sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
Yes, I should be reading my psych books, and I was, but my girlfriend called. So now I am on here and watching my Vagrant Records dvd. Nothing better than seeing Alkaline Trio rock out on TV.
I am also getting voice lessons. I have a....different voice, and it supposedly sounds good, but when I sing, I kill my throat. So yeah, I am working on keeping myself able to speak, and I can finally see why people pay to do this. I won't cough up blood in the morning anymore!
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Why is everything in my life going wrong?Yesterday i worked 12 hours then when i got home My computer wasn't working at all and i got so frustrated so i just went to bed. So i have to deal with it when i get home.Then this morning my jacket ripped and my button on my shirt just fell off. Geez, I sense something really bad happening next
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.