Friday, February 10, 2006

no comment

aspirations and playing
fucked it up again
the name is so foreign
close back up
feeling sheepish
back in the hole where you belong
burnt the hand
tied the head
wounding wounding wounded
I've always been good at that
stuff stuff stuff it down
how can I be so blind

4 Comments:

Blogger PerversoActor said...

On the heart, in the heart of the heart a heart attack attacks... perhaps...

¿Un ataque al corazón o un ataque del corazón?

Do you love someONE or do you love something of someone?

What was first, the egg or the chicken? Mua ha ha ha ha.

Always this fucking line that is not!!

Movement in seek for balance... two provisional certainties.. just to live. This is my bet so far.
And believe me, either I'm really stupid or I just can't understand how come it was so hard to get them! Mua ja ja ja...
How sad! They sound like some kind of New Age stuff, or the answers given by some extraterrestrial master alien... I'm depressed again... Mua ja ja ja ja ja ja ja.
Wow... to many evil laughs today...

Anyway I had a great way to end this messagge and I have forgotten it!! Damm!!
I guess I'll have to wrap it the only way I can today.
Mua ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja

Un beso,
V

8:09 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

mewling in the dark
wounded pride takes solace
in well-honed apathy

burrowing deeper
spiralling pain
crimson tendrils

shuddering frame
checked breath
deadened gaze

8:09 AM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

Maybe that's what I meant to say!?

11:08 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

::grins slyly::

6:53 PM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home