

Sinister BusinessIn the rhinestone studded pockets of the Universe, Tiny empires swell and disolve like lint, While we tumble and waltz and function, Quivering bacteria in the gut of Infinity.Sinister Business
The future is branded on history books, And step-by-step instructions for going mad Are etched in silver ink over the sky, A romantic and inescapable sumbliminal message.
It's sinister business when you think about how We've been dusted so finely, such small Insignificant beauties, growing strong and steady Only to question, for the love of it all, "why"?


The ViewWorking, writing, talking, it never stopped them from asking, "Look at the View."The View
Oh why-Oh why, did I turn to see, to spy with my little eye, something to flood the Florida Key.
I could feel at every turn, why the world sat at a tilt, a sight to cause any to burn, thank God theres no kilt.
Working, writing, talking, it never stopped them from asking, "Look at the View."
The waves crashed down before me, causing my stomach to churn. Oh the rolls dancing for all to see ! Why won't they ever l


Triggers Never Made Real Men..i am what you created, dont turn your back on me now you are flirting around the truth, tonguing it in my ear you just ignore the fashionable with the greatest of ease you cripple yourself under the delusion that im the one hurting ...thats alright, because im the last one standingTriggers Never Made Real Men..
i am the streak, of mascara running down her cheek in the latest of nights you can hear her scream the name i heard you cried with them that night, i saw you die that night blades cut fabric, your words almost cut as deeply as this razor ...thats alright, because im the last one caring.
break
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my shop: happy-plush-plush!
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"My first job was actually selling doors, door-to-door. That's a tricky job, that one...
*Bing bong*
'Oh, hi. Can I interest you in a...aww...shit, you've got one havent you? Alright, cheers...' "
-Bill Bailey.
~Lupus~
much appreciation and love to you.
-chris
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then the drugs kicked in, we sang from the bottom of our broken hearts, "God Bless this Wreck"
appreciated, I do my best...
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"I saw this field that grew perfection, full of things you do..." -Boxcarracer: "Watch The World"
"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment."
-Carl Sandburg
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Do you have any Mexican in you?
Would you like some?
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dark violet
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