How funnily we roll along?
DopeBeastie
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Picking our hearts clean with hindsight and a lint brush, thinking
"I thought that?" and some such stuff that brings a mind a happy
smile in the darker parts of night time. Now. Right here, right now.
A bundle of letters long gone or so I thought, resurfaced
when I put an old box back into use. I, for what I now think is
the first time, find funny that my mind plays tricks ~ and
that the only thing I really lose is time.
Everyday was the beginning of the end. Every building block
fashioned from sand with hurt and angry hands on a beach
with biting winds and ten foot, whipped up crests threatening
the Woman who would Stand with sailor's breath and battleships
carved in ink deep into her desert tan?
Everyday the sky dripped metaphor. Each ray of GodLight
was my blessing. Each absence was a bloody bore.
I was spoiled. Rotten to the core.
And now, how funnily we roll along? I am neither mistress or victim.
I am neither justified or damned. I just am, as everyday and everything
and every slight or feint is, temporarily, unplanned.
"I thought that?" and some such stuff that brings a mind a happy
smile in the darker parts of night time. Now. Right here, right now.
A bundle of letters long gone or so I thought, resurfaced
when I put an old box back into use. I, for what I now think is
the first time, find funny that my mind plays tricks ~ and
that the only thing I really lose is time.
Everyday was the beginning of the end. Every building block
fashioned from sand with hurt and angry hands on a beach
with biting winds and ten foot, whipped up crests threatening
the Woman who would Stand with sailor's breath and battleships
carved in ink deep into her desert tan?
Everyday the sky dripped metaphor. Each ray of GodLight
was my blessing. Each absence was a bloody bore.
I was spoiled. Rotten to the core.
And now, how funnily we roll along? I am neither mistress or victim.
I am neither justified or damned. I just am, as everyday and everything
and every slight or feint is, temporarily, unplanned.
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Picking my heart clean with hindsight and a lint brush, thinking
"I thought that?" and some such stuff that brings my mind a happy
smile in the darker parts of night time. Now. Right here, right now.
A bundle of letters long gone or so I thought, resurfaced
when I put an old box back into use. I, for what I now think is
the first time, find funny that my mind plays tricks ~ and
that the only thing I lose is time.
Everyday was the beginning of the end. Every building block
fashioned from sand with hurt and angry hands on a beach
with biting winds and ten foot, whipped up crests threatening
the Woman who would Stand with sailor's breath and battleships
carved in ink deep into my desert tan?
Everyday the sky dripped metaphor. Each ray of GodLight
was my blessing. Each absence was a bloody bore.
I was spoiled. Rotten to the core.
And now, how funnily we roll along? I am neither mistress or victim.
I am neither justified or damned. I just am, as everyday and everything
and every slight or feint is: temporarily, unplanned.
"I thought that?" and some such stuff that brings a mind a happy
smile in the darker parts of night time. Now. Right here, right now.
that's just so too much awesome and beautiful pn.. like right here, right now.
and may life be forever, to some extent, unplanned. it is that which is not known that keeps us alive and feverishly free
tatoo you too rachel!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
hugs to you, sir kindness... wishing you much of the same
pasta nazi
love that girl
But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
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Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
big big hugs