different.

please go away. :(

July

was an angsty month on my blog. :/

teeth marks.

And I miss you, even when you're around
I'm a black cloud,
Sending lightning to the ground
So darling please, show your teeth
Just one more dance to help me sleep
Whirl, cold water eyes
Fill the past with friendly nights
Human skin, can be hard to live in
You'll feel better in the morning.

patchwork clouds.

people keep saying, "you can do whatever you want now."
i want to do lots of things. most of all, i want to keep you.
in my pocket, or on my notice board, or stashed at the end of my inbox.
i'm fed up of feeling like "nothing you do can ever be good enough for me, just because i always want something better or more romantic. some kind of bigger-than-life love."
it's something i'm working on, i promise.

a couple of weeks ago i thought it would be cool to text you, 'i miss you like air.'
last night i had a dream that you came home.
and now i feel like part of me is missing.
i guess that's karma...

there is nothing that the road cannot heal.

Restless feet, coffee stained cafe couches, the need to abandon security for the open road, potential lovers who will stare into your eyes as though creating a masterpiece, fields and hills and cities and the sunset from a hired-car hood on a cool beach and the sunrise from a hotel window, crinkled worn sheets, warm toes, hopeful breaths from the twin pillow indent, splayed hair catching the sunspangles, the need for close knit words describing every sight sound smell, because elabourate just doesn't fit, wide-eyed wonder at the sheer diversity when moving forwards everyday, every second, stopping long enough for a few snaps, a postcard, a coffee, a brief jazz fueled encounter in a smoky afterhours basement.
Songs for the road, beating from your car window, moving in your gut.

Four weeks.

the skin of my hands is peeling, it's almost like it is preparing itself for september.
and thats not even metaphorical !

i know your eyes in the morning sun.

:(

change will come oh change will come i will never believe in anything again.

i never realised it but a simple change in your life, like usuing a different brand of toilet roll, can have a huge effect on you.
if you have gotten used to a particular way of living, when it changes, even in a tiny subtle way, it throws your well-ordered routine into turmoil.
like swapping your old fridge for a new one with a diferent kind of handle, or updating your computers to windows vista.
imagine the effect of a person who has lived with you for your entire life, clothed you, fed you, reprimanded you and supported you, who disappears from your home entirely.
imagine leaving home for the first time and supporting yourself and living alone amoung your filtered possesions that previously seemed vast and now fit into one cuboard and a chest of drawers.
i get weirded out when we stop using a particular brand of apple juice for gods sake!
september is going to be so incredibly scary and exciting at the same time.
i just can't fit it into my brain. it's like The Big Bang, or martyrdom.
i just cannot imagine what it will be like to NOT live where i have lived for the past 18 years.

sunburn lemon juice baby blues.

i wish there were less 'you's.
i wish i wasn't caught in perpetual 'summer crush' mode.
you know the kind, you fall for the bleach blonde kid with the tan, promise to write and then vaguelly remember a feeling you had back in '06, years later when you find the blurry photo album, buried under less transient memories.

i think i persuade myself that 'it's for real this time'.
and then i turn my head, catch someone elses eyes.

'How come i end up where i started?
How come i end up where i went wrong?'

comehomecomehomecomehome.

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins, all of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys, then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair, stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere.
Have I found you, flightless bird? Jealous, weeping. Or lost you, american mouth?

just break my heart already.

emotional detachment may be useful, but it fucks you up.
i can't seem to want to spend longer than a night with someone who shows vague interest in me.
fear of commitment?? nahh mate, fear of being TOO commited.
now i have this huge cut on my palm and i can't remember doing it.
and scrawny-indie-boy-curling-round-me-like-a-cat withdrawl.
bloody red wine aha. shouldn't have topped my glass up so much. :/

PLEASE LET ME IN.

''It's not me, it's you
Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me
Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me
I'm just a racehorse on the track
Send me back to the glue factory
Always thought I'd float away
And never come back
But I've got enough miles on my card
to fly the boys home on my own
But you know me
I like being all alone
And keeping you all alone
Your charts are boring
And your kids are snoring
You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing..
and I said .. I Saaaaid!! ''

why is this happening? now, of all times?

west coast smoker

why do you always take the offensive?
i just want you to be my friend, right now.
three weeks is too long to be mad at someone for something this small.

emotion commotion.

so fed up of having to chase you up for a single conversation.
perhaps the next three weeks will be a welcome break.
plus, i get the added bonus of spending time with that lovely boy who i shall miss so much in september.
i think i like having someone to want.
it gives me focus?
i just get angsty when they don't want me back, and shittily poetic and dramatic when they do.

i guess it just fills the gaps doesn't it?

heart on sleeve.

Im going to try and be introverted this week, and see where that gets me.

I WANT YOU SO BLOODY MUCH.

YOU SET ME ON

fire.

bleh.

realised why i HATE dealing with guys.
you never get a straight answer, and sometimes you don't get one at all.
bloody bloody. impossible.

please just talk to me.
i need to stop being worried and missing you.

all the ways you make my stomach turn and all the long drives with my friends blur.

i want you.

(Now I don't wanna be alone)

i just found my leather bound journal again.
it starts with the plan for the film script i never wrote.

i'd like to be able to stick with something longer than 2 weeks.
like crushes, or ideas.
they kinda have this tendancy to vanish after a while.
i kinda hope this one does before september... :|

or i am going to be fucked.

not so much want as need.

feeling like every night with you is like a quest.
i wish we were at the end, the victory.
the dragon has been slayed, the princess won.
i wish i could just sink into you.
i wish i knew how to please you,
how to get you.

it's like how, sometimes, but only sometimes, a hug and an 'I love you.' isn't quite enough. you need that little bit more...

self-righteous bullshit.

"so because i wouldn't fuck you, you decided to fuck him instead?"
"uh, pretty much, yeah."

i bet you're just SEETHING from the fact that your supposed gay best-friend isn't so gay after all.
i know it's petty, and i know it's kinda harsh, but fuck you, you need to be taken down a peg, seriously.

hope this fever will break like a heart easily.

more Skinny than Love and needy as fuck.
this late night/early morning heat
makes me wake at 3 with a fever.
wishing to be waking somewhere cool
with another breathing pattern beside me.
i have a fear of normality,
of routine rather than change.
give me weekends away and lovers
that come and go like chart hits.
but give me comfort once in a while,
and a friend i can kiss without fear
of inevitable mornings of side glances
and afternoons of kicks under the table.

give me your arms, outstretched
and I will try to make them meet.

if you stay too long inside my memory; I will trap you in a song tied to a melody

First with your hands and then with your mouth a downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds I was a fool, you were my friend we made it happen.

here I am, come on;

this is the part where i start reading too much into things and find out nothings changed, we're exactly the same, we just know each other a little better and now we have that connection of flesh that maybe wasnt there before.
i tell you what, i wanted you more than anybody else in the entire world that night.

regarde la mer

let's catch a ferry and make like we got away just in time,
i'm over eager you're half a step behind.

come on girl come on girl, hey! tell me what i gotta say to take you away with me?

Litany.

i trace all my failures back to the notches of your spine

escapism, thats how this works.
burying my head in the sand.

lying on the sofa with my eyes closed, I didnt want to see it this way, everything eating everything in the end. We know how the light works, we know where the sound is coming from. Verse. Chorus. Verse. I'm sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.

Or is this the dream I've been saving?

I love the way old blogs show up in my reading list, even if they've been deleted.
My hair feels smooth, like i just washed it, when in reality it has been a day or two.
I wake up feeling fresh and all my friends are glowing.
There's this feeling we keep getting, like we're drinking in everthing.
Saturating ourselves with each other and the sunlight and these last days.
I am finding out that maybe I was wrong, i WILL miss these years aha. How sad.
So so so so so afraid aswell.

But the feeling in my stomach keeps building.
Soon its gonna crash out and i'm gonna wake up and discover my life has begun.
I guess that's what we're all waiting for, really.

I'm happy and sad at the same time, I guess.
This summer will feel like an endless goodbye, its gonna be pretty hard.
I just want to have the times take the photos play the songs and then move on.
Its sounds harsh. But its the way of the world.

the season's change was the conduit.

I'm drunk enough to drive you home now.

