-they wrote themselves vol4.-

-as she quietly drags herself away-

i'm a roamer, don't you know?

could never make this house a home.

across the universe alone.

my soul aches, now hear it moan.

cannot place your face inside my brain.

i love again, but all in vain.

scrub me down with acid rain,

to wash away this painful shame.

i'm a roamer, don't you know?

but not because i will it so.

uprooting every seed i grow.

my good intension never show.

-contortionist-

-they wrote themselves vol3.-

-glass dancing-

can you remember, it was just the other day,

though it feels like it should of been over a hundred years ago.

when glass dancing ponies that shimmered like ice,

scavenged to mix milk with sugar and left over rice.

we built a fortress beneath clean white sheets,

create a bomb shelter that bombs won't defeat.

and it was so nice 

cause you were so nice 

and we were so nice

tiny pieces my hearts sacrifice.

you produced me from a citrus seed,

that a bird dropped at your feet. 

you were mold in a petri dish.

but you grew, as mold tends to do,

into something sweet. 

and it was so nice 

cause you were so nice

and we were so nice

into pieces my hearts sacrifice.

-waiting for rain-

i would wait a life time for that type of clean that never goes away.

-soulsucker-

soulsucker- pr. (soul.suck.er): Someone who makes you feel as if they have stolen an important part of you. e.g: "emotional vampire" 

also see: soulsucked- pr. (soul.suck.ed): to have your light dulled  via "bad vibes".

photo. george mavrikos, www.georgemavrikos.com 

styling, ect. gabriella m.gonzalez

-hawk eye-

can you teach me to view these intertwining's in a perspective other than my nature will allow.

-in loving memory of rob-

or who he was before the jacket

-dinosaurs v.s. ballerinas-

the others

-they wrote themselves vol2.-

-drip on the sill-

run, to the end of the pier,
to meet you, my fate.
shake hands with my discontent,
a truce, lets end this like mature, responsible, adults.
keep me in mind this tuesday,
while doing your daily, whatever you do.
keep me in mind, behind your eyes.
attentive soldier, keep true and wise.
drip dripity drop on the sill, this leak will soon become a lake.
drip dripity drop, drip drip.
i dance on glittering shards,
a sacrifice, to prove to you, how much there is at large.

a sacrifice, to prove to you that i am still in charge.

-look book-

amarpaul kaliri

-dinosaurs v.s. ballerinas-

dawn began to rise out from under the dust.the dust was thick and slowly folded over itself in an attempt to settle to the ground. but the devastation that layed beneath the thick sheet of last breaths and sighs would echo throughout the land forever.the valley and the victory belonged to no one. nor dinosaur, nor ballerina knew what layed before them on the road ahead.the battle served no purpose. the dinosaurs and the ballerinas remained clandestine warriors that must roam the land in search of a single glimpse of home.

-they wrote themselves vol.1-

-coffin song-

so you went and misbehaved, and you dug up your own grave,

danced around it twice, slipped and fell upon the ice,

now i won't be around, to lend a hand and help you out,

and it true, so true,

oh honey i guess that your screwed,

and it's true, yes its true, so fuck you,

in this verse i'll tell you just what i'll do,

put a nail, in the coffin 

fill the hole, up with dirt,

plant some daisy's by the headstone, less its tulips you prefer, 

i'll step over your head, let your mother know your dead, 

but remind her that jesus saves, then i'll remind her how you misbehaved,

its true, yes its true, well darling i guess that your screwed, 

cause i wont ever let you forget, how good i was to you.

-m.i.a.-

faded like the sun bleached paint

-alter ego-

on going siamese twin study

-momma always tole me-

those boys would be the end of me

-padded pleated-

orthopedics to mask this uncontrollable disaster that has become the demise of our will.

-never stopped anyone-

-cross wise-

study of what mammals feed with

-basking sharks have permanently open mouths-

the better for smiling with my dear

-galapagos-

study for dinosoaur v.s. ballerinas.

-for those about to blow-

hold on to your shopping trollies, it's going to be a bumpy ride