IntangibleWe are two bodies pressed together, stumbling into a dimly lit room, high as kites with the smell of cigarettes crushed into our hair. Against the wall, against the door, a mess of clothes and hot breath. This is living in the moment; this is life as we know it. Music becomes us, music is sex, we are sex and it is all around us, it fills our minds and our souls, and we are encapsulated with the very wholeness of our being and what we are trying to achieve. We are the sun and the moon and every little flower, blade of grass, animal that scratches, claws and bites. We are kings and the world is ours for the taking as the beat pounds in time witIntangible
HOW TO RULE MYSPACE HOW TO BECOME POPULAR ON MYSPACE.HOW TO RULE MYSPACE
“On August 29, 2008at 12.38am the popular website Myspace recorded having 242,863,038 users. At 12:39am it recorded having 242,864,132 users. In one minute, 1094 people had created their own page.” The Myspace epidemic has hit the world, and like it or not – it seems here to stay. Congratulations, first time user. You are officially a loser. Why is your writing still Arial? Why don’t you have pretty colours as your backgro
Sometimes..DearestSometimes..
I found myself thinking of you today, something I’ve been doing more and more lately. I wonder how your band is going; last time I heard you were playing around Australia, nearly ready to seal a record deal with a big label. I hope you got my congratulations card, I wasn’t sure whether you were still living at the same address, but I sent it to the last one you gave me. I really do hope you succeed, despite everything we went through I only wish you the best. I don’t honestly believe that you think about me anymore, but sometimes I wonder if there were aspects of our relationship we could have changed, whic
If OnlyI am the girl everyone would love to remember, If only they didn’t forgetIf Only
It’s 4.30 in the morning and it’s raining. I am tired and coming down You interrupted the receptors That balance the head and the heart
… Right now I reside in the clouds.
I want to channel all trace of who we were Forget the future and go back
To our old destructive ways, To be lost in the static.
A Beautiful ThoughtOh, we're so brilliant, aren't we? We're so freaking lovely. We're filled with glowing rainbow pride And we're so pretty it's ugly Our self-made wounds throb with beauty And you'll paint your face with hypocrisyA Beautiful Thought
We're everything we're believed to be We're saviors and artists and celebrities We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride We're gestating self-worth in our insides
We're icons of envy to all of our peers Self-assured by attention attained all these years I'm something you need and something you're not She's almost so hideous that it's something
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