Manic Times

February 18, 2010

"I’m skinny when I’m standing but I’m Buddha when I sit."

— Max Bemis

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February 12, 2010

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So awesome!

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February 11, 2010

"I’m up in the woods. I’m down on my mind. I’m building a still to slow down the time."

— Bon Iver

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February 9, 2010

Ruiner

I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words, those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go. I need to know what makes you fucking tick… if it’s you or days lived by those who are already fucking dead. Destroy yourself for me please let me know there’s something that lives beyond your record collection… Maybe I live entirely for this feeling of waking up expecting it to all fall apart. You wouldn’t know…

Some words
Are worth
More than
Plastic Smiles
That I
Can never produce

I thrive for heartbreak- thrive for the let downs. And I only relate to the ones who know how to live there life on there sleeves. Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all…And we are the ones who have nothing.

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February 8, 2010

…I’m all shook up.

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February 8, 2010

Hell yeah I get the occasional acid flashback!

There’s an angel with a .45 at the top of of the mountain.
She pulls the hammer back and fires.
I bleed in technicolor.
Live on TV.
Casket commercial break.
Cremation buy one get one free.
I still bleed.
Technicolor.
Live on TV.
Waste with me.
Destroy with me.
Restore with me.
Create with me.
I still bleed.
Technicolor.
Live on TV.
Curtain call.
Credits roll.
I fade to grayscale.

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February 8, 2010

A metaphorical interpretation of Anthony Marra taunting. “You’ll never be satisfied.”

Collapse for me one more time if you can.
Heel to ear
Scream for me one more time if you can.
Breathe on me, Scream on me
Fuck me like this is your one way ticket to heaven.
Or the most ill-conceived demon.
Breathe on me, Scream on me
It’s your show.
You can be the madonna and the whore.
Breathe on me, Scream on me.
You can tell me about all the things you want to be.
But in reality.
A line and a hook.
One darkly gazed look.
Is all that it took.
For you to start choking on more than words.
Breathe on me, scream on me.
Tell me I’m your fucking disease.
As I destroy all your hopes and dreams.