| my most favorite one of mine |
soul-outIs saving your soul Worth selling the safe That witholds the sole soul That lies within?soul-out
For no price is too steep For the soul of a sheep That follows the flock into sin
And while we dance and moan to the various tones Being forced through our chest and our ears Doth anyone wonder, if the melodic thunder Is what's killing the heart we hold dear
But then I suppose, Through the drinking and prose, The various substances forced through the nose, The hooker who sucks the cash from his hose, That we marvel at our selfborn disgrace.
un?certainIm certain what's certain is certainly not What's uncertainly certain is true But the certain uncertain is certainly certain Of being uncertainly blueun?certain
Cause while the uncertain blue is uncertainly true Of being uncertainly not And while this certain is certainly being uncertain This writer should be certainly shot.
The UncertaintyAll I wanted was love but love didn't want me and when love came calling I turned and shunned theeThe Uncertainty
for what does love know of hatred, of sadness, despair when it departs from your chest, leaving it bare empty, no emotion, a cavernous lair
for the hate to reside...to fill you with fear...
but the muscle that feels was too great for the hate for the love that had left had began to create it twisted, it turned, it rose up from within to fill up the hole that the rage had filled in
a light had been lit... and that was it...
All I wanted was
Lightbox!!!!!
also, i really, really like your shirt.
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The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.
- Wilde
when i get my shit together (ie. when i make all the screenprinting stuff) ill make you one, k?
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The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.
- Wilde
didn't know you were on DA. I shall stalk/friend you now...
Gemma
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~Utopiangem
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The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.
- Wilde
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Well excuuuuuse me, Princess!
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