there's a good chance that everything is still in my handbag... which i don't actually own.
i'm not sure what the fuck i even meant by that.


eulogy for timeand i wonder if anyone else uses memories to run on like fuel. maybe it was just the era of fake love. maybe it was just the era of coloured pearl necklaces and bonfires. and we don't know anyone that we used to know at all. and i wonder if anyone else remembers those months... i wonder if anyone else remembers that summer. we were all laying face down on ratty old couches, listening to confessions and thinking up lies to tell. we wore black bandanas like ghosts wear sheets. we were baby socialites. that was when tying the noose sounded more appealing than tying the knot. maybeeulogy for time


No Guts, No GloryYour words look a lot like the same cold and empty metal pan that mad scientists use to store their dirty scalpels. Little blades encrusted with blood and guts. We love these messy operations. And the anatomy of your ungodly fuck-up leaves me scratching my cracked-open head. Oh baby, you will regret this. I kind of wonder if her ugly face was ever worth sucking on. And I'm writing the exact definition of our obviously disposable future together. And thank you for putting me back in my place. And shame on me for forgetting it. After all, I belong wandering these bleak city streeNo Guts, No Glory


Sharp tongue on a soft earAnd while those merry times are gone, These masks of lies we wear. To where our fables take us, Our worser halves don’t care.Sharp tongue on a soft ear
And when this skin we peel at last, And when these tales are freed, The blood will run from every tongue For each unclean misdeed.
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Lullay Thou Little Tiny Child, Bye-bye Lullai lullay.
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Soulmates Never Die.
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