

Sometimes...Sometimes I feel like there is someone watching over my shoulder. Just waiting for me to fuck up. Like some prison guard who already has six men lined up with pistols in hand. Just waiting for the moment I fuck up so he can give the signal and they can gun me down. It makes me want to just put a blind fold on, light a cigarette and wait for the bullets. Like waving the white flag. I give up. I can't keep fucking doing this. I keep telling myself that, yet here I am, still going forward, moving on. Whats the point of this all? I'll just be back to square one again. Why can't I just give in? Let there be another St. Valentines massacre I say. JSometimes...


Unpretty Little WebTrapped in your web again Its spiral keeping me in The lies that keep me here Make me so scared and alone But courageousness It has no place in this hole Beauty and liesUnpretty Little Web
The air is crisper now Clear of your lies and deceit The maze has opened now And your labyrinths complete
Scared and alone Hidden and trapped Unpretty little web you wove just for me All falls apart Just like that
It feels warmer now As your lies fall away And I feel elegant As Im no longer your prey But I wonder And po
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"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift".
-=-Albert Einstein
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We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands.
We throw stones if our gods take a stand.
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs.
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"Trampled by Circus Pony Dreams."
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