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one of the only songs to make me cry Mar. 11th, 2007 @ 03:51 pm
nina simone...



People laugh each time they see us walking by and their whispering just make
you feel like you wanna cry. Keep on walking by my side don't look behind. You
know I love you, so don't you pay em' no mind.

People say our love ain't gonna last too long. And they point at us, just like
we've been only carry on, keep on looking in my eyes and we'll be fine. You see
I love you, so don't you pay em' no mind.

Stay with me and let em' see, let em' know that you love me, that u love me, if
it's true who cares what they do? Cause I don't need anyone but you. Just you
and me, we're gonna make it all alone. Let them laugh at us, we're gonna build
a world all our own, Keep on then, keep on holdin on to me,they'll learn in
time. I really love you, so don't you pay em' no mind. You know I love you, you
know I can't be without you
Current Mood: in a space

FOR JESS Feb. 4th, 2007 @ 02:10 am
Still drinking on the corner
Just don't say I didn't warn you
Always nagging big brother
He's only looking out for you

Tony The Pony
Tony The Pony

You're still standing on the corner
Just don't say I didn't warn you
Old and jealous big brother
You had your time and you spent it
Crying

Now, Tony The Pony
Tony The Pony
So, that's what they call you now ?
When you're free outside
So cold and hard and in control
And ...
There's a free ride on
Tony The Pony

Oh, why do you always wanna stop me
From doing the things in life that make me happy ?
And when I'm outside with friends, laughing loudly
Why do you always wanna stop me ?

Oh, I would never
I would never

But you will carry the can for anyone
The free ride on
Gullible Tony

You're drunker quicker
And you're sicker even quicker
For something heavy is gonna fall on you
Oh ...

And what do they call you now ?
When you're free outside
So cold and hard and in control
And, oh ... been a lark
There's a free ride on
Fucked-up Tony

I will never say I told you so
Or how I knew that something bad
Would happen to you
I don't wanna say I told you so
Oh, but Tony, I told you so !!!
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
beats: the sound of distrust

the ice cream people-charles bukowski Jan. 1st, 2007 @ 08:14 pm
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
instead of listening to Shostakovich and
Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke
the nights change, new
complexities:
we drive to Baskin-Robbins,
31 flavors:
Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry
Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint...

we park outside and look at icecream
people
a very healthy and satisfied people,
nary a potential suicide in sight
(they probably even vote)
and I tell her
"what if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they
find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?"
"come on, chicken," she laughs and we go in
and stand with the icecream people.
none of them are cursing or threatening
the clerks.
there seem to be no hangovers or
grievances.
I am alarmed at the placid and calm wave
that flows about. I feel like a leper in a
beauty contest. we finally get our sundaes and
sit in the car and eat them.

I must admit they are quite good. a curious new
world. (all my friends tell me I am looking
better. "you're looking good, man, we thought you
were going to die there for a while...")
--those 4,500 dark nights, the jails, the
hospitals...

and later that night
there is use for the pecker, use for
love, and it is glorious,
long and true,
and afterwards we speak of easy things;
our heads by the open window with the moonlight
looking through, we sleep in each other's
arms.

the icecream people make me feel good,
inside and out.

how you know he loves you Dec. 31st, 2006 @ 06:03 pm
Every breath you take and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watchin' you

Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay
I'll be watchin' you

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make and every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watchin' you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep cryin', baby, baby, please

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make and every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watchin' you
Every move you make, every step you take
I'll be watchin' you

I'll be watchin' you
(every breath you take, every move you make,
every bond you break, every step you take)
I'll be watchin' you
(every single day, every word you say,
every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watchin' you
(every move you make, every vow you break,
every smile you fake, every claim you stake)
I'll be watchin' you
(every single day, every word you say,
every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watchin' you
(every breath you take, every move you make,
every bond you break, every step you take)
I'll be watchin' you
(every single day, every word you say,
every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watchin' you
(every move you make, every vow you break,
every smile you fake, every claim you stake)
I'll be watchin' you
(every single day, every word you say,
every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watchin' you

a song , a dream Dec. 30th, 2006 @ 06:49 pm
In the mornin you go gunnin
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isnt hangin
And they put you on the street

Chorus:
You go back jack do it again
Wheel turnin round and round
You go back jack do it again

When you know shes no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And youre sure youre near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know shes smilin
Youll be on your knees tomorrow

Chorus
Now you swear and kick and beg us
That youre not a gamblin man
Then you find youre back in vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when youre able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table-steely dan


the premise is this; an alcoholic family awaits the coming of their prodigal son. as they do discussions of mortality and good food ensue; till he arrives to set them straight
Other entries
» sumthing 4 the homies
Because of him
This world has hope again
Because of him
This world has got a friend

A friend that will eradicate
All life's false humanity
Helping one race, one creed
To meet their need

So that all may see
That it's all so wonderful to care
To love, to cull, to share
To love, to cull, to share

Oh, let us start today
To live and die the same way...
-d.i.j.

if there is life there is an animal
..arent we all.....
» mr sick
poor jess got sick


get better sweetheart
» the square level
so its like this...

i had this teacher. this english teacher who gave me the gift of misanthropy......in all great honesty i would've accepted more, but the cat wasnt my type(in all great honesty)....its hard to be social these days ....if the tag of parody isn't on you.....you have the tag of something far worse...these san jose cats haven't a mind.........and for some reason that is why im here

http://www.maclaarte.org/



» HAPPY FUCKIN HALLOWEEEN BITSHHHHES
THERE WILL BE NO PARTY THIS NIGHT...ITLL BE PURE EVIL

Bonfires burning bright
Pumpkin faces in the night
I remember Halloween

Dead cats hanging from poles
Little dead are out in droves
I remember Halloween

Brown leafed vertigo
Where skeletal life is known
I remember Halloween

This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember Halloween

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Candy apples and razor blades
Little dead are soon in graves
I remember Halloween

This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween








» regress
phallus....the trouble starts with beginning...and i never want it clean....and us?...i wish a gruesome death...some chronic coughing on genitals all prepped for a dousing.....live in front of thousands of derelicts...who have lived the same way some day back when..why?...because it makes me feel comfortable...to be part of a big ..SOMETHING.

to fags who still think they are in high school......one werd...YES SISTER..YOU ARE STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL.








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