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[18 Dec 2004|11:08pm] |
Lovers lie broken. L'amour lividity. I softly caress the remains.
Stare into the void. Infinity. Strangled, raped, and battered romance.
Forlorne and forsaken. Lovelorne and mistaken.
Loved and lost, never loved at all.
Drama and tragedy. Murderous infamy.
We choose and continue to burn.
To burn
to lie
to love
to fake
to hate
to live
to die
another day.
to laugh
to cry
to hold
to leave
to say
goodbye
to you
the grand finale.
Lovers lie buried. L'amour lividity. A stone with our names etched in.
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Ok. That's all I have of it so far. Maybe I'll have more later. Anydangway, have lots of fun getting needled up in the NC. I will talk to you soon. As a matter of fact, I'm talking to you right now. Imagine that... I'll be thinking of you... I still have to buy your gift! Remember to take pictures of that snowman for me.
Love you,
Mort
P.S. "...or we could make it smell like... cake."
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[07 Dec 2004|05:15pm] |
We make believers.
We take innocence.
We destroy
only to build upon a new foundation.
We pit brother against brother
and turn angels to demons.
We end it all
and begin anew.
We mold life in our likeness.
We call the shots.
We call every shot;
every bullet, that is.
We are the alpha.
We are the omega.
We are everything you wish you could be
and everything you regret.
We wipe the smile from your face
and the tears from your eyes.
We fuck to protect the virgins
and bring about a holocaust of pacifism.
We are living with one foot in the grave
and one hand in the fire.
It's us. It's been us all along.
The answers you seek lie within more questions.
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[06 Dec 2004|02:30pm] |
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Practice tomorrow. Scotts says he's coming. He bails again...fuck him.
Much work to do....
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[04 Dec 2004|08:44pm] |
Also, I'm working on a little piece I like to call "Sex with Guns". Coming along swimmingly thusfar.
Don't call unless you're bleeding...
...and I still won't care.
Just put me out of your misery.
Let go.
Let go of my hand for good.
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[26 Nov 2004|10:00pm] |
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[24 Nov 2004|05:39pm] |
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[24 Nov 2004|10:12am] |
It's your vanity.
It's our love,
it's the sword in my chest,
and it's all of the rest
of the pieces that fall
into place.
Finally.
It's the break
and my face falls apart,
and this miserable heart
will forever be silent.
In tune
with your terms of endearment.
You had your heart tattooed on your sleeve... I couldn't just walk away from such a vision....
I could see armageddon in your eyes. Fucking drop dead gorgeous. DROP DEAD----
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[20 Nov 2004|03:54am] |
This young man, he played one, he played knick-knack with a gun. With a knick-knack patty-whack---
BANG!
Shot in the face.
Oh no. The song is ruined. Too fucking bad.
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[18 Nov 2004|11:33pm] |
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Greetings friends. I don't say this often enough, but I'm going to die.
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[17 Nov 2004|09:54am] |
I am not apologizing for a god damned thing.
...you know just who the fuck you are.
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[16 Nov 2004|07:48am] |
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I've got the stars in my pocket, a finger on the trigger, and blood on the brain. Try and tie me down now. You'll soon find that you're the one bound and gagged motherfucker. I've got your god on a string that's a noose on my little finger. I'm on top of the fucking world. Do you think you'll be the one to knock me off? Bitch please.
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[16 Nov 2004|07:42am] |
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If you dropped your entire life, then I would go with it. What did you do? You dropped me... and shot one last bullet at me just before I hit. Should I forgive? Fuck no. Today is the last day this heart beats for you.
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[15 Nov 2004|10:06pm] |
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I'm nothing but a shell
Of the person I used to be
You're in love with an image
Of what you think you see
I'm nothing but a shell
Break me
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[15 Nov 2004|10:01pm] |
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I'm not shit to you
Nothing but a fucking reminder
Of a past you're dying to forget
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[15 Nov 2004|09:59pm] |
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Teach me to be like you
Show me how to not care
Not give a damn
Whether I win or lose
Or who I hurt
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[15 Nov 2004|09:54pm] |
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The fire in your eyes is contagious.
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