Tuesday, August 10, 2010
electric words plucked out your finger or pick amps so powerful you shook my soul Sign in to see full entry.
hope
the black wall I could not see out anymore was pricked by a needle as sun gushed on my floor.... lighting up my room... I can now see it all! as I scrape the black tint off of my walls... all things not good will continue to fall.... Sign in to see full entry.
On Conforming
Your way I've had to travel lost, cold and so very alone, life completely unbalanced... my heart dry as a bone.. And your tongue, by the way, uhmmmm.... well....it tends to unravel like..like..uhhh a double-edged sword... YET...it fits perfect between your POINTY-FANGS which I adore... so I must... Sign in to see full entry.
past tense
is it me? or is it you? we neither have a clue as to whether it was me....... or...... if it were you.. looks to me like nobody ever knew, i guess it could be.... the BOTH of you. Sign in to see full entry.