6″ Gold Blade// The Birthday Party.
i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl.
oh baby, those skinny girls, they’re so quick to murder.
-the birthday party
* song 2 of 2. of what spared humanity – July 22nd 2013.
or let it continue to suckle on free tit one more day.
death she must have been your will
All those messages you sent clear as day
but in the night
Oh I couldn’t get it right
and eagle eagle talon and scream
I never once lived in-between
I was on the fence
and I never wanted your two cents.
* 1 of 2 songs that made me not want to destroy humanity. or at least to spare it a day…
so life has a way about it.
Makes you laugh at yourself. Just when you feel yourself slowly dying
because you believe in silly things
like true love
and good people.
And you’re cursing the heavens.
And all the shit in between.
And then it’s past midnight.
And you have to pee.
And you trip over a jingly hula hoop.
And that’s life. It’s only life.
My Fender and me are laying on our backs
dreaming of big sky country
I haven’t touched him in years. Or even pulled him from his hard-shell-casing.
I forgot what a warm tone finds your ears and eyes. I’m forgetting more and more with each passing day.
I’m half blind. And another person I’m hearing call me by that movie star’s name.
but that ain’t me. and it never will be.
I like to hide away. where no one can see.
I got four pink walls staring down on me.
I’m staying as still as I can
while I’m leaving what I love.
Fender he’s almost touching the palm of my, ‘search all you want in vain’ hand.