100 Knives

i love mirah.





You were trying to kill me
With a hundred knives
You were trying to kill me
In my heart one hundred times

Tell me you were angry
That's why you said that
That's why you said that

I know you're there
I wish you'd talk
Should i stay on,
Or should i get off?

Roll over to me
Roll over
Roll over to me
Roll over

But there is nothing i'd rather do
Than spend all day in the sack with you
I want to mess up my sheets with you
There is nothing i'd rather do

You were trying to kill me
With a hundred knives
That was not the question
I thought you had inside

I know you're there
I wish you'd talk
Should i stay on,
Or should i get off?

Roll over to me
Roll over
Roll over to me
Roll over

But there is nothing i'd rather do
Than spend all day in the sack with you
I want to mess up my sheets with you
There is nothing i'd rather do

heartbeats...

Yeah. It's kinda like this...


One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start - a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh

And you, you knew the hand of a devil
And you kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh

i'm

...still alive. no internet or camera for the time being... some day soon i will have both of those things. to those concerned, i've been getting plenty of business lately, lots of customs, and random sales. see you soon. lots to say.

Wishful Thinking...

That's about all I've been doing recently.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iu7289s7l64

Get Gone

So many things...

A poem today...

You say you love



I.


You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth -
O love me truly!


II.


You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!


III.


You say you love - but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses.
More than coral in the sea -
They never pout for kisses -
O love me truly!


IV.


You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead -
While mine to passion burneth -
O love me truly!


V.


O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn be,
Squeeze as lovers should - O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!

- - - John Keats

Notes in his Pockets...

This blog is getting whiny. Haha. i haven't been sleeping well. It's strange how things can change so quickly. Magic, really. What comes next? YOU decide.




Art by Kelly Vivanco
http://www.kellyvivanco.com/

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