Me, Myself and… who…?
I …I guess
I was
I fear
I know
I love
I hope
I hurt
I lust
I ache
I strive
I grow
I begin
I relive
I relearn
I believe
I adjust
I accept
I know…..
I become
Me, Myself and I
One day I will become content with....
Me, Myself and "I"
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
I give pause, as i ask myself, how the hell did i get this successful??
That's only a thought..Its gone now.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane....
Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
Here I sit listening to Jet,
contemplating my demise.
My soon to be ex is outside with
my soon to be ex step son.
He has taken on my role.
You see I have been down
for about two months with
a fucking depression.
I would also like you to hear
that my wife said “I’ll be there for
you.” Fat fucking chance.
I'm broke, have a doctors appointment
tomorrow and a job interview on wed.
Think she cares. . . Fuck no, she doesn't care.
She told me two months ago about how much
I have taught her about emotions.
The only thing she has taught me is
to go get fucked!
That’s ok I've been fucked before.
It will soon be time for me to do the
fuckin. . . Well these are the first thoughts that
came to me at this moment
P.S. Dorothy where are those fuckin shoes!!!!
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Here I sit listening to Jet,
contemplating my demise.
My soon to be ex is outside with
my soon to be ex step son.
He has taken on my role.
You see I have been down
for about two months with
a fucking depression.
I would also like you to hear
that my wife said “I’ll be there for
you.” Fat fucking chance.
I'm broke, have a doctors appointment
tomorrow and a job interview on wed.
Think she cares. . . Fuck no, she doesn't care.
She told me two months ago about how much
I have taught her about emotions.
The only thing she has taught me is
to go get fucked!
That’s ok I've been fucked before.
It will soon be time for me to do the
fuckin. . . Well these are the first thoughts that
came to me at this moment
P.S. Dorothy where are those fuckin shoes!!!!
that is brutal dude.
do you write often or no?
might i suggest to try and write all your anger, saddness, and depression
out in form of poetry or whatever.
it will probably help you heal yourself.
many people write in this degree of emotion.
Hannibal Lecter's parole day finally came: "Your assistance in key police investigations and exemplary conduct ensures your release." Bowing, Lecter with his mac and briefcase closed the hospital doors behind him. Taking his first free steps in twenty years along a pavement dotted with brightly-clothed summer people, Hannibal got an urge for a nice tasty goth. Stealing a ladder from a builder's yard he snuck into a residential alley, listening up at open bedroom windows for the sounds of self-absorbed, teenage dross. Striking lucky, he rested his ladder at a drainpipe, scurried up and in through the window, and made his lucky strike.
But ah!!!! All bones, just bones. And no blood! It had all been scratched out! "It's a fucking emo kid! Where am I going to get my fix of extreme corpulence and hairspray from? Where have all the goths gone?"
Just then, a bald road sweeper shuffled by the dustbins and woofing strays, whistling some Fields of the Nephlim ....
Comments
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I missed you.
A pleasant surprise for me.
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
i feel like
i love you
more than the whole world
...spinning...
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I …I guess
I was
I fear
I know
I love
I hope
I hurt
I lust
I ache
I strive
I grow
I begin
I relive
I relearn
I believe
I adjust
I accept
I know…..
I become
Me, Myself and I
One day I will become content with....
Me, Myself and "I"
That's only a thought..Its gone now.
Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
we're just wasting time, wasting time
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Tired in my soul
Open my eyes
And let it all go
Quick thoughts abound
And visions sink in
My mind growing weary
And my heart growing thin
Must relax now
Just to awake again
Feeling the pain
Let it all sink in
Head bobbing slightly
Eyes drifting away
Dreaming already
Needing to stay
Awake for the moment
And figure it out
But my mind is not with me
Streaming with doubt
contemplating my demise.
My soon to be ex is outside with
my soon to be ex step son.
He has taken on my role.
You see I have been down
for about two months with
a fucking depression.
I would also like you to hear
that my wife said “I’ll be there for
you.” Fat fucking chance.
I'm broke, have a doctors appointment
tomorrow and a job interview on wed.
Think she cares. . . Fuck no, she doesn't care.
She told me two months ago about how much
I have taught her about emotions.
The only thing she has taught me is
to go get fucked!
That’s ok I've been fucked before.
It will soon be time for me to do the
fuckin. . . Well these are the first thoughts that
came to me at this moment
P.S. Dorothy where are those fuckin shoes!!!!
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
that is brutal dude.
do you write often or no?
might i suggest to try and write all your anger, saddness, and depression
out in form of poetry or whatever.
it will probably help you heal yourself.
many people write in this degree of emotion.
good luck dude.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
fuck
fuck
fuckity
fuck
:(
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
But ah!!!! All bones, just bones. And no blood! It had all been scratched out! "It's a fucking emo kid! Where am I going to get my fix of extreme corpulence and hairspray from? Where have all the goths gone?"
Just then, a bald road sweeper shuffled by the dustbins and woofing strays, whistling some Fields of the Nephlim ....
good work mr. Fins-man.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Wembley 18/06/07
If there was a reason, it was you.
O2 Arena 18/09/09
lifegaurd on duty blows whistle & tosses justam a life preserver
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce