awaiting sypmtoms

i had placed the scence in your bed.
i imagined myself underneath you-
everything was still except our bodies,
our shadows danced on the walls.
the cool sheets; soaked with whiskey and dreams.
take from me what you cannot give.
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brian feeder.

The Science of Conciousness ::: The Magnetic Fields



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the devil is really in the details.

its the taste of planned death
that i know all too well.
teach me your ways.
what was is that you want-
you only like me for my neck and throat.
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come midnight -

i am the young and over sexed.
- the whispher during mass.
- the cake after sex.
i am the crack in your mothers back
and the notch in your bedpost.
i am the devils best flaw

- the moment before you sleep.
- the future in your morning coffee.
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2:16

i just wrote "never the less, more please" in a sentence and think it's funny.

meaty mustache!

i'm just sitting on the shelf.

Why do let me stay here?

All by myself
]Why don't you come and play here?
I'm just sitting on the shelf


Why don't you sit right down and stay awhile?
We like the same things and I like your style
Its not a secret; why do you keep it?
I'm just sitting on the shelf


I got to get your presence
Let's make it known
I think you're just so pleasant
I would like you for my own


Why don't you sit right down and make me smile? (uh huh)
You make me feel like I am just a child
Why do you end it?
Just give me credit
I'm just sitting on the shelf

 
oh  Zooey, you are the perfect lady. +
Reblogged because THE HERM did good with this one!
http://sosmartyourstupid.blogspot.com/

stars. smiths. shreading. solo.

i'm in my backyard.
under the stars
shreadding
by myself.

my cellular device is off.
all i hear is Steven Patrick Morrissey of The Smiths.
the feeling is great.
Not a care in the world.