| [this is where all the love is from, mommy?] |
~lockethehunter
What I Knowlook at her.
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Gypsy Gal -You Took Me...-Yeah, this fallen cross, I just can't lift it Sometimes it gets so hard for me to see Oh, but the eighteenth martyr yelled at me He said he was the only one who knew to quitGypsy Gal -You Took Me...-
Well, the fallen tree blocked my way It was too far for me to crawl away Oh, so I called for you and your bedroom key But you just told me you loathed the bourgeoisie
Alright! But why can't you help me here tonight? Yeah! You can't help but make me cry even though you're so polite!
And the hobo king flew so high in the blue moon Tryin' to comfort it, don't you see, with his grateful tun
by ~lockethehunter
You crawled out my eyesDon't say you love me, pretty baby, Nothing around me I haven't tried I've been soul sick of it lately It feels all just like a big fire fightYou crawled out my eyes
Call on your old pals Goin' out tonight, gonna have a ball I know they're goin' ta try an' stop ya, gal You'd better take a quick look an' break your fall
An' now we know the invasion's close at hand Nothin' to it I'm joining the marching band
by ~lockethehunter
What Good Are You?Ol' rank harlot, she's lost her head Ol' black waters he's kept his edge You always say that you gotta change Well, I know you gotta do it 'fore he hangs Tell me darling, what good are you? What good can you do?What Good Are You?
Mercenary's at your gate, babe, run an' hide The queen's knights sure says he's bonafide Hear that black train whistle down, I can tell you anything anytime you come 'round Tell me darling, what good are you? What good can you do?
High noon over the east tower jail Grey eyed morn' goin' to burn your braille You fought with your twin
by ~lockethehunter
playing them allthey frogs jump in the valley the sun is heading down i was dreamin' of a pretty woman don't know who she is i don't even like her but i'm still bound in love anyways it's written across the mountains it's rolling through the town the old man's beating on your new trombone better stop him soon you never know what he'll say jump into the crowd, babe, jump outta the outhouse, gonna steal away the pope hide him in my closet lock 'im up tight throw away the key then gunna forget about it all the fellows in washington are scrambling for their ties took 'em all away an' tplaying them all
by ~lockethehunter
| experiments usually lending themselves to nothing but occasionally standing in for pencils. |
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my friend friday My friend Friday spends Tuesday afternoons looking for things that no one else can find. These things are small and blend with the everyday so suitably, that they elude most of us, even after our morning coffee or cigarette. But invariably Friday finds them with ease, and sets them upon my doorstep every Wednesday morning, pawing at my breakfast with his fresh wonders. “I saw a boy die yesterday!” He howls, the door slamming behind him. He is not in the same room as I; he is yelling this across my house at 5:30am, eliciting angry grumbles from my somber roommates. Sending the salmy friend friday
by ~jimboistic
she took me to the trees
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| I am you, but you are not me. You can never be me. In a couple years, maybe a hundred, maybe a thousand, I'll be bumming cigarettes off of Jesus or Lucifer or Gabriel, thinking of revolt and of texts that will ride the human heart to it's demise or it's salvation at the hands of some mad shaman, a perfect blend of wretched things and perfection procured from God knows where, mixed together in a blinding arrangement of words and sounds and everything else to spark a flame in the souls and the minds and the bodies of the collective, to incite a Revolution where the gods will be overthrown and maybe the people too, and we will not be, no one will be when that day comes. We will return the Earth, the land, the animals, back to themselves and we will not be. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Lyon, France
- Favourite movie: Charlie Bartlett, I'm Not There, Fight Club, Donnie Darko
- Favourite genre of music: Folk, Alternative a la Shins/ Beirut, whatever Belle & Sebastian are
- Favourite artist: Beirut [Zach Condon]/ Suda 51
- Favourite poet or writer: Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, Fllnthblnk
- Favourite style of art: Music
- Favourite game: Killer7, Psychonauts, Zelda, Black, Killzone, No More Heroes, Ico, Shadow of The Colossus
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo 64/ SNES/ Playstation 2
- Personal Quote: Accuse of crime at time, accuse late; the ship to Australia has sailed
- Email: poorsamwise@gmail.com
- MSN: Stargazingstranger@hotmail.com
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go confidently in the direction of your dreams
it still says that you live in france on here.
:/
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i am jack's broken heart.
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and don't mind me if i get weak in the knees
'cause you have that effect on me. you do.
hi paul.
how is you and your peenus?
i am jack's smirking revenge.
i am.
you aren't.
so get over it.
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i am jack's broken heart.
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and don't mind me if i get weak in the knees
'cause you have that effect on me. you do.
i will then move out.
rent isn't too bad, believe it or not.
i can't wait.
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who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity
ps: mme ballatore says hi, also de la part de mme bouchard, molliet-sabet and someone else..?
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i hear you got in shit.
smooth move, trooper.
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i am jack's broken heart.
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and don't mind me if i get weak in the knees
'cause you have that effect on me. you do.
You've made some nice poetry. I try to write some myself.
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Best divorce ever possible: Politics and Religeon.
Learn to Draw from Andrew Loomis - [link]
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All of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision.
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