I love you's send people to early graves.
I think its kinda funny how Im so anchored to you.
goes to show pain isnt so relative.
"Get the fuck up." The cold floor is too much of a shock. God damnit. I’m opening my eyes and already I’m getting that panic feeling. He’s not there.
Hasn’t been for quite some time now.
So much for satisfaction. I blame you for this. All this fucking numb.
I ripped out my guts yesterday,didn't hurt they were empty anyway.
same as yesterday.
I tried, God, i fucking tried. I spawned, I loved.
You asked no more from me, i thought, but i thought what you gave me to make me happy was going to stay. You snapped your almighty fingers and took it away. All that time devoted. FUCKING ERASED. DELETED
SEE: MEANING OF EMPTY.
Tell me in bated breathe what makes you so damn "special".
A fondness of aspirin has begun. Anything that burns, really.
Give me pain,a couple of those && you begin to feel like you've drunk hot wax.
I don’t want to remember.
"I am drinking this && I am fucking her"
Congratulations! THIS is your doctrine now.
Is this what satisfies a man?
Carnal pleasures or is it really product of an empty heart.
I find it somewhat sad that you wouldnt know a good thing If it came up behind you && slit your throat.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
like finding a new best friend.
Here is a passage from an article from an interview with Julian.
Julian is listening to music and smoking a cigarette. “What did you want to be,” he asks me, “when you were a kid?”“This?” I say with a shrug. “What about you?”“I just wanted to write music that could touch people,” he says. “A songwriter — you play a few chords and sing a melody that’s been done a thousand times, and now you’re a singer-songwriter. I think it takes a little more than that to do something that matters. And I wish I could write a song where all the parts work. When you hear a song like that, it’s like finding a new friend. Maybe you’ve been fucking alone and looking for someone, and when you find them, it’s like everything seems better. I feel like sometimes great artists — it won’t politically affect anything, but it can make a crack in the ceiling and you can see a bit of light. You don’t know what’s gonna come, but you try. I think eighty-five percent of the fun is just going for it. And not going for it for your own gratification, but making personal sacrifices to do it right.” Suddenly self-conscious about having waxed philosophical, HE LOOKS ME IN THE EYES AND LAUGHS,”OR NOT”:)
Julian is listening to music and smoking a cigarette. “What did you want to be,” he asks me, “when you were a kid?”“This?” I say with a shrug. “What about you?”“I just wanted to write music that could touch people,” he says. “A songwriter — you play a few chords and sing a melody that’s been done a thousand times, and now you’re a singer-songwriter. I think it takes a little more than that to do something that matters. And I wish I could write a song where all the parts work. When you hear a song like that, it’s like finding a new friend. Maybe you’ve been fucking alone and looking for someone, and when you find them, it’s like everything seems better. I feel like sometimes great artists — it won’t politically affect anything, but it can make a crack in the ceiling and you can see a bit of light. You don’t know what’s gonna come, but you try. I think eighty-five percent of the fun is just going for it. And not going for it for your own gratification, but making personal sacrifices to do it right.” Suddenly self-conscious about having waxed philosophical, HE LOOKS ME IN THE EYES AND LAUGHS,”OR NOT”:)
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