Friday, December 7, 2012

Too young to hold on, too old to just break free and run


Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying, "Maybe, you didn't know him at all,
you didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know"?

Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye,
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.

Say what you will, say what you mean oh,
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean, clean

Thursday, December 6, 2012

poem

I wrote you a poem.
I goes something like this:

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.

begging for your demise


I've got some advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man.
If I'm the fuckin' man then you're the fuckin' man as well so you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.
"So deep inside, deeper than anyone else before"


"I'm pretty gross. When I talk I can be gross and crude."

Darling, go right ahead.




"CURSED, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants, and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery." - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Quite the fetching read if you get it in English!
"I had to meet her. The memory possessed and endowed me."

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

"Man has always been drawn to the sea. But it's an unnatural setting for us, a place of great danger. Tides, currents, waves, wind...each presenting their own hazards, none of which can be ignored. The slightest lapse of judgment can be a mistake you might never recover from. But a good sailor doesn't fight against these elements. A good sailor works with them, using them to his advantage. While others less fortunate might be forever cast adrift, often in several pieces, he always comes home safely."

Monday, December 3, 2012


interesting.
scary, new, confusing but...
exciting. interesting.