Eat Away At Your Eyes

Saturday, 06 December 2008

  • The finale’s ready
    We’re just waiting for you
    Retreat from the empty
    Spaces that raced and eclipsed
    Your frigid blistered fingers
    When she kissed them
    And left her mark on you.
    Compose for us
    Your farewell to the valley
    Where two rivers glisten
    Yet never to come face to face
    Only to race with one another
    To the perpetual abyss
    The ocean dissembling bliss

    Raise your baton
    and let it fall
    let it fall
    Cascade the utterance
    And rupture the silent spaces
    That once led you to her bed
    Let it ring to the places
    Where she strung you up
    With euphoric inventions
    You’ve had enough now,
    So let it fall,
    And let the curtains draw



  • "You're nothing but an attractive italian bitch"
    or so he says
    i guess he's drunk enough
    to be honest
    and plays
    with his hypocritical pretentious rambling
    He should just be ambling
    through his own cesspool
    of wasted spit
    rusty shit
    fucked up shit
    yeah, that's what it is



    She involves herself with it
    Indulges in a melody
    And her lust
    For it
    Her love
    For it
    Sparks ablaze a brazen grace
    Laced
    With alcohol
    So when we drink it
    We’re cursed
    Intoxicate
    Infatuated
    Uplifted

    Blistered Hands carrying damaged goods
    That were just ripe for picking
    But she held onto her bible quivering
    As he flipped closer to the last pages
    Her secrets being stripped naked
    She shut the book vehemently
    And danced around him


Friday, 05 December 2008

  • 1:07
    we're sitting together
    talking with ryan
    about these things
    that no one seems to care about
    i think to myself
    what in the world
    where in the world
    can we be right now
    but plano
    I want to be there
    Do you?
    there's weird shit going on in the background
    but ryan is like...2% cooler than everyone in there
    so i don't give a fuck.
    yes.

    except for me
    who is equally awesome
    and ambitious
    because we both want the same thing
    that same excitement
    that same burst of energy
    from the small little scenes
    that we face everyday
    that we choose not to notice
    but we do notice
    and we find all the happiness in the world
    in these small little moments

    beer.

    and ichat
    jesss is cold.wellllllllll kind of.
    i can never remember if i flush the toilet or not.
    every fucking time.
    "did i flush?"
    who knows.

    So she ponders
    but I stand in front of the toilet
    in its pristine glory
    flushed already
    and I'm ready to piss
    piss all of my own glory





    Andrew's still here, that's fuckin' fascinating
    wowwww.

    ryan william braffman

    he does kind of look like bob dylan.
    no lie.

    i think it's the hair.

    He sings his songs
    he wants to show it all
    his erect member
    to the crowd
    because he's proud
    he's proud of the eight and a half
    or maybe more
    I've never witnessed
    I hear his voice
    singing in (quite a horrible tone)
    but perfect just the same
    yes, perfect in its own way
    we listen to him
    with the noise from the background
    they're talking about pokemon
    God knows we're having more fun

    Jesss's first pokemon card was Charmander, but her favorite was a holographic Ninetales
    Mine was a holographic Arcanine
    Ryan liked hitmonlee
    Jes is a singer
    but she refuses to sing
    but tonight my goal
    is to hear her sultry voice
    ring out in this gaudy apartment complex
    and fill myself in ecstasy

Thursday, 06 November 2008

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