I was dancing with a best friend.
I feel strange when things change like that.
Like it's a bad habit, something i should really have gotten over by now.
I wish i knew what i want.

It's always someone i love more than i should.
And who i cant't have.

i can wait. i can wait.

I can't explain the state that I'm in
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the back seat
Oh admiration in falling asleep
All of my powers, day after day
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed
Deep in the tower, the prairies below
I can tell you, the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm
I can tell you the day we were born
My friend is gone, he ran away
I can tell you, I love him each day
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged
I can tell you I love him each day
Terrible sting, terrible storm
I can tell you...

chaos

i feel emotionally drained and completley out of sync.

aha;

that was suprisingly easy. :)

not eveything in your life is poetic and dramatic,
just remember that.
we can just BE,
we dont have to be on tip-toes around each other.

god, it's almost summer.
i cannot flipping wait to get out of this shithole
not like, my house. or even my town.
just this whole limbo.
'i feel like butter spread over too much bread'.

i just want change. i say it all the time.
but i really just want things to be different.
i know that when it comes to it,
i'll be real sad and probably scared shitless,
but after that... god its gonna be fucking great. ;)

;

(i hope i dont end up fighting for you, just to win you and then drop you, like i always always have)

I am unfinished.

I'll be like a ghost
Gone when the morning comes.

here's to all the new beginnings we never got back from.

You are encouraged to dance emphatically, manically, even desperately, cause who knows where this is heading?

press the skip button to the end of the night
where i'm falling about catching your eye
i told everyone (and myself)
that it would never happen again
and it did and it does and it will
there's nothing i can do about that.

when goodbye's are actually hello's
and kisses goodnight are just another start-a-fight
that ends in tears and me saying its all ok.
we were never ok i was never ok with you
but somehow the circus ride is still going
around and around and around
tinny music plays and we realise we're stuck in our
old ways.

i will always be delerius for you when it comes to fucking my way out of a situation.
really all i'm doing is creeping back in.
i'd like to be less of a twat, but i cater for one.

i'd like to be able to write about you better too, but that won't happen.
you were always the one who had the way with words...

no laurel tree, just green envy.

I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you Said I liked your shoes You said thanks can I follow you? So it's up the stairs And out of view No prying eyes I poured some wine I asked your name you asked the time Now it's two o'clock, the club is closed we're up the block Your hands on me I'm pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure I got the money if you got the time You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic And the phone's ringing And the van's leaving Let's just keep touching Let's just keep keep singing I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where's the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you but you You write such pretty words But life's no story book Love's an excuse to get hurt And to hurt "Do you like to hurt?" "I do! I do!" "Then hurt me."

I just want to make a clean escape.

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”

I am feeling like that was good enough.
Because lust is an instinct, it isnt love.
The future grows brighter every minute,
every second.
Faces will change and so will I.
It's gonna be fucking wicked. ;)

It's not a side effect of the beats.

I am thinking it must be love?

I’ve got the urge to knock you out, and I cant handle this.

seeeeeeriously. get rid.

Baby you and I are going out tonight,

Livin' for the weekend. ;)

We're going down swinging.

I envy the man with the gun in the parking lot,
holding a guy up against a wall with no physical force.
He holds someone's life in his fist,
I'd give anything to have that kind of control.

;;call it off

pass me a flamethrower
for fighting colder nights with fiery fists
give me ivory and gold over
car windscreens and white sheets.

Fell out of bed;

What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet
So boycott love detox just to retox
And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life
And perfect boys with their perfect lives
Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

ctl.alt.del.

All i ever write about is catching up with me,
I'm leaving everyone for a house by the sea.
I'm your favorite alibi for melodrama,
you wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
Do I look good or is it just the storybook romance,
That you read to yourself and wish to be living?

Sugar cubes could melt on your tongue
(but i won't no thanks no way
i'm made for greater things than fulfilling your dreams)

Let the city take me away from a worn out record that's a year over-played.

I'm going in for the kill .

We can fight our desires but when we start making fires,
We get ever so hot whether we like it or not.
They say we can love who we trust but what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions and what are feelings without emotions?

i cant listen to quiet music at the moment.
everything has to be loud.
it has to take over.

