terça-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2009

I Ask of You...

There Was a Guy,
That I Used to Know,
Not Very Long Ago.

But I Was to Shy,
To Even Pass By Him,
Hoping He Would Know,
That I've Seen Him Around,
Ever Since I Found Him,
A Month and Two Years Ago.

I Tried to Be Brave,
I Tried to Be Strong,
I Guess I Waited Much to Long.

You're the Hot Skater Guy,
Who I Thought I'd Give a Try,
You're to Late You Missed Out,
I Still Messed Things Up no Doubt.

I Thought I Gotten Over You,
Those Feelings Come Back Out of the Blue,
Now Let's Be Friends and Start Anew,

Cause That's All I Ask of You.

That's When I Saw Him Walking With You,
And I Didn't Know What to Do,
I Was So Mad Because He Knew,

That I Liked Him He Still Choose You.

I Got Him Back I Don't Think He Know's,
My Friend Had Wrote That Note,
He'd Read It That Day and Just Walked Away,
They've Broken Up the Very Next Day.

I Don't Feel Bad For What I've Done,
She Was a Rude One From Day One,
We Hang Out and Watch Tv,
Our Favorite Cartoon Show!
To Finally Get Over You I Need Your Help to Get Me Threw This...

I Know That You and I Could Be,
Good Friends If I Could Finally,

Straighten Things Out Between You and Me,
I'm Trying to Hard This I Can See,
I Need to Let Things Go So Easily,
Not Be Afraid of What You Think of Me,

To Start Things Over...

You Hurt Me Once But That's Alright,
I'm Willing to Give You One Last Try.

To Be You're Friend and Start Anew,
Please Mark That's All I Ask of You.

It's All I Ask of You,
Yeah It's All I Ask of You.

domingo, 27 de dezembro de 2009

We're the new face of failure...

The best way to make it through,
with hearts and wrists intact.
Is to realize two out of three ain't bad...
ain't bad...

sábado, 26 de dezembro de 2009

foi impensável. um gesto peculiar, cabelos soltos e imprecisos. ataque vulnerável de quem, apenas. parecia um grito agoniado pela prisão no silêncio que era a sua vontade, só. até que.
'apesar de tudo, foi o sol quem me acordou hoje', disse baixinho ao meu ouvido.

quarta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2009

segunda-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2009

The world is a vampire...

The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game

Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?

Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah.
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And I still beleive that I cannot be saved


domingo, 13 de dezembro de 2009


 The ‘trafficking’ discourse relies on the notion that poorer women are better off staying at home than leaving and possibly getting into trouble; men are routinely expected to encounter and overcome trouble, but women may be irreparably damaged by it.

terça-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2009

This close to me...

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me...

segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009

merci, chérie

Little Red Riding Hood II

But sometimes it is the Little Red Riding Hood cornering the fucking wolf...

Little Red Riding Hood I

Young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.


sexta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2009

Bang Bang...

Now he's gone I dont know why
Until this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye

He didn't take the time to lie...

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Bang Bang...

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down"

Bang Bang...

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009

The bees, a collection.




she was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the goldof the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all, came to her. She saw a dustnearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.


quarta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2009

terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009

Can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline;
That's where I'm gonna wait, for you...

domingo, 29 de novembro de 2009

So here's to the empires polluted with dead,
And the truckers wives who erected them...
I know the stripper's real name.
Stop me if i'm wrong!

quinta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2009


cozy dark corners. your lead.

1.- the sight.

2. - the librarian.

3. -bliss.

4. - the softener.

5. - 'au revoir simone'- 'shadows'

quarta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2009

shh. shh.

Maybe I was too pale,
Maybe I was too fat,
Maybe you wanted better...
Better luck off in the sack.
No formal education,
and I swore way too much.
But I swear,you didn't care...
I'm still breathing,
Though we've been
Dead for awhile...
This sickness has no cure.
We're goin down for sure!
Oh, we've been diagnosed,
So let's give up the ghost.

segunda-feira, 23 de novembro de 2009

| beads |

Rita Hayworth

She's 25.

blame it on the pearls.


Hate Me...

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space...

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

domingo, 22 de novembro de 2009

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes

Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere...

Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Jealous, weeping...
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming.

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Grounded, bleeding...
Or lost you?
American mouth

Big pill, stuck going down.

Glamour. Exhilarated or stupefied by or as if by alcohol; intoxicated. inebriated.


sexta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2009

Maggie. pour Agent Provocateur.

cravings. coffee.

Strange Love

You see ive had some strange love,
some good, some bad, some plain love,
some so-so love...and cest la vie...

But just let me proclaim that, out of all the strange love youre the strangest love ive ever known.

And once i had a strange love,
a morally inflamed love,
wed go on holy battles in the nights!

And then there was that strange love
that vulgar and profane love,
the kind of love that we dont talk about...

Yes, once i had a strange love,
a lying infidel love,
who wove in stories like sherazade.

And once i had a strange love,
a flaky white kinky love,
we ran so fast we almost spilled our guts...