i resent that i don't have a choice

and somehow. i'm back to fucking square one.

i think i've been here before. a number of times.
you were such a help. i hope you get lost.
get lost in the mountains. get lost in the rain.
drift all you like. from the pacific to the artic.

i'm going out for a little drive. i hope its the last time you see me alive.
the needle won't go in. the plastered wrist bleeds.
the cerebral assassin strikes again. trying to asphyxiate you.
where is the blood? i've forgotten the pain.

i was your private dancer. i wanted to.
your own jester. in your court and palace.
i'm your dog. i'm your lapdog no more. bitch.
i tumbled like a clown. you laugh as you see me drown.
a million feelings under anaesthetic. i can't feel anything.
i don't want to. i'm going under. under cover.
call me sometime. i'd leave you feeling this way too.


fuck you. seriously. fuck you dominic.

tell me are you comfortable if comfortable at all.

the eraser once said: please excuse me, but i got to ask. are you only being nice because you want something?

so do i. so do i.

the eraser also said: you know the answer so why do you ask. i am only being nice because i want someone, something.

do i now?

thom always has the words for situations.

=)

fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),

you make believe that you are still in charge

anyone wants spiderman 3 tickets? show is on the 7th of May(TMRW!) at 6.40 p.m.
let me know a.s.a.p. i don't know what to do with the tickets. =(

i sort of regret, tell you guys. what happened. big fucking mistake.

this is what dreams shouls always be.
the memory fades, like a cold winter sunset.
a harp in tune with the angel of music.
my little girl died last night, in a crash.
i'm sorry. don't you remember me?
you won't. you lost yourself to me.
and you deserve this. so.

i am up in the clouds

a comfortable touch to say the least. =)

i hope. that. you've learnt your lesson. actually, you have not. i tried my best.

the drying of your tears. like a wet cigarette.
a computer on valium. the lights fade into oblivion
the lighting struck twice. new york and japan.
your artichoke heart, served with hatred.
bitter, seering heat. in your eyes. in them.
your hands, with bleeding wrists. i'm sorry.

omg, my poems are getting from bad to worse!

immerse your soul in love