(I will never believe in anything again)

I was fifteen
and a skinny boy with bright blue eyes
transfixed me for a few weeks.
(there's not a second i don't want to be pressed against you)

I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness.

I know everything about you; you know everything about me;

We can remember swimming in December,
Heading for the city lights, in 1975
We share in each other nearer than father
The scent of a lemon, drips from your eyes
We are the people that rule the world
A force running in every boy and girl
All rejoicing in the world take me now we can try
We lived an adventure love in the Summer
Followed the sun till night reminiscing other times of life
For each every other the feeling was stronger
The shock hit eleven got lost in your eyes.

this is the sound of the hopeless kids;

'the radio leads a feel good revolution
cigarettes and my closest friends
i tell myself that i have to remember this
i have to remember this...'

I feel like the disillusioned youth.
I feel like throwing up my entire body just to get rid of the ache.
Get over your fear of connecting beneath you,
our history may confuse things but at least we know where we are.
'at least we're on the same page'.
I miss july afternoons on the water and evenings in your parents garage.
Most of all i miss a best-friend.
It'll never be the same again.
I cant form connections like that anymore, for fear of being dropped like a stone.
Dont blame yourself. Im just too goddamn weak.

Light me a funeral pire, my body is covered in bruises.
But let it rain, please just let it rain, let it wash me away...

I lost the thread in the darkest of space.

If I become antique you'll collect me
If I become cheap then you will respect me.

Tristan.

I AM ALIVE.

This is not anything.

Please please get me out.

To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
On a circuit board
We will soon be born
Again, again, again, again.

I dont want

anchorage.

Old dirt road knee deep snow.

Fall down the stairs
It's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
It's the only poison that I like
Throwing rocks at broken windows
Picking locks with footprints in the snow.

Racing towards the new.

All i want is an evening under a sparkling sky with music lights and couches scattered across a field of flowers and everyone shouting all at once cameras flashing in the dark hands held and smoke rising and history in the making and static in the air so dense you can feel it spark when you move when you spin.

All i want is everyone together and nothing but laughter forever and ever and ever.

Simple dreams are what keep me sane.
They keep me from wanting things bigger than myself.
I dont want to be big. I want to be tiny. A tiny tiny jigsaw piece.
That is all.

Walking out the door to discover it’s a window.

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
Like the sun's just going to drop if it's night you demand.
Well, in the dark we're just air so the house might dissolve.
But once we are gone, who's gonna care if we were ever here at all?
Well, summer's going to come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again.
No need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
but now you can't even recall any of the names, faces, or lines.
It's more the feeling of it all.
Well, winter is going to end, I'm going to clean these veins again.
So close to dying that I finally can start living.

Cover me with rain.

You remind me of home: in a suburban town with nothing to do,
patiently waiting for something to happen.

Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place.

imagine for one second a car on a highway.
there are no other cars, and the road runs straight as far as you can see.
so its not like we need a map.
infact, the car is driving itself, there is no one behind the wheel.
im in the back seat with you, and the scenery is black, but not like the night.
more like the evening, in a bedroom in someones house, in winter.
more like the tent of the covers, where the only light is from the reflection of your eyes in mine, and the glow of your skin.
no, we are not like angels. or devils.
we are not like anything.
~
i get painfully honest, like a cancer patient.
i guess its just what you do to me.
i could say that all that love (the real kind) got me was an accumulation of notebooks and favourite songs. I could say that lust got me where i wanted to be.
bewtween your legs.
I cant tell wether it is better breathing you like a prayer, like a sonnet and clumsy scribbled sentences like im more alive than ever before
and reading too far into your profile songs but there is meaning in every action you unconciously decide,
or fire licking my heels my tongue everywhere but your mouth melting you like a sugar cube.
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I know i have always prefered to be crushed against a wall than bought flowers for.
love is about lust. and this is the opposite of chaste.
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and whatever you say, this is real. I dont care that i am the anti.
because this is obviously real.
you make me feel so incredibly alive.

Destroyed by the sea.

There's money lenders inside the temple that circus tiger's gonna break your heart something so wild turned into paper if I loved you, well that's my fault.
A bitch in heat, the alpha male not something she'd ever tell except when she got deathly high.
And out it came like summer rain washed the cars and everything felt clean for just a little while.