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

Coffee...


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.


epinefrine.


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.


hm.



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...



Once i had a strange love,
a public acclaimed love,
the kind of love thats seen in magazines.

And once i had a strange love,
a beautiful but vained love,
a love i think its better left in dreams...


 


And once i had a strange love
a psychic unexplained love,
a love that challenged scientific facts.

And then there was that strange love,
that very badly trained love,

a love that needed discipline and facts.




Once i had a strange love,
a mad sort of insane love,
a love so fast and fierce i thought id die.

Yes once i had a strange love,
a pure but very pained love,
a love that burned like fire through a field!


Oh once i had a strange love,
a childlike but derranged love,
a love that if were bottled it would kill.

See once i had a strange love,
a secret and untamed love,
a love that took no prisoners at all...

quinta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2009

I’m never going to bed...



I’m put on this medication, rolls down my throat;cause I cant ever sleep at night!!
The same,this medication it controls, enjoys most every day...
Well! And! And! Cause I cant sleep into the night but,cause I close my eyes, I see land!
What did I say?
What could I say to put her to sleep?
And fall awake and die,and I’m never going to bed!!!

I will go into your bedroom...I’m sleepwalking back into this hell! Oh! God!


quarta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2009

terça-feira, 17 de novembro de 2009

brilhozinhos.



e ainda perguntavas se era o silencio do perfume no ar. era sim a sincronicidade do querer. no fundo, um conceito de Jung.



mas também era o perfume no ar. que me permite antever valetes e reis. afinal que sabia o vento ao meu ouvido? Voava sobre odores do país das maravilhas.



One of these days girl, you're gonna wake up.
And I wont be there to break your fall, or brush you off.
When you come back down, no i wont.
Would it kill you to show a little soft side.
It's so attractive and sensual, it gets me off.
Isn't that what you want? To get me off?
What will you do lover, when your looks fade?
And you cant use them to get your way and what you want.
Will you be so proud? No you wont.

Little girl so lost, your game is so tight.
Let you believe it yourself, and that just not right.
Don't promise anything you can't deliver to me.
One of these days girl, you're going to clean house.
Will you be able to sleep at night with what you find?
Will it matter at all? Tell me now.
Would you sell your soul to live your dreams out?
Or would you hang on to you beliefs thats all you got.
Would you just breakdown, or hold you ground?
What would it be like if all the talk stopped?
No one cared what you did anymore, who would you be?
Would you even know? Probably not.
Little girl so lost, your gonna to burn out.
I hope it's not to late for you to learn how

to be a woman, cuz in the end, that's all i want.

segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009

sexta-feira, 13 de novembro de 2009

Bruises and scars that i've hidden...You could never heal.


I am the alpha and the omega; I am the beginning and the end.
I am the answer I am the enigma; I am the flame which never ends.



'Hell is where the Heart is'



Confide in me and tell me, why the worthless never die?
And tell to me my darling, why we cast our pearls to swine?
Please come to me and show me, why the dead refuse to bleed?
Why nothing lasts forever, and the past can’t be retrieved...

quarta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2009

terça-feira, 10 de novembro de 2009

It was all about the powder. And it sometimes still is.






He's a tramp
But they love him
Breaks a new heart
Every day

He's a tramp
They adore him
And I only hope
He'll stay that way

He's a tramp
But I love him
Yes,even I
Have got it pretty bad

If he's a tramp
He's a good one
And I wish that I
Could travel his way

domingo, 8 de novembro de 2009



Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
se promènent dans la rue deux par deux
tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
savent bien ce que c'est d'être heureux

Et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main
ils s'en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain
oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l'âme en

peine


Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m'aime

Mes jours comme mes nuits
sont en tous points pareils
sans joies et pleins d'ennuis

personne ne murmure "je t'aime" à mon oreille

Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
font ensemble des projets d'avenir
tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
savent très bien ce qu'aimer veut dire

Et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main
ils s'en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain
oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l'âme en
peine


Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m'aime


Mes jours comme mes nuits
sont en tous points pareils
sans joies et pleins d'ennuis
oh! quand donc pour moi brillera le soleil?

Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge
connaîtrais-je bientôt ce qu'est l'amour?
comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge
je me demande quand viendra le jour


Où les yeux dans ses yeux et la main dans sa main
j'aurai le coeur heureux sans peur du lendemain
le jour où je n'aurai plus du tout l'âme en peine
le jour où moi aussi j'aurai quelqu'un qui m'aime.



sábado, 7 de novembro de 2009


it's a hussle. secretly defying us to dance in the moonlight.

Carousel





She can't hide no matter how hard she tries...
Her secret diguise behind the lies.
And at night she cries away her pride.
With eyes shut tight,
Starin' at her inside.
All her friends know why she can't sleep at night!
All her family askin' if she's alright?
All she wants to do is get rid of this hell,
Well all shes gotta do is stop kidding herself.
She can only fool herself for so long!!!
(I'm too weak to face me!)
She can only fool herself.

I never know...
Just why you run?
So far away, far away;
From me?
I never know...
Just why you run?
So far away, far away;
From me?

When it comes to how to live his life he can't be told,
Says he's got it all control.
Thinks he knows not a problem he's stuck with.
But in reality,
It would be a problem to just quit,
An addict; and he cant hold the reins.
The pain is worse 'cause his friends have it the same.
Tries to slow down the problem he's got,
But can't get off the carousel until he makes it stop!
He can only fool himself for so long!!!
(I'm too weak to face me!)
He can only fool himself.

SUCH gohstly debauchery.




 deep dark eyes – sucking pools of darkness that bled seamlessly into the pupil