

Parties On The HillThe rave downtown is a nice place to drown. Choke yourself on the rhythm. Fill your lungs with the sound of the young and needy heartbeats that the kids pass around to use as a pulse when their own hits the ground. You wear the music like a dimond, and the lights like a gown. The needles in your pocket are the jewels in your crown. This is where the kids go when they want to be found in an indigo Heaven until the rain brings them down.Parties On The Hill


God Told A StoryGod Told A StoryGod Told A Story
But probably not the story
you're thinking about. He doesn't like to take credit for that poorly edited piece of malarky he liked to call it. He told alot of stories actually. It wasn't that He was a liar Or anything, He just knew how much reality sucked. Did that make Him a hypocrite? He didn't like to think about it. He knew that he could tell any story any way and make it be, but that would defeat the porpose of a story. What's there to fantasize about if it already is? The only one's who were int


Self-PortraitI’m tired of writingSelf-Portrait
about you and your stubborn ideas. You talk about secrets needles tell to freckled skin
and compare veins to virgins. You’re not the princess locked in a tower with a spindle, so why do you sleep like you have nothing to wake up to?
You hide behind an opium colored mask that you so selfishly call innocence, and convince yourself that there are worse things you could do than lie. Maybe you are some kind of faery tale.
How can I trust your tobacco stained lungs? You know they won’t go near your screen of smo
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"I said I love you," I said.
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Anais Nin: "And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
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-John
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Some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
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