Sunday, January 17, 2010
fast train
sleep on the floor with the t.v. on
"Infomercials have started and I kind of want to die
Monday, January 11, 2010
"hail to everyone who was lost in this mass genocide of my realm. drown your sorrows, steamin' new layout. cute atmospherics. poser-filtration system. erection of creeky metal radio tower. driftwood of the galaxy. trying to make you understand, nothing all at once. awake with a knife lodged in his head.... harsh new dawn of chaos, smooth as a hot babe through a jagged mountain peak. rough as a porcupine toilet. sedation is law. you're blown away with the divine wind. douse yourselves in the flames.....we have climbed up to the door of new psychadelic realms...of chillness, the universe of expanding KERFLOPULOUSNESS!!"
jack chick song lyrics
wild child and the boy things:
i want to watch you do your boy things
your young boy things
your same age as me boy things
i want to stare
and
i want to creep around when you're not home
i want to creep
i live in the dark
i don't want to meet your mother
i don't want to hear her say
she's just a lazy girl
what she doesn't know is
I already bloomed and died
bloomed and died
i want to watch you do your wild child things
your nighttime things
i want to watch you do your creep things
when I was young, i was no little girl
but i knew
yes, yes, i knew
I'd never meet a boy like me
for me,
there'd only be boys like you
for me
there'd only be boys like you
so let me watch
just let me watch
you do your boy things
your young boy things
your same age as me boy things
your wild child things
let me watch you do your creep things
cause you see, boy you see,
I'm no little girl
no lazy girl
no lady girl
and I'll never be your girl
Just let me watch
let me watch you do your boy things