"13"
Ah 13 we meet at last
But I'm having some trouble deciding
If you are lucky or not
So 13... can you show me you're lucky?
Will we beat these odds together?
...Or should I just give the wheel another spin?
Because well 13....
I've been down on my luck
Since I don't know when
And to be honest 13, when you are near
My heart drops into my stomach
& I can't breathe
13...
I feel the need to tell you -
I think you're killing me
It looks like I'm losing here 13 -
But it's impossible to tell
I'd have never guessed dying felt this good
So for now 13,
I will let you kill me
As Maynard would put it,
"Considerately"
-John-
That little taste of heaven has got me wanting more
Since then there's only been sleepless nights...
::And God, I feel like a whore::
But it was you who came to me that night
Although I don't know why
The only thing I really know, is it felt so fucking right
I want to re-live that feeling of your fingers in my hair
But you have a beautiful (yet detached) girlfriend
To whom I could NEVER compare
I wish we could recreate that night of total ectasy
But it's been weeks and you haven't called...
So I guess I'll take my place in your "one night" history
"STONED ANGEL"
Teach me to feel love
Soothe my every wicked urge
*You've slipped into my heart*
The thrill of your mouth
Makes life matter
The taste of your skin
Is like drinking night rain
And being under you is paradise
-Wanting-
Your lingering scent
Of fermented licorice and sweet leaf
Makes my heart weep
Your touch, an addiction
Burning at my soul
All I want
Is just one chance
For unnecessary redemption
And for you to make me whole
Late Night Propaganda
Goodbye Bacardi silver,
My heart will go on.
Because that same feeling is available in a car,
even if you've never had a ballpark named after you.
Plus there's soft rock with less talk.
It's only one degree of separation,
five seamless ways,
and no telemarketing.
Besides, nothing is colder than ice.
Whenever you want,
you can wake up and drive,
do something different.
Come on, thirty more seconds
on the long and winding road,
don't let this one get away.
Ever get the feeling
that at least you still have some money in your pocket?
Or at least you dream in
Rated R?
-Pixies of Perfection-
Pixies of perfection
How I loathe them!
To snap their delicate wings
and crush their fragile bones
Would be sheer pleasure!
Shave their pixie heads
and scar their flawless skin
Oh what a joy it'd be!
Let them feel pain and loneliness
Their horrified screams music to my ears
Hot-Boxing My Soul
Sittin' in my room by myself,
Smokin' a fat joint,
Anymo' these days,
Wonder what's the point?
Well I can still blaze'
An' I can still get high
But anymo' these days,
I still wonder why.
I got me a purple bong,
His name is Bob,
Supportin' my habit,
Is my daily job.
Spendin' all my money,
Tokin' out ma bong,
Got nuthin' better to do,
Then smoke all day long.
When I walk around stoned,
People wonder what I'm on,
So I finally tell them,
I tell them its chron.
Grab myself a nug,
And a wet resin ball,
Oh god I'm so high,
I'm bouncin' off the wall.
Grab my little pipe,
Pack another bowl,
I'm blazin' it
Current Residence: The future site of Arizona Bay (AKA Los Angeles, CA) Favourite genre of music: Psytrance MP3 player of choice: iTunes Favourite cartoon character: Eric Cartman