June 9th, 2008 @ 8:19PM
when I was young-looking
people tended to say things like "wow, you're gonna be great"
now I look a bit older.
I've become....
self-cannibalizing.
I've sawn my dick off.
it should finally communicate my love for you.
it's a magical world we live in!
so full a charm and glee!
if you're ever ever feeling oh so down!
you can just turn on your TV!
we are the dog children
tamed, chained
eating what we can find
but don't eat the meat.
can you see me?
?
strapped to our rockets we blast off
dogs in space.
this is me now, . , . , am I great yet?
June 9th, 2008 @ 6:53PM
still distant, but not in that way that people always seem to overcome.
always a step ahead of you, a ninja.
life is worthless, a downhill ride.
even writing your thoughts on paper has lost it's touch.
June 5th, 2008 @ 8:23PM
music is the best of all.
and it's still not good enough.
it's not good enough for the choir teachers,
the principal investors,
the proud mothers,
the swollen pustule growing on my forehead.
there will be no next time, after we all reach our breaking point in one glorious moment of self-loathing.
May 13th, 2008 @ 8:14PM
people die.
listen to my music.
and the last note.
who was
sinatra?
what made him so special.
where are you now, does it matter.
drink till the tears fall out.
brokedown.
March 24th, 2008 @ 11:00PM
oh whoa-ee-oh-ee-oh
gonna be a DMusic star!
oh wee-ey-oh-ee-ey
gotta do it for y'all.
process my losses while
I've been stressin over compressin
this is fact.
did I break my textual diction?!
do you know where the pop songs ran off to
when the experimentioneers cream-fry your dreams?
we're all here, but never at once.
we're waiting on eachother to come around.
empty hearts pour out the outside world.
March 16th, 2008 @ 10:43PM
?feelings have y'all do
November 27th, 2007 @ 7:12PM
Wankaholics on the telephone, shmellephone.
Belzer bones and ice cream cones.
Blown to home by a ton of stun guns.
November 1st, 2007 @ 4:50PM
psycho delicate again.
it's enough that I strip myself out of bed every day.
it's enough that I work tirelessly on every new song which beckons.
it's also enough for me to earn my wage and show the world my salts.
it's worth plenty that I try my growing hardest to perform acts of kindness and generosity.
so why do you still expect me to give a damn about your problems. I don't feel responsible for your emotions. Because I am not.
Give up or leave me alone.
August 7th, 2007 @ 2:22AM
Hello, in my land!
When a woman is naked, it's
PORNOGRAPHY!!!!(as the innocent children scream...!)
if it's in black and white, it's
Art
But! thanks to the:
we can live happily.
June 19th, 2007 @ 1:07AM
I love songcrafting because it's just like the real world, but far more enjoyable.
The hardest decisions usually matter the least.
The easiest decisions usually find solutions all by themselves.
The harder you try, the more you lose sight of what you were doing.
Thinking too far ahead will cause turmoil in the present.
Acting like someone else can be entertaining for a little while, but sometimes you forget what you play like.
The time you spend will not always equate with the satisfaction you receive, and turnips will never speak in !Kung big men, not even when the dude rolls on sunday.
and the more you love a song, the more it loves you back.
