Some old things...

Here. This is me posting some old photos of things that I have on hand right now. I hope to begin posting here more often again.

For no one...

This is the new. I am ready for it.

No children...

This was the worst way to start a relationship. Haha. The first moment of connection between my ex and I was my first visit to his house when he said, "Have you ever heard of The Mountain Goats?" And they were a favorite of mine. (the one redeeming factor in his otherwise horrible taste music). He put on this song and we sang along together with these disgusting grins all the time. (you had me at "I hope we both die."). Haha.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf79oyWWtkQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I have found what you are like...

i have found what you are like
the rain

(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of gren thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows

lurch and.press
--in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss

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.