requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Time Is Running Out.
I think I'm drowning,
Asphyxiated.
I want to break the spell,
That you've created.
You're something beautiful.
A contradiction.
I wanna play the game.
I want the friction.
I want the friction.
You
Will be the death of me.
Yeah, you
Will be the death of me.
Bury it
I won't let you bury it.
I won't let you smother it.
I won't let you murder it.
But our time is running out.
You can't push it underground.
You can't stop it screaming out.
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006
If you had once shot at immortality, what would you do? Would you do anything else differently? What would you like to try? Would you still wake up in the morning, have a glass of coffee and go to work all the same as before? Me. I would like to try and commit suicide. To know what it feels like to fall from 56 stories. To leap off and experience that few seconds of freedom in mid-air. I would love to find out what scenes of my life would flash in front of my eyes. Would it be the time that I had to walk around school in my boxers cos my pants torn? Would it be when I first met you? Would it be when I scored my first try? Or would it just be a blank canvas? What would it be like? What monumental moments do I have in my life that would be of such pressing importance? Or are there even any? If I could have a taste of immortality, I would do just that. Commit suicide. | unendability
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Stellar
Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night; watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place; won't you come with me?
Meet me in outer space.
I could hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.
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Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night; watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place; won't you come with me?
Meet me in outer space.
I could hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.
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I'm vulnerable now.
My chest cavity is spread open on your table.
Operate on your will.
The call is yours to make.
Fill me up or empty me.
Dig it out or pamper it.
Squeeze it when it stops
Or just leave it there to rot.
Whatever the case,
I am all yours now.
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Monday, May 29, 2006
Sober.I'm vulnerable now.
My chest cavity is spread open on your table.
Operate on your will.
The call is yours to make.
Fill me up or empty me.
Dig it out or pamper it.
Squeeze it when it stops
Or just leave it there to rot.
Whatever the case,
I am all yours now.
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
Straight up. Give me a shot of double scotch single malt, straight up. Okay guys, I haven't been really coming back here that very often already and I apologise for that. Even so, I doubt there is a steady following here anyway. This address is probably at the bottom of your "Favourites" list and even then, I'd be really optimistic to think so. Screw that, screw you. I am here to apologise to those I have recently let down. To those that I haven't been mach of a true friend to. So if you get to read this. Please accept this apology. I will not put in fancy words and string my sentances in charming lines. Just a simple apology. I'm sorry. Straight up.| unendability
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She's gorgeous don't you think?
I looked back and passed a wink.
I'd never expect her to come
barking up this old tree of slum.
Who would have expected a fork,
Made of exquisite silverware,
Move over to this dork,
That has nothing but a stupid glare.
So thank you,
Misery does love company.
And in Debauchery he found company.
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Idle Wise.She's gorgeous don't you think?
I looked back and passed a wink.
I'd never expect her to come
barking up this old tree of slum.
Who would have expected a fork,
Made of exquisite silverware,
Move over to this dork,
That has nothing but a stupid glare.
So thank you,
Misery does love company.
And in Debauchery he found company.
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Seduce me with torn fish net stockings.
Entice me with your blacks gloves and smeared lipstick.
Slowly, drown me in your beer of choice.
Let me sink into your orgasmic growl,
And fumble into the soulful moans.
You can spend one whole day
Telling me about your next conquest
On the human race,
One indie rock fan at a time.
They don't love you like I love you.
Slowly let your fingers dig into my soul.
Be my Karen O.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Be my Karen O. Seduce me with torn fish net stockings.
Entice me with your blacks gloves and smeared lipstick.
Slowly, drown me in your beer of choice.
Let me sink into your orgasmic growl,
And fumble into the soulful moans.
You can spend one whole day
Telling me about your next conquest
On the human race,
One indie rock fan at a time.
They don't love you like I love you.
Slowly let your fingers dig into my soul.
Be my Karen O.
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Monday, April 24, 2006
Masochism.Somebody please tell me why am I still going through this. What pleasure do I derive from seeing my own limbs get butchered one by one, finger by finger. What sick sick games is my mind playing with me, can somebody please enlighten me thank you. It's one thing to enjoy watching these gruesome acts being done to someone on screen but actually enjoying it happening on yourself, that's just mental. To be honest, I have no idea why, when I see somebody being gut on screen I cringe a little, my eyelids get a little heavier than usual and I find myself strategically turning to aside a little and my head tilt away a little. But when I see me own heart being dug out with her bare hands and torn to pieces little by little, I find myself smiling a little, I feel a little warm and fuzzy inside ( even though I theoratically do not have a heart for that ). Shoot me. Please. Or you can just get someone to do it if your knees are buckling under the pressure or if your shirt cuffs are wet from the sweat of your palms. | unendability
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