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.: Thursday, January 26, 2006 :.
I said I'd leave,
but here I am.
back to see,
how things have gone,
in time that's past,
with day's so long
.: Monday, December 05, 2005 :.
hard fought battles,
of soft set minds,
yours is the struggle,
and i've got no time,
to set straight the rubble,
that lay in your path,
to talk down the devil,
whose dreams filled with ash,
would see the sky falling,
if not for the sun,
that dear icarus plundered,
for sake of just fun.
.: Thursday, October 20, 2005 :.
fake fast and trip 'er,
it's lights out for skipper,
and that look in your eye knows its true.
for behind every winner,
lie's steadfast a sinner,
and the devil's been dancing with you.
.: Monday, October 03, 2005 :.
in the ides of october,
lie the sores of my shoulders,
as the fall suckers in to the cold.
is today's penicillin,
but the date on the bottle's too old.
live kindly in dark,
strong words as we part,
to the future's of which we've been sold.
I'll see you tommorow,
if there's time left to borrow,
and the courage within me's so bold.
.: Sunday, September 25, 2005 :.
swallow your pride,
and walk that tight line,
for if it's worth winning,
it's worth all your time,
those butterflies baby,
they service you wrong,
for the eye's in your heart,
are the soul of your song,
the ending ain't nothing,
if you never did start,
a full fall from ahead,
can save you in part.
.: Wednesday, September 07, 2005 :.
Everything you never wanted to know. Volume two. Because life's a hypocrite like that, and your the kind of sucker that eats it up.
Fall back safe for a fee, all you've ever needed, all you'll ever need. Sailing again for first time experience. The world's become a bowl of sugar-free gum-drops, looks fine, but it's bland to the bite.
Break-away failing, straight to the boards. Fictional hero's with physical faces; strawberry shapes that are blood-red and tasteless.
The middle of nowhere at the centre of it all. Too short for the view, or maybe too tall?
.: Monday, August 22, 2005 :.
Twitch to the tune that plays in your mind,
The meaning of words as they change with the times.
Older it is,
as older it does,
Older it is,
as younger was.
Dance to the thought that your futures are bold,
The truth not a fact to which i've been sold.
Life it is,
as life it was,
Life it is,
as death succumbs.
.: Monday, August 15, 2005 :.
Theres a better way to say hello, or so i've come to believe. What faults may be are less in contrast to the faults of a person who points them out. Our cynical attitude's that keep us afloat, drag from the bottom to bring us back down. And all along thinking we're but for the norm, and why are those people staring?
A shot from the mouth is better left waiting, while the heart or the brain thinks it through. You may be upset, but no word's worth defending, when they stare in the face of your proof. And all of them laughing, a joke to themselves, but the impression it makes is forbearing, to the rest of their lives, and the credit they'll get, when the times comes they want it extended.
So smile that your right, but don't let them know, I doubt that you'd find them deserving. For when a film ends, the names on the screen, are of those that made it all happen.
.: Sunday, August 14, 2005 :.
Common sense ain't so common anymore. The world's on a silver platter, and everybody's hungry for h'orderves. You? well your the lucky fellow with a killer recipe for cocktail weiners; and lord help the fat ladies if there isn't any ketchup to go with them.
.: Wednesday, August 03, 2005 :.
The buzz in your brain that drives you insane,
Fear for the fact that fearing is plain.
I won't comment on current headline news, thats much too cliche. After all, it's only news the first time you hear it, then it becomes olds.
Good olds with the potential to develop into new news is a rating raiser though. Repeat the same details and video in such a way that it seems new news is on the way. Maybe re-arrange your sentences for a bit for flare.
Contrary to popular belief, blogs don't spread news (or olds for that matter), but the opinion of the person based on their view of the story. No matter what color I decide to change the font to on this page, the content at its core remains the same.
A more accurate idea of a story can be gathered from reading as many opinions as possible. To draw a scientific parrallel, when you combine red, green, and blue light, you get white light.
To sum things up, don't believe a thing I say.